Setting Sail in New Winds


English: Vessal seen from below

English: Vessal seen from below (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade wind in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”  Mark Twain

I admit it. I had lost energy. Where once I had a clear cut goal of getting my book published, I had lost my direction. Like a ship becalmed, I felt stuck. Like all of us at times in our lives, the wind had gone out of my sails.

That was part of the reason I went to the Hampton Roads Writers’ Conference. I was looking for affirmation. I wanted to nail the pitch I did for the agent. I hoped to reap praise from my manuscript review. I was looking for new winds to fill my sails.

So going was a motivational plan and it worked.  I went to great workshops and, as I told people there, my learning was exponential. I hit my pitch. The agent asked for a query and 50 pages. I felt re-energized.

Later this week, I promise, I will share some of the nitty-gritty things I learned. There were many but that is not this post. This post is about what I learned about myself.

I learned I wasn’t becalmed because I am not a salesman (the title of one workshop I didn’t attend); or because, as I told myself, as did lots of people there, writing queries, basically a pitch combined with a synopsis wrapped in an elevator speech, was a different kind of writing, implicitly, not my kind, or theirs. Great reasons, perhaps, but lame excuses. My most important learning was that I was stuck because I let myself be.

Southbound sailboats entering the Banana Cut o...

Southbound sailboats entering the Banana Cut on Lake Gatún have their sails set to get a boost from the trade winds. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

John Rohn said, “It is the set of the sails, not the direction of the wind, that determines where you go.” Writing and editing a book are hard and I hated turning to face the next heavy wind. I wanted my creation loved just the way it was, like a parent wants admiration for their child. I wanted the winds to come and sweep me away to where I wanted to go. I wanted easy. Send in a query. Agent loves it. Sell the book. Publish it. Get the movie deal.

That happens to some people. Lightening strikes and they ride the energy. It happened to several presenters. But not all.

In life, most often, the prince on the white horse never arrives. No Rumpelstiltskin comes to spin our straw into gold. It’s up to us. We can neither curse the winds that blow against us, nor sit in the harbor waiting for perfect weather. We have to get underway. Then we need to trim our sails to catch the wind or go back to the shore.

Last week I made a promise to myself, with you as my witnesses, to roll up my sleeves and work. I did this weekend. I went to the pitch workshop and then worked for hours into the night redoing my pitch.  The writer/agent, Dawn Dowdle, who reviewed my first 10 pages doesn’t like fantasy and she hated my first two pages, my Prologue.  She did like Lis, my main character.  She also gave great insight on Point of View. Ethan Vaugh, the agent I pitched, thought my concept interesting, but almost choked on the length of the book. He also prefers other types of fantasy to my kind. But, boy, can he write dialogue (his workshop). I may not sell him my book, but if I do, I will learn from him. I am determined to make the attempt.

So editing is step one. I thought I was done with it until I had a book contract. I learned I can have my book, as it is, the book, as Stephen King says, that I wrote for myself. Or, in his words, I can “take out everything that is not the story” and have something that sells. Looking at the prevailing winds in book publishing, I can’t have both. I have decided to face the wind, firm hand on the rudder, but still make the journey.

So look for me on the high seas. The Call and I will set sail even if we spend a week or two refitting ourselves for the trip.  I don’t know where the trade winds will take me.  I don’t know where the winds in your life will take you. Still, I am choosing to ride them, setting my sails as best I can, regrets left behind. I hope you’ll be there by my side.

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Creating Diamonds: Plans and the Pressure of Time


English: Leonard Bernstein

English: Leonard Bernstein (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“To achieve great things two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.” Leonard Bernstein

I am in Raleigh, making soup, listening to NPR, and hear this quote. Interesting. I find myself mulling it over, simmering it in my mind like the vegetables stirring in my broth.

Homemade soup takes time: browning beef bones, making broth, chopping vegetables, adding them in the order of speed of cooking, longer for celery and onions, shorter for carrots and potatoes. A good minestrone takes time, though you can open a can and settle for a decent soup. No slow build up of aromas in the house, no long melding of flavors, but an acceptable meal nonetheless. Not great but ok.

