I chilled Friday night, (no pun intended because the cold winds pushed on my doors and the snows tapped my windows, telling me to plow and shovel again. At which I said no). I must admit, as I am getting older, I enjoy chilling more than I did a few years ago and the best part is I don’t feel guilty about it.
So chilling out and feeling the need for some sort of warm comfort food, I, in a corning-ware baking dish with a lid, added ½ cup of uncooked corkscrew veggie pasta to a pint of my homemade spaghetti sauce with a generous sprinkle of Parmesan cheese, and mixed it all together. Then put it in the oven at 325 degrees, and let it cook while I did barn chores.
After finishing chores, around 5 PM, entering the house, the aroma of the spaghetti sauce and Parmesan warmed my senses. I took off my boots, and snow attire, and slipped in to my jogging pants. I ate green olives with tomato basil hummus over the top, as a type of salad, watched the news and when my pasta was ready, I put the movie Julie/Julia on, curled up in my green lounger, ate pasta, drank tea, and watched the movie.
It was a very good movie and I enjoyed it, however, now I am jealous. No not from the fabulous cooking, (who needs Julia when I had my own concoction of pasta and spaghetti sauce made from tomatoes picked out of my garden,) but my green-eyed monster reared its ugly green head, because of Julies blogging ability.
Sulking in my green skin, I asked myself, why can't I write something every day, so intriguing, that millions of people would want to read it ...Everyday. Why can’t I draw people in with my words such as her…what is it that I am missing, or lacking in my writing other than…eh-hem… good grammar ability.
Ok, so I wasn’t really, jealous, jealous, just a bit envious. Which isn’t good either, because haven’t I heard somewhere in my upbringing, being envious is a sin too? Oh well, who cares, all I know is I want people to love my writing and I want that ability to write something people will want to read, Every day… dam it!
Watching the movie more, one message I got, is in order to get followers you need to blog every day. You need to tell it like it is. You need to bare your soul.
I do bare my soul, well kind of, but I don’t blog every day. It’s like buying a lottery ticket, if you don’t buy one you will never win. In blogging if you don’t put you and your heart out there everyday…the followers will not come. Its not rocket science, I guess.
But to be honest one reason I don’t blog every day is because it takes me so long to write something. No… that's not the truth, I do need be truthful. I must tell my readers…AS it is.
It’s not the length of time it takes me to write something, but the challenges I face when I painstakingly try to edit what I've written. Adding things, taking things out, adding something back only phrased differently so it sounds different or using a different word that means the same thing. It’s endless even editing a short piece as this, well for me anyhow…edit, edit, edit. Next thing you know, 3 days have gone by and still no new blog.
What can I say, I want it to be as perfect as I can make it, in spite of grammar challenges. But that’s the catch, it will never be perfect. I AM grammatically challenged which is how I refer to my inapt grammar, punctuation faux pas, the tendency to be wordy and the bad habit of repeating myself, which is only because I want the readers to get what I am trying to say. However, a wise woman once told me, “trust your reader to get it Kellie, they will”.
Thanks Tricia...www.faithhopeandfiction.com
Therefore, I say to all of you out there that have these fears...Write...and forget about other’s abilities. I will try to do the same. Write when you can, what ever you want, in whatever style you want, and where ever you can. But by God Write!
So what, you don’t write perfect, the perfection will come later and then maybe not, such as in my case, but still write. Get those thoughts down. They may look like a mess of words, but they are tales, your tales with messages hidden between the lines, fragmented sentences and too many commas, but they will come together as a coherent story.
Write, even if its merely a sentence, saying...crap I don't know what to write today. Write a poem about the day. Write a short story with you as the hero.
Write even if you think you’ll be criticized for your mistakes.
Remember mistakes are life’s lessons taking you under wisdom's wings. (hmm I like that. Sounds wise doesn’t it? I just made it up and guess what…I don’t even need to edit it)
Write, because you are a writer and that's what you do.
So write my fellow writers...write from the heart and what you write….will be beautiful
Writing wishes from
Kellie
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Can you hear what I hear?
I wouldn’t be surprised if some folks think me crazy, oddly interesting or eccentric. Then again, maybe a few silently wish they could hear the voices I refer too. You know 'The Voice' I say is not necessarily of reason but a voice of intuition, crazy ideas or sometimes those very loud internal thoughts that cannot be ignored.
Such as, the other day, the dogs and I went for a walk across the road from the house, in our pasture and hay-fields. I was not snowshoeing or cross-country skiing, just walking quiet, feeling and listening to the winds blow through the trees while the dogs hunted for gremlins under the snows and within the deer tracks.
The sun was bright as the winds slight and steady made the trees whisper, "spring is on the way".
Once over by the creek, I stopped walking for a moment, to enjoy the sensation of the sun on my face, the winds dusting my cheeks with their cold breath, and listened to the gentle creek babbled under the snow banks, brushing against the thin layer of ice as if day dreaming out loud of the day it would roar with springs melting snows.
