I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. The blogs I read on a regular basis are humming and I just love the vibration that’s eminating from the creative minds of my blog friends.

Earlier this week, Megan introduced us to Chaundra McGill and her free eBook on Reflective Writing as Therapy. Most of my writing is my own free therapy. I’ve written my way through tough stuff. I’ve written my way out of anger, rage and hostility. I wrote my own road map towards a more peaceful, less stressful life. The comment I left for Megan created a “little buzz” and since the blogosphere corner I live in is humming, it stands to reason there should be a little buzzing, too. Thank you again, Megan, for introducing me to Chaundra and for giving Chaundra the spotlight!
Last night I read Joy’s beautiful yet bittersweet post. With a tapestry of words she weaves a story that needs to be circulated throughout our community. It’s deserving of a space in Good Housekeeping or Ladies Home Journal. It needs to be in a magazine that gets national exposure and is sold at grocery stores around our country. Yes, Joy, it’s that good.
This morning I read Nadia’s article on Woundology. How many people do we know that walk around with their pain on their sleeves? I can understand if something happened to you yesterday, but gosh darn it already, heal thy wounded child. Life isn’t about what comes our way, it’s about how we deal with it. It’s about our attitude. Sure, sucky stuff happens and I’ve had my share of it. But I refuse to let the wounds of my past hold me hostage to a perpetual state of victim hood. It’s an exhausting way to live.
Over on Wilma’s blog, the hum is buzzing about asking and listening. The conversation is lively and while I’m really good at asking, my listening skills need an adjustment. I readily admit I want to get better at this. My husband is a fabulous listener and when he listens to me, he gives me is undivided attention. Somedays, he’s lucky if he gets half my attention. Because my mind is anticipating his next word and I’ve already formed a response. I can’t wait for Richard to come home next week so I can practice listening. Until then, I’ve been practicing with Junior, my seventeen year old stepson.
Wednesday night I came home overtired and Junior was trying to tell me his plan to join the Army. I wasn’t listening. I was thinking of all the reasons why he’d get sent home before he reached day ten of basic training. His Auntie, who was with us for dinner, touched my arm and reminded me that Junior will hang onto the one negative I said and stew on it for days. Knowing how right Auntie was, I wrote Junior a note Thursday morning and let him know how much I appreciate him and his efforts to do better. I told him that I support his goal to enlist in the Army and I’d do whatever I could to help him acheive that.
Listening…Thanks Wilma and Ann-Marie!
Tess made me THINK this week. Thinking can be overrated at times, but not when Tess asks you a question. Funny thing…my response was about decluttering my home. Daphne…I must be channeling you or something.
I’m happy to see my friend, Jodi, back this week (I nearly sent out an APB because I thought she was MIA) and with a great post on blooming where you’re planted…and if you’re not, to take a look at your environment. Ok…it’s an official consipiracy…I will take care of my cluttered closets this weekend!
Last, but certainly not least, Walter has a great article on death and how, in our fear, we go through life’s motions seeing with our eyes closed. Check it out and ask yourself if you can make a few adjustments to open your eyes and your heart a bit more in order to live a life of your full potential.
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
PS…don’t forget to add a little RAOKA to your days! November’s theme is BEAUTY. How can you add beauty to your life and the lives of others? I’ll be working on a holiday project for the next six weeks or so and it’s all about creating, adding, and giving someting beautiful to someone else.
PPS…Many of us contributed to Lance and Joanna’s Blog4Cause. I thank each of you for participating, donating, and caring. I envision a future where no woman will ever hear the words, “You have breast cancer.”