Writing a book, deepening a relationship, developing a skill, raising children, things creative and delicate, also take time and best happen with some sort of thought or plan, rather than haphazardly.

English: Song I feel pretty from West Side Sto...

English: Song I feel pretty from West Side Story by Bernstein et Sondheim Français : Chanson I feel pretty de West Side Story de Leonard Bernstein et Sondheim (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So I get the plan and I get its relationship to time. I believe it was a life lesson for Bernstein. Writing a symphony, creating an opera, formulating West Side Story, must have taken time. Like writing a book, a song here, a scene there, linking ideas, exploring themes, his great musical creations must have evolved over weeks and months and then been adjusted, edited, “fine-tuned” and perfected over an even longer period.

What Bernstein has me pondering is the phrase: not quite enough time, especially that adverb, quite. Makes me think it’s not just about creating but finishing.

When I don’t have enough time for something, I rarely finish. I have started many projects with enthusiasm only to find they take more work than I expected. So I set them aside. Later, I happen upon them on a shelf and think, someday, someday I’ll have more time. Someday, (will I?) I’ll finish them. Please pass the guilt!

Not quite enough time. I find myself considering the difference between just enough time, not quite enough time, and in the nick of time, a personal favorite. I find the pressure of a deadline is motivational. Finishing a paper for college in time to print and race to class, or completing a grant with only minutes to get to FedEx before they close, pumps my adrenalin. I find my creativity soars as the time crunch increases. But we can’t live every minute pumped on adrenalin – even if energy drinks are all the fad.

Time. Not quite enough time. Enough pressure to push us to prioritize, make us finish our projects, enough time that the tyranny of the urgent doesn’t make us set aside the creative for the mundane. It takes the right amount of time and the right amount of pressure to turn a lump of coal, or a life, into a diamond.

Bernstein was right.

But that’s the problem with trying to get a book published or a personal long-term project completed. No one is holding a firm deadline. How do you make yourself feel you don’t have quite enough time if no one is holding you to a finish date?

I have set many writing deadlines for myself, so many pages by the end of the day. But writing my book was the easy part. I loved writing it – even editing it. Right now I’m left with how to make myself prioritize the pragmatic things that go with getting a book published: the synopsis and query; and marketing it. The stuff I don’t like, but must have  in any writing plan if my goal is publishing, not just completing, my book.

“A goal is a dream with a deadline.” Napoleon Hill wrote, and sounding a bit like Bernstein, “Without a purpose and a plan, people drift aimlessly.”

I am no drifter! So next weekend I am off to the Hampton Roads Writer’s Conference. The  first 25 pages of  The Call will be reviewed with me by a writer and agent and I will get to pitch my book to another. I will go to lots of workshops. I will network. (ugh) Better yet, going has created a deadline. I finished a brief overview to send to the reviewer with my pages and my synopsis (and pitch) are almost done. I will take copies of both. I will take personal business cards. I will follow all the selling research I have read.

Will it be great?  Will I love it? I don’t know. No guarantees. But I will learn from it – and I will share what I learn. No matter what, it has me moving forward. After all, Thomas Edison said, “Genius is one percent inspiration and 99% perspiration.”  So next week I roll up my sleeves!  Rome wasn’t built in a day or a diamond created by a dream alone. Let the hard work begin.

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In the Ashes of My Brothers – a 9 11 Remembrance of my service at Ground Zero


Many are calling for 9 11 to become a national day of service in honor of the first responders who gave their lives in service to those trapped in the Twin Towers. What a fitting tribute and memorial to them! In their honor I repost this blog I did for the tenth anniversary of this day that saw the worst that humanity can do to each other, and the best.

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Astronaut on moon copyAmerican history is filled with iconic moments that live forever in everyone’s memory. They change the course of events and drive our collective lives as a people. Some of you could tell of December 7th and Pearl Harbor. I can remember hearing over the school PA the announcement of President Kennedy’s assassination. Many of these later memories have become visual in our television age: Neil Armstrong’s ‘step’ onto the moon, the explosion of the Challenger, 9-11. You can probably call up pictures of these events.

plane-hitting-second-tower-9-11All have personal elements. For me Tuesday, 9 11 started with a 7:30 appointment, so I was in my car headed to the Salvation Army in Syracuse, New York when the first plane hit the twin towers. I heard about it on the radio. I visualized a small commuter plane, but got to work troubled. With several colleagues, one whose brother was a…

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Going to Ground – On Meditation and Finding a Center


brick foundation‘When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, my grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply; the flames shall not hurt thee; I only design, thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine. From the hymn, “How Firm a Foundation

One of the best compliments I remember from my mother was praise she gave to those she saw as being “well-grounded.”

