It’s not you, Nonfiction, it’s me.

It’s not you, Nonfiction, it’s me.

The first few times we met I had these butterflies in my stomach. You were so unlike any book I had read before. At first I loved your clever covers, your cool book jackets. You always look so great in glasses and with your backpack, and I read all those rave Amazon reviews from your adoring masses. If all of those people love you, surely they must know something, surely I am missing out if I don’t read you too. 

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Who is on your island?

It’s a question my husband and I have asked each other before, usually over a glass of wine and if we’re lucky, in front of a fire. We first broached this topic late last summer, one of those what-if topics like “What you would do if you won the lottery?” Or another fun question for automotive enthusiasts – “If you had one million dollars and were allowed to spend it only on cars, what would you buy?” It started simply enough, on the heels of the lottery conversation; fantasizing about being so wealthy as to have your very own island and the ability to invite anyone you wish to live on the island as well. The island could be large or small, it could be rustic and undeveloped or feature every luxury imaginable. Your people might live nearby and you would enjoy seeing them every day. Or you may want to see them only once in a while but they still need to be there, so you must relegate them to the other end. It doesn’t have to be a tropical island, it could be in any sort of climate that you wish. It’s your island, you make the rules. We had a good laugh putting some family members who shall remain nameless on the other side of the island, and even cast some of our friends after the characters on Gilligan’s Island and Fantasy Island. But the lighthearted chat for us turned into a much more reflective dialog; who do you choose and why? Read More…

sunrise

she cried, trying to shake it off

but fear engulfed rationale

i don’t want to be burned

what color are ashes?

can i choose, can you put my body in a chair?

the wind blew a salty breeze across her face

she couldn’t squeeze the tears back in

they rolled

down

down her cheeks and dripped into the dark ocean

she watched the salty tear

plunge into the sea

but behind the deep the sun still rose

how big is one life?

every drop

together

makes a full glass

Opportunity

It is possible to become discouraged about the injustice we see everywhere. But God did not promise us that the world would be humane and just. He gives us the gift of life and allows us to choose the way we will use our limited time on earth. It is an awesome opportunity.
Cesar Chavez

Kindness

Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.
Dalai Lama

Intention

Everything that happens in the universe starts with intention.
Deepak Chopra

Meditation

Adopt the pace of nature: Her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Motivation

If it doesn’t challenge you, it won’t change you.
author unknown

Therapy

The cure for everything is salt water; sweat, tears or the sea.
Isak Dinesen

Wisdom

Whatever you are, be a good one.
Abraham Lincoln