My husband and I have been remodeling a space that we are moving into. It’s a lot of work, but something that needed to be done. It’s amazing what a fresh coat of paint, and a new floor can do. I wish is was as simple with the chaos that can be seen in our world. If only I could do a few cosmetic tweaks to repair the expanding tension on our earth. I think what is needed is a collective look in a giant mirror to check out how truly messy we have become. A quick glance over our shoulder to make sure we see ourselves and actions as someone else might see them. Or as the old saying goes to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.
I’m a bit naïve at times, but I do believe Love is powerful, and in the end, Love wins. I try hard to practice it and even when I fail, I keep trying. It seems like a small thing to do in the face of such enormous challenges. But practice goes a long way and so does taking a hard look in the mirror to see how I measure up.
A.D. Williams said; “Love has the power to cure, to heal, to calm, to change, and to unite. Use this power often.” It’s hard to believe when staring in the face of anger and hatred that love can make any difference at all. But one soft voice added to another, and so on, can. Love only needs a willing heart and hands through which to show itself.
The down side of remodeling or loving is, you can always see more that needs done. A seemingly endless task. It takes work! But, the results are worth it.
We are moving again; part two in our downsizing adventure. The first time was leaving a house we had lived in for over twenty years. We’ve been here for four. Smart would have been to move every year so we couldn’t accumulate more stuff. Have you ever noticed that stuff has a way of multiplying? Especially, if you put it in a dark closet or a sealed box. I honestly believe there is a conspiracy afoot to keep us buying more things to add to our collections. It is the way those pesky boxes continue to grow even when we are not watching them. If only our savings would multiply the same way.
I’m finding I can live with a lot less than I thought. If I haven’t tasted it, worn it, or used it in the past year it is gone. Seems like a simple enough motto even for me. The most amazing thing about sorting through everything, besides taking a break to sit and rest, is that amidst all the trash I have found a few treasures. I found a picture of my parents on their wedding day. Definitely a keeper for my family.
I found a picture of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, Franklin and Becky Hurst along with my two great aunts Mary and Jane when they were little girls. I’m not sure who the baby is. I think some research is order. What fun I’m having and of course, wasting time for as long as I can, before I have to get back to packing. I couldn’t resist a few more pictures, including me way back when, and that’s all I’m going to say. No more trips down memory lane. Back to work!
There are days when I don’t know if life is passing me by or simply trying to run me over. Every once in a while I have to push the pause button and take time out to breathe. It’s not like I’m thinking about the deep meaning of it all. I gave up on that years ago. Greater minds than mine have written volumes and failed to give full understanding to the narrative. Rather, I like to see it as a time of reflection; a rare chance to explore the accumulation of small victories which give days their own personal meaning; small slices of sweetness that make life tolerable and worth living. It’s about seeing the possibilities where there are none visible and letting myself soar on the hope of those possibilities.
The amazing thing about living is there are always new things to learn, new people to meet, and new things to see. An eagle landed on the roof across the street from us last night. The small birds fussed around her but she was unmoved. When she had enough she simply spread her wings and flew away. What a beautiful sight to watch the shadow her wingspan cast as she took off in flight.
Growing older, I think, makes us either grouchy or more reflective. I’ve chosen the second. I don’t want to miss any of the moments, (if I can help it) that are there to remind me even in the messiness of it all, life is a beautiful thing. Sunsets are breathtaking, children are wonderful, and grandchildren are the best. When the fussy little things around me become a distraction I need to spread my wings and soar or sail either way works for me.
I love when someone takes the time to write me letter regarding one of my books and they talk about the characters as if they were real. I received one of those letters not to long ago.
The letter began by saying: “Thank you for the hours of pure pleasure. I enjoyed my read immensely. I found myself excited just to get to the next chapter. Keep on writing, all your readers are looking forward to see what is the next mystery in Blue Cove.”
She goes on to say.”I would love to see Jessie and Matt tie the knot, they are meant for each other. Also, I’m so elated to see Katie has “maybe” found here true love. Thank you for all your hard work. One of your biggest fans.”
I’ll admit this made me smile and continues to, every time I read it. My characters are real to me. They hang out in my head on daily basis and the thought they have brought someone else pleasure is amazing to me. Jessie and Matt nudge me along and help me tell their story. They’ve set this crazy imagination of mine free. From a Bible teacher to a murder mystery writer, with a little romance thrown, in I finally feel at home in my mind. The strange thing is I was never a mystery reader. I’ve surprised even myself.
This letter got me thinking once again about all things Blue Cove and the support all of my readers have shown me. These four will soon be joined by book number five in the series, Only A Shadow. For all the books you’ve purchased and the reviews written, the words thank you hardly seem enough, but it’s the best I have. THANK YOU!