To prepare this blog, I decided to look up the meaning of the phrase and found: “Having a firm foundation, having a strong basis for belief, action, or argument.” That makes sense to me. Whatever the issue, I believe my mother was right, in good and bad times we do need a solid foundation upon which to stand.

As you may know by this point, I work in a remedial learning center at our local community college, helping students who either haven’t obtained a high school diploma, or working with those who have but who cannot pass their college entrance exams.

crumbling brick-wallBoth groups are missing basic educational building blocks.  Without that firm foundation as they try to build a life, they often face profound handicaps.  Some manage until an economic downturn, when they are usually the first let go, and the last hired or rehired. Then, they come back to school, to us, to try to backfill in the gaps in their learning, to shore up the underpinnings of their lives.

That’s a concrete example of what can happen in a variety of ways to all of us.

Over my last two blogs I have focused on how to respond when life shakes us up, when disaster strikes, or change happens.  I have suggested we can be uplifted by life challenges like a kite against the wind, (https://joanneeddy.com/2013/08/24/against-the-wind-finding-strength-in-adversity/), and that we can learn to look for what good we can find in the new circumstances by cultivating an attitude of acceptance. (https://joanneeddy.com/2013/08/18/leaving-our-comfort-behind-on-sojourning-in-strange-lands/)

MeditationGiven my last two posts, this week’s focus was clear to me! I knew the next logical question you might ask is ‘how.’ As in “So exactly how do we hang on when adversity strikes? When we are shaken to our very core.” As I said last week, family, friends, and faith, are my anchors, the string keeping me tethered when the winds of adversity come. I thought I’d add in my “firm foundation” for dealing with the stress, anxiety and fears that assail us in times like that: meditation, the vehicle I use to keep calm.

Joshua Wade on e.How explains it this way: “Grounding and centering” is a meditation and visualization technique that allows you to focus on yourself and the present… especially in times of stress or worry.  …using meditation… is relatively easy  and will help you to learn to live in the present moment so that you may approach difficult situations with a calm, focused and steady mind.”  I couldn’t say it better.You can read more of this explanation at: http://www.ehow.com/how_2108726_ground-center-yourself-through-meditation.html#ixzz2X3uYQwcc

girl meditate near waterI teach my students meditation as a test taking success strategy, a way to keep calm and keep their brains engaged, a method for those who have testing phobia to control it, and for times when anxiety is overwhelming. And it really is easy. I usually tell them it is as simple as the message they heard from their mothers or other wise elders when they were distressed, “Take a deep breath.”

Well, I tell them, that was 1/3 of the advice they needed, because we need to take at least three!  Better yet 10!  Each progressively deeper, but yes, numbered.  If you sit with your arms resting on the arms of a chair, or on a table or desk, and just count your breaths, making each one deeper, after three you change your brain wave patterns. You think better, and your body, which equates deep breathing with falling asleep, begins to feel rested. At its root, it is that basic.

Girl in fall woodsOf course, you can can go deeper, add in visualizations of the stress leaving your body, or create a picture of your favorite place to relax, by the ocean, on a mountain, walking in the woods.

English: Meditation

English: Meditation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Or you can add progressive relaxation, focusing in on your feet resting on the ground, your legs, your arms, your hands, body, neck and head, relaxing, then center back on your breathing and let yourself stay there in comfort. But you don’t have to. As my mother also told me, “Just breathe.” If you do it deeply, it will work.

About the centering component, for the believers among you, like me, you can feel and picture the presence of God filling you as you learn to be still. For us, to return to the center of who we are is to return to the source of life. For you of different persuasions, envision going to the core of who you are, the house of the spirit within you.

