Another Sunday for shy and ruthless Miss. Mantis. In the cave of cool air after eating, cleaning, and exercising… a bit… time to reach out with that sharp stretch for something sparkling, insightful, and unknown… well here goes. Eyes closed, reach and open book to…
From Marianne Willamson, A Woman’s Worth is the book dustily chosen from the bookshelf.
Sneeze and wonder and so here is the quote,
“And when a woman remembers her glory, a man of goodwill can barely contain joy. His real self arises in the presence of her own. I’m telling you, it works, this thing, this looking within to attract what is without. Make room for love, and it always comes. Make a nest for love, and it always settles. Make a home for the beloved, and he [she] will find his {her} way there.”
Little boys become big boys in only a few years… Photo by Hudley
I see life growing around me, changing and there are so many new stories to tell… but with procrastination comes a hallow, a shadow of watching and waiting for you to move forward to the honey!!
Today one of my kid’s longtime friends, Sebastian-across the street, came over to say hello. They have been friends since the 4th grade. We had not visited with him for a couple of years. The first thing he asked me was,
“Have you published your book?”
“No… not yet… ah.”
“Oh you haven’t found a publisher yet?”
I remember that he was always curious about what I was doing on my little laptop computer about 6 to 8 years ago. I then excused myself to take the groceries in. Darn kids are great and when they become young men they are clear, strong and to the point.
I have been procrastinating. I finished the book years ago. It has a good solid foundation but needs a lot of editing and embellishment. Since then many books have been published on this particular subject of mine.
Kindling, wood and log support can help chase away evil procrastination…
Boredom, disillusionment and losing both my parents put a real damper on my need to promote it or even work on it. I also had a couple friends turn into Dementors and almost suck my very identity from me.
The face of trust eludes me these days, but Sebastian has given me the extra acknowledgment, reflective push and ambush to rekindle the fire in my will to move forward again. Kindling, wood and log support can help chase away evil procrastination.
“Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line We think there is a soul, we don’t know That soul is hard to find.”
A Wild and crazy guide for celebrating your true self. I am glad I found this book. It affirms what I have always known, that I am an introvert. Yes, we are outnumbered by extroverts. Artists and writers tend to be more inclined to go within for their enjoyment. I like staying at home and I am on the wild side, just like most domesticated cats. If you get the time please get this book because it is an informative and delightful read. It takes all types to make up the world. The reason some people have parties for their birthdays with the whole zoo and those that don’t is OK. Those of us that like the more private life do so happily…. and so it is..
This is an honest and open book about all women’s unique bodies. Photographer Rosanne Olson brings a collection of images of women and their bodies. Her books includes women of all ages, shapes and sizes. Each image takes on the personality of what one woman has to express about her life and unique body. The most inspirational quotes strike a chord of familiarity.
As 38-year-old Faye reflects, “A favorite uncle of mine who disagrees with my tattoos likes to say that the body is a temple. I reply that my tattoos are the stained glass of my temple.”
Another woman Silja who is 35 says,
“I believe the advertising industry has done more to damage women’s self-concepts, happiness, and body image than almost anything else, including pornography and parental and peer influence. Music videos seem to run a close second.”
The point being, you will find a woman to identify with in Olson’s graceful and revealing masterwork.
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