Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Banned Books Week is here. It is not about the books banned themselves, although they are worth reading just like any other book is because we should value the privilege and our right to do so. This week is about intellectual freedom more than it is about a particular book. Judith Krug pioneered BBW in 1982 with the goal "to teach the importance of our First Amendment rights and the power of literature, and to draw attention to the danger that exists when restraints are imposed on the availability of information in a free society.” and we all should stand by that whether you enjoy reading books or not.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
There are times when I walk past my list of goals, a list I did in the last few weeks that I posted in a place I could view everyday, and while I look at it I wonder about its significance. I wonder what that list would mean without the people I love and I know then and there that it would only be a piece of paper. It always serves to remind me to be content and happy with what I have and where I am. I still strive for my goals but I always need to remember what success means to me. I am currently reading a book titled A Better Way To Live: Og Mandino's Own Personal Story of Success Featuring 17 Rules to Live By from the author Og Mandino and in it I read something that resonated with me, it said as follows: "And even if you have failed at all else in the eyes of the world, if you have a loving family, you are a success". How true I find this, how very true.
I recently had a dream, in it I had moved from my small house to a dilapidated house in the state of Georgia, through out the dream all I did was cry for everything I had left behind; I wanted my old house back regardless of its defects, I wanted my love, and my family back. In the dream I understood how much I should value what I have, my only source of happiness in my dream was that I had my son with me but yet we missed so much, even though in my waking hours I don't value what I have as I should value it. I remember the dream so vividly because it touched a soft spot in me.
I end with this note: We all need to remember that in this life where we are is sometimes exactly where we need to be.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
God is Good. Through everything and anything I can not forget and refuse to forget where all good comes from. While walking sometime this week without no prompt on my part and out of the blue my son says "God is Good" and all I could do was repeat it as a sweet mantra that soothes and comforts always.
I sat at the edge of my bed browsing on my cellphone, the inability to sleep just a habit now days, until something caught my attention. I sat there in silence looking at the bright screen, reading the quote over and over again; “Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out – it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.” —Robert Service. As I sat on my bed reading this quote another quote instantly popped up in my mind; "Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out" - Anton Chekhov.
I sat in silence contemplating these quotes. It wasn't a revelation, I know what my struggles are and most of the time I can articulate exactly what they are but yet there I was grasping the concept and implications of what I had just read.
I have been battling with that grain of sand in my shoe for many years. As time has passed by I rarely notice it but it is there nonetheless, not allowing me to step comfortably in any direction. It keeps me too cautious, too immobile, and too afraid to go on because of the pain it may inflict. I over-analyze every step, treading carefully on the path that I am taking. I instinctively store a map in my mind of the path that was easiest to walk on and walk on it again and again.
As I woke up today with my well thought out plan of how my day was going to go, my to-do list at the ready, and my calendar stating the events of the day chirping away on my cell phone, I reached out to my ingrained path that is stored in my memory when I was struck out of balance when the first thing didn't go as planned. Calmly I calculated the best route to take, I made the necessary phone calls and re-arranged my plans. Deep inside me I could feel my annoyances rising up and in my shoe I felt the grain of sand, always there, always bothering me. Even now as I sit down writing this I can feel it, one step - grain of sand, two steps - grain of sand. It hasn't budged and it might take months or years for me to finally remove it, I might have gotten used to it so much by then that even after it is removed the feeling of having it will remain. It is a constant battle but yet today it is a battle I won, with a grain of sand in my shoe I walked another path and I keep pushing forward and that for me is a victory.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Words stuck in my throat. Words I will not be able to tell you. Words that don't matter anymore. I feel them trying to get out. They want to speak to you. Tell you everything that has been unsaid until now. They want to tell you how you did accomplish what you set out to do a long time ago, how I did get to love you, how I love you still. Words that torture me in the night and accompany me in my mind during my waking hours. Words from which I built my dreams once and now form my nightmares.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Looking for new books to read? Compiled from my own reading list, here is a list of books on Introverts; From the Home, to Church, to Love. A book for everyone's needs. Do you have any favorite books on Introverts?