Man in water lightTaoists call meditation “gathering the light.” Wise. We all need to take light to our darker times. But even in the day-to-day, lost to busyness times, touching the foundation of our lives and what we believe in is a way to ground ourselves in a world of winds, adversity, and change.  Ah, mothers, wise women and their old wives’ tales! Mine so often showed me the path to being well-grounded. Let’s go to ground together.

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Against the Wind – Finding Strength in Adversity


kite“Kites rise highest against the wind – not with it.” Winston Churchill

“The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places.” Ernest Hemingway

Last week I urged we accept that change will come. However, while  it can be an irresistible force, that doesn’t mean we should never fight it.

We don’t have to, nor should we, be passive about our life directions, just carried about by winds not of our making, pushed in directions that aren’t acceptable to us. Not every change is good. Sometimes the good comes in the struggle against it, even when we lose.

Churchill was wise. It’s often when we pit ourselves against the wind that we grow the most, and in times of trial that we learn the most about who we are and who we aren’t.

Exterior view of Biosphere 2, an attempt to cr...

Exterior view of Biosphere 2, an attempt to create a closed, artificial ecosystem. Today, it is a tourist attraction. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This was made real to me through the Biosphere 2 experiment. In 1991, in the Arizona desert, it was created to be a perfect sustainable environment. The right amount of sunlight, an ideal quantity of food, and optimal rainfall were provided so that the plants could reach their maximum potential.  And the result: failure.

Before the trees could mature and reproduce, they fell over and died in this perfect world.  And the reason has always made me rejoice: the trees needed some adversity in order to thrive.  The Biosphere had wind treesbeen created as an ideal place, stress-free, without a wind. With nothing pushing their branches, challenging the endurance of the trees, no struggle to reach deep for water or food, they had not developed strong roots. When they reached their full height, they were perfectly straight – but they fell over from their own weight.  Ungrounded and lacking the depth created by adversity, they could not sustain perfection. And the people there did as poorly as the trees, more Lord of the Flies than return to The Garden of Eden.

Candle in broken glass copyIf you find it odd that I would rejoice at this outcome, then you may not yet know that I worked as a social worker with victims of abuse and domestic violence.  This story helped both me and my clients know surviving through tough experiences can create strength. The week I would tell it, I would bring in two candle holders. Both were red. One was made of broken pieces of red glass. The other was smooth, solid, and intact. When I lit them, the strength in broken places was evident. The light striking the angles of the bits and pieces of glass was refracted into from one piece to the next and magnified. The light shone much brightly through restoration than perfection.

Perhaps this is a perspective that all of us can hang onto. As Friedrich Nietzsche  famously said, and Kelly Clarkson turned into a song, “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”  Link:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANKWwI0ONGc

Turns out that this idea was not just a philosophical conjecture, but an empirical truth, proved by the trees in the Biosphere.

My mother had a witty saying for almost every situation. One that was always accompanied with a shrug when I was spouting off about the need to stand up and right world wrongs was “You can’t always fight city hall.” She would tell me that sometimes “to get along I had to go along” and that I should “let sleeping dogs lie unless I was prepared to be bitten.”  Millie was the daughter of immigrants who had not always found the road smooth in front of them. But her adjectives and clauses were important modifiers to her parent’s truths. (Ok, ok, yes, I do teach English!)

For underneath she had a spine of steel. Millie did not “take things lying down.” I came to learn she rarely shrugged off adversity. She stood up for herself and others, and if she was bitten for her stand, she could take it. My favorite saying of hers was:  “If you make a doormat out of yourself don’t be surprised if people wipe their feet on you.” My mother was no doormat. Neither am I.  I became stronger because I followed her example.

Still some winds blow with hurricane force. Illness, injury, the loss of a loved one, unemployment, financial loss, can slam us so low it is hard to rise. And yet, it is the rising that strengthens us.

windmillI always feel inspired when Don Quixote says, “Not well? What is illness to the body of a knight-errant? What matter wounds? For each time he falls, he shall rise again, and woe to the wicked.” It may be idealistic and perhaps foolish, but this sentiment is energizing and well-directed. It motivates me to get up and struggle onward.

