Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sooo, won't be blogging on Friday this week.
The weekend was lovely. So nice to have hubby back home. We caught up with each other, watched some flicks, went folkdancing Saturday night, and talked through vacation options for the year.
My life is pretty uninteresting right now. No major crises, a few body issues here and there, but nothing major. I don't have much to blog about. Soo, given that, I think I'll skip Telling the Truth Tuesday as well as Friday and just take a much-needed break.
Catch up with all of you next Monday.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Part of the reason for the blahs is my writing. For 10 years, my memoir occupied every waking (and some sleeping) moments. I was energized by it. Then came publishing. I was energized by that. I'm not feeling that way about my current projects, however. They are very different. I knew the story for my memoir. I'd lived it. Creating something from absolutely nothing - honestly, I don't know how you fiction writers do it when there is no plot, no story line to follow. Each day, I need to go deep inside myself and connect with the characters and see what they have to tell me. Sometimes a few paragraphs happen. Sometimes nothing. I am learning to be content with this.
This life transition from super productive to just being is challenging. I find myself looking for things to take charge of, then I have to remind myself not to do that. There are enough people and things that will need my attention without my looking for them.
Anyhoo, I am, for the moment, beating the blahs. How about you?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I'm having a hard time figuring out if it's mental or physical. I did go to the doctor and had some blood work done - no results yet. I have been depressed before and somehow this doesn't feel the same.
In the past, I've felt this way when something in my soul wants me to pay attention. Perhaps I'll use these next few days while hubs is out of town to do some journal writing and explore.
In the meantime, I do make myself do all the things I need to be doing each day, so no worries, please. I'm okay. I'm just doing what I do, exploring myself and what it means to be me.
How about you?
Monday, February 14, 2011
I like the word adrift. It makes me think of a small boat just floating aimlessly along with the current. When the current shifts, the boat turns. Don't have to row it or motor it, it just moves with the current. That is what I am trying to do more of in my life: move with the energy current inside me in any given moment. Sometimes that energy yields some words on my novel. I am ecstatic when that happens. Sometimes that energy yields a nonfiction piece or a blog post idea. Sometimes the energy encourages me to get up and move, and I either dance for a half hour or walk outside behind our home. Sometimes it urges me to stay home, even if I have plans to meet a friend. If I don't pay attention to that urge, I sometimes get sick.
Paying attention to and trusting that energy is my life's work right now.
How about you?
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE. IF YOU DON'T HAVE A LOVED ONE TO SHARE IT WITH, DO SOMETHING LOVING FOR YOURSELF. YOU DESERVE IT.
Friday, February 11, 2011
When I was a child, I looked at other families and wished I belonged there. When I would see friends laughing and giggling together, I wished I belonged there. When I saw couples who seemed to be deeply in love, I wish I belonged there. When I saw a mother/father/child out together, enjoying each other immensely, I wish I belonged there.
For a long time I sought the answer to where I belonged, where I fit in. Now I know that although I am not always comfortable or happy, I am exactly where I belong--right inside my own skin in a world I get to create by my choices. I still feel like an outsider, but it no longer makes me feel freakish or as if there is something wrong with me. I think we are all outsiders to some degree or another. Some of us act as if a whole lot better than others of us.
What about you?
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Bingo! That is why we do this. Why we spend hours choosing songs we think they will like and balancing that with songs we want to sing (not an easy task). Our mission is to bring the joy we feel singing to those who can't get out and hear music any more. Another lady, who smiled through the whole performance, said her husband used to play piano and their girls would sing along.
What a blessing it is that even though I am not the best singer on the planet, I get to do something I love and cheer people up in the process. More and more, I am wanting to focus on the things that bring me joy and let go of the things that don't. And sometimes that includes people I have been close to.
There is just so much time and energy and I am becoming very protective of how I spend both.
How about you?
Monday, February 7, 2011
http://talkingwriting.com/. Please take a few moments to check it out.
It felt so good to exercise these particular writing muscles. Had not written an article in quite a long time. For those of you that don't know, I had a 30+ year career in public relations, and so wrote lots of articles, mostly with other peoples' names on them.
The folks at Talking Writing have put together a quality publication. The whole experience was extremely professional, including editorial suggestions and copy editing. I strongly urge those of you interested in doing this kind of writing to check it out and submit your ideas.
Friday, February 4, 2011
- It's a potentially bad day when I get on the scale and have gained a wee bit despite eating the way I always eat and didn't gain before. If I can't let go about this, it becomes a bad day.
- It's a good day when I do what I set out to do. I have 4 main things I want to accomplish each day: 1) exercise; 2) blog; 3) practice singing; and 4) write. If I do all these things, it's a good day. If I don't, guess what? If I can't let go about this, it becomes a bad day.
- It's a bad day if I haven't slept well. This means at least six hours of semi-uninterrupted sleep. This rarely happens, so I can potentially have many bad days - UNLESS - I can let go about it.
- It's a bad day if I begin ruminating about things I have no control over - like other peoples' illnesses or emotional pain. If I can't let go about this, it becomes a bad day.
- It's a bad day if I let my various and sundry aches and pains get me down. My knee hurts pretty continuously just now. My right thumb is acting funky and is painful. My lower back aches. Since I have to wait another two weeks to see my doctor, this could potentially be several bad days in a row, unless I can let go and focus on all the blessings instead.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I know hubs would prefer a fresh-cooked meal each night, something different, but after 15 years together, he totally accepts this wifely flaw. We kid around that when he retires in about seven years, we'll cook together. But since this is telling the truth Tuesday, I can tell you that probably won't happen. The gender roles will shift and he will do the cooking while I most decidedly will not be fixing things around the house. I will be reclining with my cup of tea, my blankie and a good book. Or I'll be engrossed with my laptop, writing, blogging, or playing spider solitaire.
Your turn now, fess up. Any of your roles or chores you despise?