It was then, in the wind whispering quiet, faintly...I heard something. I held my breath to hear better. The sound was not an outside audible sound, but a comforting sound inside my head. I could feel and hear a steady rhythm. First in a low tone, then it gradually grew louder and became clearer.
Hiya, Hiya...hiyayayay...hiyaya...drums, drums, beating, hiyayayayyayaa. The rhythm was tingling through my feet and working its way up my legs, to my chest and in my throat, making my body unconsciously want to start moving to the rhythm, right there in the middle of the snow cover field. My mind stopped me.
My god Kellie, people will think you really are crazy if you start dancing and singing out here all by yourself. However, I could not ignore what I was hearing and feeling, sounds of Native American music and chanting. Standing stone still, though my mind aware of the outside world, every ounce of my inner self wanted to move to the rhythm, I, instead closed my eyes, felt the winds blow across my face and allowed the music to fill my being...It was beautiful. Time no longer mattered and I’m not sure how long I stood there with my eyes closed, drinking in the sounds, maybe 10 minutes. I opened my eyes and a sense of happiness and fulfillment was draping my chest as tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I took a deep breath, and the dogs and I started are walk back to the house and as soon as I stepped on to the paved road, the music went away.
A few days later, walking through the living room, I was thinking of my meditative garden plans, mulling over the plants and colors that would be in it, which suggestions from others I would use and the Native American music I heard. When…out of the blue...loud and clear...I heard…Kellie A MEDICINE WHEEL as if some one was shouting in my ear.
“What”? I stopped immediately as if my feet were stuck to the carpet…
"Where the heck did that come from? Medicine Wheel? What is a medicine wheel? Why do I know what a medicine wheel is, but I don’t know what it is? "
My mind flooded with thoughts, searching for archived information about Medicine Wheels. The only thing I found in the now frantic recesses, is that I knew the Medicine Wheel is Native American and it was used for healing…physical and emotional healing. But where did I learn of it? How do I know of it? For the life of me I could not recall ever researching it, or reading about it...so how the heck did I know about something few people do?
Now it makes sense, why for years though I've tried and tried to get someone to hay the hay field, I could not. It was a futile attempt to get something done that was not suppose to get done on that land. Because, apparently haying that field as Leonard Bush did years ago, is not what MY intended destiny was and is for that land...
Other plans have been put in place and one of those plans includes a Native American Medicine wheel.
So you may ask what the heck would prompt, a catholic, Scotch Irish girl to build a Native American Medicine Wheel. I’ve not a clue…but it is so cool isn’t it!
Therefore, I am researching, to learn as much as I can about the Indians that lived in this valley, and of the Traditional Medicine wheel, giving me enough knowledge so I can make a variation of it, with flowers, herbs and trees. Then I’ll invite all of you to come and feel the power of the land.
I also know, from my ‘resources’ I’m supposed to make that land a type of sanctuary or meditative area for people to go to, a healing place for the mind, body and spirit. Something so many need today. You many ask, why that land? Because I know, it carries qualities of serenity, peace and harmony that are unexplained. You only need to walk there once to feel and understand those qualities. It’s my destiny to share that with others, and I can’t wait.
However, what was to be a simple meditative garden is growing, and what it’s grown to in my mind so far…is
A Meditative Garden
A Medicine Wheel
Willow Tree Garden
Memory Garden (idea from Kathy Crone)
3 sisters Garden
And also a type of sanctuary for the animals too
Now that I’ve received this 'vision' the visit from the Eagle, Bear and Fox last year, have a new significance. People often ask me, how do you know, when what you are hearing is from a higher source and not just you talking to yourself in your head.
THIS is a good example, because along with the thoughts and ideas came peace, conviction and the innate feeling of ah ha, this is exactly right, an Ah Ha that cannot be ignored.
Such as, the other day, the dogs and I went for a walk across the road from the house, in our pasture and hay-fields. I was not snowshoeing or cross-country skiing, just walking quiet, feeling and listening to the winds blow through the trees while the dogs hunted for gremlins under the snows and within the deer tracks.
The sun was bright as the winds slight and steady made the trees whisper, "spring is on the way".
Once over by the creek, I stopped walking for a moment, to enjoy the sensation of the sun on my face, the winds dusting my cheeks with their cold breath, and listened to the gentle creek babbled under the snow banks, brushing against the thin layer of ice as if day dreaming out loud of the day it would roar with springs melting snows.
It was then, in the wind whispering quiet, faintly...I heard something. I held my breath to hear better. The sound was not an outside audible sound, but a comforting sound inside my head. I could feel and hear a steady rhythm. First in a low tone, then it gradually grew louder and became clearer.
Hiya, Hiya...hiyayayay...hiyaya...drums, drums, beating, hiyayayayyayaa. The rhythm was tingling through my feet and working its way up my legs, to my chest and in my throat, making my body unconsciously want to start moving to the rhythm, right there in the middle of the snow cover field. My mind stopped me.