Can we defeat every wind? No. Some we do need to endure. Sometimes we need to hunker down, take shelter, and let them blow over. But even then, when they are past, we need to pick ourselves back up and fix what needs fixing in the aftermath.

dandelionOften what keeps us going then is the strength we’ve gained tilting at earlier windmills. We may well be bitten if we do something to stand in the face of the wind but we won’t be defeated, not if we hold on strong to what we believe in. Yes, another important modifying clause, my addition to my mother’s legacy. For me this means family, friends, and faith. But whatever it is, we need a counterweight so we don’t get so caught up in the wind that we can’t find our way home. When we do fight, we need to stay grounded in what’s important, like a kite tied to a strong line.

hang-gliderI believe we are all stronger than we think, especially at the broken places.  So don’t be afraid of life’s storms, stay anchored to your roots, and face and ride the winds of your fate. Besides, what could be better than when we are lifted up and energized by running against the wind. Just know I’ll run with you. I promise.

What Doesn’t Kill Makes You Stronger

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Leaving Our Comfort Behind – On Sojourning in Strange Lands


English: Gypsy moth caterpillar Category:Lepid...

English: Gypsy moth caterpillar Category:Lepidoptera (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“I have been a Sojourner in a Strange Land.” Moses  Exodus 2:22

Most people like the comfort of the familiar:   Our morning cup of coffee on the back porch, slipping into our cozy, run down at the heels slippers at the end of our workday, or other everyday customs, our routines that let us walk in our homes in the dark knowing where the light switches are. Expected surroundings, events, and people provide reassurance and soothe the more bumpy parts of our lives.  We can count on the familiar.

And then life happens. We are forced out of our comfort zone or we choose to leave it.  All of us face times when we sojourn in strange lands.

Some of these times are brief – vacations from the every day that make us value our ordinary life more when we return.

Some are events where we choose to try new life paths. We forge new directions, take up new interests, move or retire, take a new job, get married, or have babies, or adopt a puppy. Life changes.

Last weekend we hosted a candidate for a church in our area. He preached in Edenton while members of the search committee joined us to hear him and meet with him and his wife.  Depending on their decision, a very different place, a new position, a new home, and a new life and ministry may lie ahead.  And if that comes to fruition all of it will feel exciting and challenging and different, and fun and energizing….and odd.

It will be the gateway to a strange land…until it becomes the new normal, the new routine, and finally, once again, the comfortable and familiar.

Some foreign lands are thrust upon us. We lose a job, get divorced, get really sick, or face the death of someone we love. The landscape of our lives shifts wildly and we find that even our most basic sense of who we are changes as a result.

Since some pieces of our lives remain the same, it may feel like we have entered a “Fun House” with mirrors that hold images of us that seem distorted, out of sync with who we have always been.

I may be in the minority, but I never liked the Fun House. To get to “the fun” you had to wander through a maze in the dark, with no knowledge of where the source of light could be found. There was no way out but through and the unfamiliar path led you to walk into walls. If always felt scary and disorienting to me, a strange time in a strange place, and I endured it, but it wasn’t easy to embrace.

In life some sojourning times leave behind permanent change to us or to our thoughts of ourselves. We can wish to run back to the comfort of where we come from, but we can’t.

I have learned, most often the hard way, change will come whether I embrace it or not. Sometimes it is a slow evolution, no more noticeable than the growth of a caterpillar, and rests may come when we crawl into our cocoons.  But life will lead us, willing or not, down different paths than we expect until we burst forth into strange new experiences. Growth pushes and prods, even hurts, but change will come even to caterpillars who like being caterpillars.

There is no growth without change. And if we let the new road lead us, if we go with the flow even if we don’t rejoice in it, we will find new resting places, new comforts, new interests, new friends. And most often, at least in my life, family and friends have been there for me, to help me through each transition. Like midwives or doulas they have served as guides down pathways that, though foreign to me, they understand.

So….Live in the moment, little caterpillar, sojourn there, love every second. While it is fleeting, it is still wonderful…and then gulp down a deep breath, hold on to your loved ones, and take consolation that when you must leave this comfort behind, new wonders await you.

