This Christmas was a little rough.
Not only was I (and I still am) concerned about what’s going on in the political world – reduction of healthcare, tax scams, rolling back regulations intended to protect our environment, along with a President who could send my family’s military members into a nuclear war at any moment, all on top of managing the holidays.
The kids are older. They have jobs. They have mixed schedules. They’re tired. They let me know.
Planning family time becomes more difficult. The excitement of early childhood is gone and it’s been replaced with a semi-sense of adulthood, you know, I’m too mature to get excited about waking up early on Christmas morning – that sort of thing.
And then there was the realization that orphans, even adult orphans do not get to share Christmas with their parents.
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Last year was terrible in oh so many ways.
Like many other creative people, the constant negativity took a toll on my what I did. If you’re a reader of this blog or even my articles, you’d know that my productivity was low.
To the point of almost non-existent. And that made me sad, because I live by writing.
But how on earth could I write happy stories (and I do consider myself to be a happy storyteller) when the world appeared to be falling apart? When my family and friends are threatened at every moment?
I fully admit that I wasn’t the best at creating boundaries. At protecting my creative self from the constant onslaught of political madness. Continue reading
As I told you on Friday, I went to a Buddhist writing retreat this weekend. I had no idea what to expect and I’m positive it was that attitude that left me so wide open for possibilities.
First, let’s get the sleeping in the car thing over with. Some people (hi mom) were appalled and fearful for my safety – “that’s bear country you know.” I assure you that there were never any worries. Flashlights and lanterns sufficiently held back the dark and I was quite warm, safe, and comfortable each night (well, more so on the second night when I moved the car from a steep incline – it had looked like nothing more than a gently slope when I first parked – to a flat parking surface.) Although I don’t plan on sleeping in my car on a regular basis, I would certainly do it again especially when it meant you ended up staying in a room with a view like this:
Most of the retreat was spent in something called Noble Silence. Which was a surprise to me – I had assumed that when two or more writers are gathered in a room, there will be critical analysis and discussion.
We were encouraged to not say anything. At all.
And we were also encouraged to only read for 15 minutes. Continue reading
Chickens are amazing, they amuse, produce, teach, and they inspire.
I recently went to a party where a fellow chicken friend of mine (hi Hope) had set up a seat by a bench, broken out her water color paints, and then started to paint some pictures inspired in part by the small flock of chickens in the coop behind her.
She dabbed here and swished there and soon, she had completed this little masterpiece.
I mean take a look at it. She’s managed to capture personality (as well as an exquisitely fluffy butt or two) simply from using black and red paint. How impossibly perfect is that? Continue reading
Not only am I a card-carrying member of the chicken community (and I do so love my chicken friends) but I’m also a bona fide member of the writer’s community (oh, and how I love those creative writer friends of mine.) I am a writer, more accurately, I am a story-teller and when I get to combine the two loves (chickens and writing, as I do in this blog) it makes for a very happy Wendy.
A friend of mine, who has already published one book, is currently working on a new book for young adults. Her story takes place in a Pirate Amusement Park.
A Pirate Amusement Park – is there anything better than that? Continue reading
One of my (many) obsessions, along with saving animals, books, and Downton Abbey, is tiny houses. If you follow my Facebook feed long enough, eventually you’ll come across a photo (or a few dozen) of various tiny houses that have captured my attention. Some of these miniscule abodes are fantastical, hobbit-like creations, while others are situated in trees – with incredible views. But the ones that really grab my attention are those that are solidly tethered to the ground. They’re here – just tiny.
It’s a bit of an odd hankering for a mother of 6 and it’s only come to light in the past few years.
Actually, it’s been since we got our chickens. Continue reading