In life we discover what bring us joy and what brings us sadness. We discover what is important and what is not. We sit down and contemplate everything we have done, everything we have not, and everything we are yet to do. We smile at our accomplishments and shake our heads when we remember our failures. We smile at those we love and look upon them fondly. We give thanks for those who love us and pray for those who don't. We meditate on the choices we have made that have brought us to where we are and we realize that past mistakes have finally ceased to matter. We realize that we are not done, that we must go on, and we continue to push forward. It is at this intercession that we pray we might be given the time necessary to do everything we must do; to be with those we love, to do more of what brings us joy, to do more of what is important, and to look less on the inconsequential things in our life.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
During the past few months I have thought long and hard about what to do with this blog. I admit that for a short time I had the intent of deleting it, goodbye to the blog that I once cherished so much, the blog that reminds me of the past life for which at times I feel nostalgic. The truth is that this blog carries a lot of baggage with it, it depicts a time when my optimism was high and I hadn't suffered the heartaches that I now have as my part of my life experience resume. A lot of things have changed since I began that little online book club named Books for thy Imagination for which I started writing here. The little book club that began with just me and flowered into a few but devoted members with whom I read books with. It was a time when I felt my life was ahead of me and I had plenty of time to complete my goals and aspirations. As the pace of my life changed I was unable to devote as much time to the book club and thus this blog became a remnant of what it could have been. Aah, could have been, how that phrase has wrecked havoc in my life. I stand now with a blog that has no audience but I still publish to, sporadically I must add. But yet... I never deleted it and now I do not intend on doing so if only for the mere fact that we all have a story to tell and the story remains true regardless if one reads it or one thousand do. I have always contemplated in what direction to go, this way or that? but now I see it is not so much about deciding, actions are the ones that are needed here, one step ahead of the other. For so long I weighed my options; how to write, what to write, what prose to use, but now it is a mere necessity to do so and with that comes a great advantage. I am writing with a transparency I have not had before, the need for authenticity has increased in me over the years. I am sometimes somber, sometimes exuberant, sometimes random; a package within a package some would say. The need to write and share is stronger now and I cannot contain its power. I hope the audience will come and I hope someone out there will read this but now I know that sometimes we need to write for ourselves and the rest will follow.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Because Flowers Are More Beautiful
She stood in the middle of a dirt road, her long brunette hair swaying with the wind, a child grasping her hand. The tin roofs of the houses surrounding her gave an eerie feeling of despair and that despair was evident in her eyes. She was standing still and looking straight ahead, the way one looks for something that was to come but never did. I stayed a little longer than I intended to, seeing how strands of her hair went over and away from her eyes, the way the child smiled at her, admiring the love that was evident between them. I was brought back to the task at hand by the sound of thunder and the feeling of chills down my back. I walked up to her and gave her my hand. At first she was resistant, asking who I was. I told her she had to leave, that I was there to take her and I could see in her eyes she understood the meaning of my words. She took my hand and walked with me. We walked to the north, leaving behind the poor sad village where I first saw her, walked and walked we went, resting little. The excitement of her child was evident but with her I could not tell what she felt or what she thought, her face a blank canvass. At last the change was apparent, where everything was dirt and the color of mud when we began our journey, now you could see bursts of color, and the sky turned from a gray color to the most beautiful blue; a dark blue mirroring the color of my eyes. We arrived at our destination at sunset. I walked her into a meadow full of flowers and the nice scent they bring with them filled the air, they were beautiful and bountiful, a garden was a few steps ahead of them. The scent of flowers mingled with the scents of the garden providing the most fragrant potpourri. They had never seen anything like it and the expression on her face gave way to a sigh of relief, the way one feels when we have been taken out of a dreadful fate and given mercy instead. Her eyes shone bright with the colors of the meadow and the flowers reflected on them. For a moment she had forgotten I was there or so I thought until at last she turned to me and asked why I had brought her there. I brought her so she could stay there I replied, at this she asked why. I couldn't help but feel contentment at the words I had been waiting to use, they rolled off my tongue as if I had rehearsed them a thousand times before but the truth was that there was no truer truth than this; at last I told her "Because flowers are more beautiful". I knew she understood completely what had transpired, seeing how her body gave way to a more relaxed pose. There was no need for more questions or answers after this. I turned and walked back from where I had come from, it was a far way home and I knew I shouldn't turn to look at her again for fear I might not want to leave, however, something drew me to it and I did, the desire stronger than my will. I turned to see her and she also saw me, our eyes connecting simultaneously. There I saw I had done the right thing by seeing her again for what happened next took my breath away, for the first time since I had met her a smile formed on her lips. At that instant I knew I would carry that smile with me always just like the scent of flowers would always remind her of me.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Catherine Bailey arrived at Belvoir Castle in the year of 2008 to research a book about that part of England during the First World War. Upon arriving at the castle she discovered that the Muniment Rooms or "The Secret Rooms" as the servants at the castle had called them was where John, the 9th Duke of Rutland, had died. As a wealthy man, the idea that a Duke had preferred to die in a room where there was only a stone fire and on a simple couch nonetheless was intriguing. Why had he not been recovering and resting in his bedroom or one of the many stately rooms in his castle? Why had he preferred to die in a cold room with only a few people attending to him? Catherine found it odd but decided to get on with researching her book about the war but there was one problem, the letters she had depended on and was hoping would shed light on the years of the war were meticulously missing from the archives in the Muniment Rooms. This led her on a different path altogether and the result of her research and her findings are found in this book. The first part of the book is spent asking questions and trying to find answers to the different discrepancies that are found on the "official" stories that were put forth when the John's father was the Duke of Rutland. I was enthralled from the first page, intrigue, mystery, secrecy, lies, what else was there to ask for.I enjoyed the insight of how a wealthy and influential family worked in that era. The first part of the book went by at a quick pace and I could hardly put it down, by the last quarter of the book I was having trouble getting through it. The author revealed the last mystery in agonizing detail and because of this I am giving it 3 stars instead of 4. Overall it is a great and entertaining true story.
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