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Eye on the Prize


English: Hampton Roads, Virginia from space

English: Hampton Roads, Virginia from space (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Paul and Silas thought
They was lost
Dungeon shook and
The chains come off
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

The only thing I did was wrong, was stay in the wilderness too long,
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.

A link to Bruce Springsteen’s version:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBle58G0dsA

I don’t know about you but I am great at starting things. So many ideas seem interesting that it is easy for my enthusiasm to transport me into an activity…sustaining it to completion is often a different thing. I have painted, quilted, and cross-stitched…you might even add blogged.

I remember that when I finally ‘finished my book,’  I was ecstatic.  What I sometimes forget is that the prize wasn’t in finishing it, it is in publishing it. What I have is a manuscript, not a book…at least not yet.

Last Sunday when I was working on this blog, I saw a link to a writer’s conference near me in Hampton Roads.  That’s only an hour and a half away, and instead of ignoring it as I usually would, I clinked on it.

It was perfect! It not only had great workshops but it included a short story contest (a great possible way to build my writing resume if I could win), a chance to have a first 10 page manuscript evaluation by an author/agent, and a chance to pitch my book to another agent in my genre. A way to the prize had appeared before me.

So, what were the challenges? First, an unpublished short story.  I have one. Only one.

But with nothing to lose, (nothing ventured, nothing gained coming to mind), I opened it.  I have sent it to other, larger, contests and stayed in contention right to the end. But I’d thought perhaps it was too short, two thousand words in a world of 6,000 word contenders. This contest only asked for 2,500. So I spent Sunday afternoon and evening working on it, thinking to mail everything first thing on Monday.

Lucky for me I have a writing partner and a great husband.  I made some additions and revisions, and sent them on to them. That brought a great phone discussion with William (see the page on this blog about my Writing Partner), suggestions, more revisions, and more discussion. By 11 pm Sunday night, I was satisfied, and the story was both improved and now 2,241 words. Short story, check!

Then I went back to the conference link, clicking on the manuscript submission page, reading in more detail, and hit the next challenge at the bottom of the page: I needed a synopsis of my book!

For the last six months or so I have hemmed and hawed over completing this very task.  I have tried doing one from a variety of approaches and then ended up with computer problems. In a nutshell, I had many excuses. But the larger truth was it seemed daunting to me.  How can you reduce 124,421 words to one page?

It was clear I wasn’t going to the post office in the morning, and did I tell you the early bird deadline was the next Friday?  I decided to take Monday morning off from work.

I pulled up a number of my previous attempts and a query letter I had and got down to it.  I had actually made some progress when I had to leave for work. Leaving the college early, I raced home to start again. About 4:00 I sent a last version to William and to Doug, a cross between a synopsis and an overview, with a little pitch thrown in.

At 4:30 Doug advised me, at this point, I might as well give myself a break. Our small little post office would close in a half hour and if I mailed it at 8:30 the next morning it would probably not change the delivery time.  Then he added that he thought there were too many names in my synopsis which made it hard to follow! Back to the drawing board!

More labor, more conversation with William, more revisions and hours later I finally had a version we all thought covered the story well enough to make the 10 pages understood and carried enough pitch to perhaps interest the reviewer into investing in it.  I printed the forms and made my workshop selections.

Tuesday morning I got up early deciding to reread my novel’s first 10 pages, something I hadn’t done in months.  Mistake or not, I decided to edit a little. The 10 pages left off abruptly and I wanted the next few paragraphs to make it into the review.  So I texted my assistant, once again, I’d be late.

At 9:00 I did one last check on the website and there in red on submission page: now only three slots left for the review.  Off I ran to the post office while calling on the phone listed and leaving a message to say I would drive my work to Virginia if I could have one of them.

Ok…no suspense for you….I didn’t have to and it got in on time to get me a review. My husband and I celebrated, but will any of this get me closer to publishing?  Perhaps.

I don’t know what prizes you are seeking, or if you sometimes lose sight of them. I suspect you may be like me and find it is not always easy to sustain a vision. But not doing so guarantees defeat. So this is my wish that you will find encouragement when you least expect it, and then seize it. There may be a long road still ahead for you and for me…but as the song says, got to keep our eyes on the prize. Hold on.

