Wednesday, December 31, 2014
12/31/14 RMB Happy 2015
Dear Rita Mae Brown,
One would think that if there were a time of the year that insightful words ran aplenty, it would be on New Year’s Eve, in the final hours before the dawn of a new year. I booted up my handy laptop, with fingers at the ready, aaaaand…I got nothing.
Hmm. Is this what they call writer’s block? When you sit to write and all you do is scribble? Peace, Hope, Kindness, Joy, Great Hugs, Smiles, Laughter and more..may the New Year be filled with all that is good, mixed with a bit of wonder, for all, every one.
Now it is time to curl up by the fire with my current RMB book, which is Pay Dirt.
All my best to you in 2015 and always,
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
12/24/14 RMB Merry Christmas Eve
Dear Rita Mae Brown,
The sun has set on this Christmas Eve. Emotions feel loud. Friends call out of the blue. Cheers and well wishes bounce about.
Some people smile more and others flip their cars in a rush get from here to there. It’s a wild and crazy time of year. Many are caught up in doing the “right” thing and others are either creating or defying traditions.
And I am here, writing, with the hopes that somewhere in these words you will find something worth reading. A conversation echo’s from earlier this year. My nephew trio conversed in the backseat and Santa entered the discussion.
“Rita is Santa.” One states matter-of-factly.
“Rita is Santa?” Another questions.
He clarifies, “Every day with Rita is like Christmas because she always brings presents.”
“Yeah, I get it.” The third confirms.
At that point I add that they are right in away. Rita the person isn’t necessarily Santa, but the goodwill that she brings forth as she gives them things, that is the makings of Santa. Furthermore, it is the same force that sends us the sunshine and the rain drops. Just as Rita brings gifts every visit, we are presented everyday with more gifts than can be counted.
By then I had lost their attention. They are young boys after all. Maybe the conversation was for me, more so than for them anyway. And now it is yours, the mystery of Santa decoded. May your days fill with his gifts through the holiday and always.
Many blessings to you,
Saturday, December 20, 2014
4/30/14 RMB April
Dear Rita May Brown,
April contained an onslaught of all that impacts us in life, both daily trials and life changes, setbacks and progress. One family member lost a job, while another relative of a friend lost her life. A new friend drew near, offering support through repercussions. An author I respect complimented my work. I found it difficult to celebrate accomplishments and blessings while simultaneously offering and accepting condolences.
An emotional tug of war makes the journey to happy ever after a jagged trail. This is where we set aside the analysis of pros and cons, stop evaluating the good vs the bad. And above all else, don’t ask “why?” That one little question can drive a person mad in the quest to find a suitable response. When the world close to home turns in a tumultuous tide, it is time to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.
I reach for the silver lining and chant “It’s all good.” There is a better tomorrow out there for all of us, wherever our souls may be flying off to. Perhaps this is where my writing differs from the works of those that have found the way. Rather than offering instructions or the proper process to prosperity, I’m saying there is something more out there, or inside ourselves, something special. I’m saying I know the quest to find it is not always easy, yet together our combined strengths will see us through.