My god Kellie, people will think you really are crazy if you start dancing and singing out here all by yourself. However, I could not ignore what I was hearing and feeling, sounds of Native American music and chanting. Standing stone still, though my mind aware of the outside world, every ounce of my inner self wanted to move to the rhythm, I, instead closed my eyes, felt the winds blow across my face and allowed the music to fill my being...It was beautiful. Time no longer mattered and I’m not sure how long I stood there with my eyes closed, drinking in the sounds, maybe 10 minutes. I opened my eyes and a sense of happiness and fulfillment was draping my chest as tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I took a deep breath, and the dogs and I started are walk back to the house and as soon as I stepped on to the paved road, the music went away.
A few days later, walking through the living room, I was thinking of my meditative garden plans, mulling over the plants and colors that would be in it, which suggestions from others I would use and the Native American music I heard. When…out of the blue...loud and clear...I heard…Kellie A MEDICINE WHEEL as if some one was shouting in my ear.
“What”? I stopped immediately as if my feet were stuck to the carpet…
"Where the heck did that come from? Medicine Wheel? What is a medicine wheel? Why do I know what a medicine wheel is, but I don’t know what it is? "
My mind flooded with thoughts, searching for archived information about Medicine Wheels. The only thing I found in the now frantic recesses, is that I knew the Medicine Wheel is Native American and it was used for healing…physical and emotional healing. But where did I learn of it? How do I know of it? For the life of me I could not recall ever researching it, or reading about it...so how the heck did I know about something few people do?
Now it makes sense, why for years though I've tried and tried to get someone to hay the hay field, I could not. It was a futile attempt to get something done that was not suppose to get done on that land. Because, apparently haying that field as Leonard Bush did years ago, is not what MY intended destiny was and is for that land...
Other plans have been put in place and one of those plans includes a Native American Medicine wheel.
So you may ask what the heck would prompt, a catholic, Scotch Irish girl to build a Native American Medicine Wheel. I’ve not a clue…but it is so cool isn’t it!
Therefore, I am researching, to learn as much as I can about the Indians that lived in this valley, and of the Traditional Medicine wheel, giving me enough knowledge so I can make a variation of it, with flowers, herbs and trees. Then I’ll invite all of you to come and feel the power of the land.
I also know, from my ‘resources’ I’m supposed to make that land a type of sanctuary or meditative area for people to go to, a healing place for the mind, body and spirit. Something so many need today. You many ask, why that land? Because I know, it carries qualities of serenity, peace and harmony that are unexplained. You only need to walk there once to feel and understand those qualities. It’s my destiny to share that with others, and I can’t wait.
However, what was to be a simple meditative garden is growing, and what it’s grown to in my mind so far…is
A Meditative Garden
A Medicine Wheel
Willow Tree Garden
Memory Garden (idea from Kathy Crone)
3 sisters Garden
And also a type of sanctuary for the animals too
Now that I’ve received this 'vision' the visit from the Eagle, Bear and Fox last year, have a new significance. People often ask me, how do you know, when what you are hearing is from a higher source and not just you talking to yourself in your head.
THIS is a good example, because along with the thoughts and ideas came peace, conviction and the innate feeling of ah ha, this is exactly right, an Ah Ha that cannot be ignored.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Dowsing the Body
Wellness for your body is virtually at your finger tips.
What a wonderful tool I learned to use last night.
With Rose Czyrny from Body Glyphix...
http://www.bodyglyphix.com/home.html
Dowsing the Body with Applied Kinesiology
Dowsing the Body with Applied Kinesiology...is applied by
using the finger tips of your writing hand and holding or touching the object of question, that is good or bad for you, in your non writing hand. Rub the tips of you fingers together on your writing hand and if they slide... what you have in your left hand is good for you. If your fingers feel 'sticky' it's not good for you.
As with any tool though you need to use and practice to hone the skill.
This style of dowsing can also be applied to your pets to see if what you are feeding them is good for them. If you are not sure what they need this can help you find out. Or lets say your pet just doesn't seem up to par, you can find out where their source of un-wellness or pain originates from.
Very cool...tool.
Three points to remember when using this tool
Be hydrated
Be Spiritual
and avoid sugars or alcohol before applying.
See you soon....I'm off to hone my finger tip tools...
Be Well
Kellie
What a wonderful tool I learned to use last night.
With Rose Czyrny from Body Glyphix...
http://www.bodyglyphix.com/home.html
Dowsing the Body with Applied Kinesiology
Dowsing the Body with Applied Kinesiology...is applied by
using the finger tips of your writing hand and holding or touching the object of question, that is good or bad for you, in your non writing hand. Rub the tips of you fingers together on your writing hand and if they slide... what you have in your left hand is good for you. If your fingers feel 'sticky' it's not good for you.
As with any tool though you need to use and practice to hone the skill.
This style of dowsing can also be applied to your pets to see if what you are feeding them is good for them. If you are not sure what they need this can help you find out. Or lets say your pet just doesn't seem up to par, you can find out where their source of un-wellness or pain originates from.
Very cool...tool.
Three points to remember when using this tool
Be hydrated
Be Spiritual
and avoid sugars or alcohol before applying.
See you soon....I'm off to hone my finger tip tools...
Be Well
Kellie