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Learning to Play…and Why We Need To


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laughter (Photo credit: withrow)

The German poet Schiller wrote: ‘Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.’  He was right in more ways than one.

Watching our rescued Shepherd, Nessa, learn to play is a great reminder of the role of play and imagination in our lives and our children’s lives. Like many rescues Nessa was neglected by her family and came to us with no knowledge of play.

photo-3At first toys were ignored, and then, when she did try, the squeaks and noises frightened her. But she’s a naturally brave girl and you could see her determination to master them. She’d approach, squeak them, jump back, and pick them up again, until she grasped them, shook them, and beat them into submission! Now playtime has become a regular routine. It is part of her growing healthier.

When my granddaughters, Caroline and Catherine, were little, and I would come to visit, they would climb into my bed and we would tell each other stories.  My favorite game of stories would be to start a tale and build up to AND THEN….and have them add a section. Little by little we built the story together, laughing along the way.

Their all time favorite story was one we told and retold.  It was the story of the Friendly Giants, Caroline and Catherine, who helped their neighbors and were put under a spell by an evil witch who wanted them to serve only her, not the people who lived nearby. So she cast a spell and they fell asleep and became mountains.  Now, of course, the girls were the mountains and I would push and shake them to make sure they were “asleep.” They would squeeze their eyes closed and try not to giggle. The story would end when one day some princes and princesses found the cave in each of the mountains (their ears) and decide to explore. The tickling would wake the sleeping giants and they all would live happily ever after.

Among others, the famous child psychologist, Bruno Bettleheim, tells us in The Uses of Enchantment that reading fairy tales and using their imagination in play helps children learn to cope with the problems in their lives. Reading and telling stories teaches the most important life lessons, just as Schiller suspected.

Laughter...

Laughter… (Photo credit: leodelrosa…)

I would add a corollary. Playing and laughter are healing for all of us. Norman Cousins, the political journalist, famously recovered from what was thought to be a fatal illness by watching Marx Brothers‘ movies. He noted that 10 minutes of a good belly-laugh gave him two hours of pain free sleep. Cousins survived and wrote about his experience. Since then multiple studies have verified that laughter stimulates the immune system. (A Link to great brief article: http://www.healthandgoodness.com/article/laughter-and-illness.html )

So the key to living happy and healthy ever after? It lies in the world of what has always enchanted us: Playing with friends and family, cuddling a baby, hugging a child, kissing a boo-boo, petting a puppy, and laughing, laughing a lot…good, real, laugh till you cry belly laughs!

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Ally Ally Oxen Free – On Stress and Finding Home Base


photo-11Did you play tag and hide and seek when you were a kid?  I did. I’m a baby boomer and my neighborhood was full of kids. On warm summer evenings after dinner, we would somehow all know where to “meet up” and fun would break out. Gangs of kids, some faster, some slower, big ones, little ones and many in-betweens, all together we would pick who was “it” and scatter, squealing and joyous, until we were found or tagged and had to “go home.”


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For games of tag, we’d all touch home base taunted by “it” until we sortied out, running away from home and tempting fate (and the speed of “it”), quickly returning to safety unless caught. For hide and seek counting would start it, “Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty…..ninety five, hundred, ready or not here I come.” One by one, we’d be caught and captured, or dodging carefully behind bushes and peering around corners while another was chased, we’d run home, safe.

Best of all came the moment, late in the game, when if you were still uncaught you would hear, “Ally, Ally Oxen Free,” which meant you had avoided capture. You had won.

In my neighborhood, home base was often the side of a house, usually my house. We lived in the middle of the block. It was convenient, we had a big side yard,  and, I guess, in retrospect, me being me, maybe I organized it. So for me, home base, the place of safety, was my home.  That was true then for the game, and that is surely true now for my life.

Ok, nostalgic, but if you’re wondering why this is on my mind, it’s because work has been extremely stressful of late. Our funding is being cut. We laid off two teachers and I have to figure how to keep everything going with the existing resources (me, mostly) while the 25 hours I am paid for routinely expand to 30 or 35. And I am having a tough time falling to sleep and find myself waking up early, sleep deprived, but mulling over the problems I will face later in the day.

