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
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
My truth today is that I'm not sure I'm up for that kind of challenge right now. My writing is sporadic at best and I don't want to put undo pressure on myself. On the other hand, I gained so many wonderful followers and made so many wonderful connections that I'm leery of skipping it. Thank goodness I don't have to decide until April. Right?
How about you?
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Gets my priority straight and clear every time.
How about you?
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
This past weekend, hubby and I were out running errands and we did something we don't do very often. Go out to eat together. A new Vietnamese restaurant opened several months ago with rave reviews and since Vietnamese is one of my faves, I wanted to check it out. But I don't eat out very often because every time I do, I gain 1-2 pounds and it takes a few weeks to get it back off. I have to be careful, because if I don't get it back off, the next time I will gain another 1-2 pounds and the next time, etc. etc. By monitoring this and doing what I need to do, I maintain my weight loss.
After the most delicious lunch, we went to the Apple Store, where I'm pretty sure hubby got my XMAS present. While he was doing that, I went to a little specialty shop where they have the cutest tops, unique ones you don't find anywhere else. The normal prices are $60-88, and I almost never buy anything. But on this day they were $15-24. I got four new awesome tops.
My mood, after being exhilarated for about a 1/2 hour at my wonderful bargains and my happy tummy, plummeted and remained there the rest of the weekend. The only thing I can figure is that I can't handle being happy for very long. Isn't that crazy? I think it is.
But when I think back to my childhood, my mother couldn't stand for me to be happy. She was jealous of my accomplishments. Don't think too harshly of her. She had a tough time and she did the best she could. Although, truthfully, her best wasn't up to snuff. I came to peace with all of this a long time ago, but it makes me sad that even now, I have trouble maintaining joy.
The good news is that with awareness comes the ability to shift my thinking and I'm working on that. For most of my life, I remained down in the dumps for very long periods of time, without knowing why.
So here's to feeling all the joy there is to feel in this holiday season.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
What do you do to stay healthy in winter with all those germs running around looking for homes?
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Then I get quiet and ask myself, who would I be if I don't write anymore. I could simply say I'm retired. It's legitimate. I'm going to be 63 in April. But am I done? Don't I have more to say? More to learn? More to figure out? More to communicate? I thought so. So why isn't it flowing? All I know is that I have to trust this process and hope that this dry place is temporary. And tell those nasty voices to go away. And perhaps quit trying to pin labels on me that make me crazy - if I'm a wife than I have to do "wifely" chores. If I'm a writer, I "have to" write. If I'm a mother, I have to "mother." Why can't I just be.....me?
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
So, there's something else I'm feeling that I need to tell the truth about. It is very difficult to maintain my sense of well being and inner peace and joy when others around me are suffering. It's similar to being taught not to win at games because others will feel bad. Now, with games, I know it's ridiculous. But how do you keep smiling when you're face to face with someone's pain?
Monday, December 5, 2011
Jessica Bell's debut novel, String Bridge, took my breath away from the very first sentence and held me in awe until the very last. Jessica is the real deal. As a writer, I can talk about the characterizations and how rounded they were; the conflict and tension that was taut throughout; the metaphors that oozed off every page. But it is as a reader that makes the most difference, I think. And as a reader, Jessica's book did what I want every book I read to do, and few do these days. It had characters that I really cared about - characters I came to feel as real, characters who made me mad and whom I was really happy for when something went well for them. It had a story that spoke to me - one I could relate to. And it held my interest throughout.
I hope with all my heart that Jessica's life leads her to a place where she can devote all her time and energy to writing because it is clearly what she was put on this earth to do.
Great writing is inspiring. And that's what String Bridge is and does.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Ever feel all dried up?