So, stress is driving me back to basics: to home and refuge with my husband and dog,  to plans for visits with my family; and to finding touch points of peace, church, prayer, music, walking near water, watching sunsets, meditation.

Maslow's HierarchyBasics. When life doesn’t make sense, go back to the basics. Maslow says there is a Hierarchy of Needs and it start with breathing, (those who teach meditation agree), then on to safety, and belonging. Those are the basic needs everyone shares.

Most important, when we are stressed, we need to remind ourselves that meeting our needs takes focus in the right areas. Put another way: We need to identify home base.

You see, you can’t just wait, hold your breath, and hope what you need just happens. In fact, especially in tough times, you need to breathe (slowly and calmly), drink lots of water, and eat good food (no junk, little or no caffeine) because when we’re stressed we are awash with stress hormones: adrenaline, norepinephrine, and cortisol. We can’t afford a lot of other chemicals. Taking care of our body is critical since stress also reduces our immune system.

Then, if Maslow is right, we have to protect ourselves physically, psychologically, and spiritually. In my life that means drawing upon my husband,  friends and family, and, for me,  it also requires prayers, meditation, and some lashes from a long tongue attached to a wiggly furry body turning herself in circles with joy at the sight of me. (Maslow seems to have missed that last one.)

I am and will be ok. I can do the basics. And while stress is no stranger to me, and life has not always been easy, I am blessed nonetheless. I know where home base is and I know how to get there. And if this makes sense to you, you probably do, too.  We will be ok, “Ally, Ally, Oxen Free; Alley, Ally, Ally, Ally Oxen Free.”

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Pathways in the Heart – On rescues, grief and healing


photo-5 Rescue dogs can be like a complicated puzzle.  So ‘mothering’ one can be complex because you don’t have all the pieces. Understanding and putting those pieces together in healing ways is the promise you make to a rescue.

Raen, the beloved long-haired Shepherd we just lost, came to us starved and abused. She was changed by her experience and while she healed in so many ways there were many behavior patterns that remained deeply engrained by what she went through.

Abuse does that. I worked for 17 years running a group for survivors of domestic violence.  And even for the adult women I worked with, who could talk it out and reexamine their experience, healing could be slow.

One of Raen’s ‘residuals’ was that she was a quiet girl. She was a puppy who didn’t bark at all when we first got her and she had a torn tongue. When you are a rescue parent you are always trying to add up one and one. Often you get to two but wonder if perhaps the puzzle pieces really were meant to be aligned to 11.

We always assumed someone slammed her mouth shut when she barked and she tore her tongue in struggling with them. Of course, we will never know. But as she healed she got her bark back, though she usually saved it for significant events. Of course, to her, a visiting squirrel could be one! But in the main, she was quiet, and it felt like hers was an internal quiet, full of wisdom.

photo-2Another behavior was circling. Part of it was a hunting behavior.  She would sweep through the grass, stir up bugs, and chase them, but the limited repetitious patterns also seemed to suggest she had been encaged within limited space and got used to small circles and figure eights. Again,unknowable, but circling was a “default pattern” for her. Proscribed by boundaries we would never see, she carved out pathways in our yard by her repetitious pacing, wearing the grass away to the bare earth.

Those pathways are now resolving. Our southern St. Augustine grass is slowly creeping into them and covering them over, softening the boundaries, blurring the lines.

photo-1In life Raen romped through our whole yard, but would retreat to hunt and to circle in her paths of safety and security. In death, near a rainbow bridge or just in heaven, I hope she is making new ones that make God smile, like she made us smile watching her.

Yet the grieving remains and that too is a puzzle with patterns and paths to follow. And while the grass may cover the marks of her presence here in her yard, the paths she left in our hearts will remain forever.

photo-6Our new rescue, Nessa, has her own patterns, that we are learning and puzzling over as well. Like Raen, and Brin, and Heidi, she is laying new tracks in our lives, smooth places that will belong only to her. We will have some rough patches ahead as she goes through her heartworm treatment, but just as with all we love, tough times bring bonds of shared experience that will deepen like Raen’s circles, down to the solid earth of our lives.

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