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Aug 30, 2010

Short Stories

I love to write short stories. Had a few published in anthologies and won a couple of money prizes. For about 3 years now, I have just closed down and not bothered. Writers block brought about by stress.

Lately though Iv been thinking I might start writing again. I hope to find some other writers blogs to follow and be in touch with. So if any writers pass by, follow me so I can catch up with you.

Id love to set a challenge, or be part of one set by someone else. Challenge makes good practice. So if your passing through - drop a short story of no more that 100 words onto my blog via this entry.


Love Jen



Aug 26, 2010

None of it Matters in the or at the End

The reheadriter asked

I was thinking about your post yesterday and the quote "yet none of this matters at the end"
How can we really get that message to soak in? I guess the answer is that we just keep on trying to get it right. Thanks again for your post.

I wanted to come up with a breath taking answer but, I have to admit I don’t know. Perhaps constant mantra’s or affirmations until the mind has been brainwashed into living in and enjoying the moment. Many swear that to get to that mindset, one can use meditation. I am just beginning that journey which is not at all easy.

I want and hope to find some peace with who I am, where I have been and where I am going. I need to be aware of, but not afraid by the fact that I will indeed end and the moment is all I have. I want to be able to hold each moment as precious and live in it without pressure from the next moment. I want to smile more and be happy to have the moment and not be afraid of losing it. For me, its all about fear of losing precious moments and in the process, ironically spoiling them.





Love Jen

Aug 24, 2010

Procrastination

If there were awards for procrastination, I'm so good, I'd definitely have a few.


What have I done today:


Got up (obviously)
Made myself a cup of tea
Went to face book
Checked out a you tube lesson on mindfulness
Did the meditation
Checked out some blogs




Its almost 2PM and I am not even showered. Must get motivated ... but you know the mindfulness thing really was worth the time. It's about making time, about being at peace with oneself and the world, about paying attention to ones needs. Mindfulness helps us know what we really feel, what we want. To be authentic and congruent with ourselves in relation to the world. To lessen  our stress and bring good things into our lives. To manage pain and illness. It can do all of this.


Check out this Youtube and these books:


Mindfulness

Books and CD's













Love Jen


Aug 13, 2010

The Ageing Process



"Never count your age in years but rather experiences. Age by passing of the years is extremely finite, but a life enriched by experience feels like immortality." Rutheford Rane, MD




So another day and here we are my friends


This is my wish for you: 
Comfort on difficult days, 
Smiles when sadness intrudes, 
Rainbows to follow the clouds, 
Laughter to kiss your lips, 
Sunsets to warm your heart, 
Hugs when spirits sag, 
Beauty for your eyes to see, 
Friendships to brighten your being, 
Faith so that you can believe, 
Confidence for when you doubt, 
Courage to know yourself, 
Patience to accept the truth, 

Love to complete your life.”





by Lynnie Buttercup



Love Jen


Aug 11, 2010

Smile

A few days ago, someone commented that I rarely smile any more. By adding the words "any more" the person implied...no not implied, stated that I used to smile a lot more. I was thinking but I do smile, I do honest. I felt an urge to defend (what seemed like) the accusation. But I paused and I took a breath and thought on what had been said. I came back with YES I smile less. This led to my realization that I also laugh less, in fact its rare for me to laugh.

I was once always laughing and I loved life. Now, these days one day slips into another and nothing much happens in it apart from stress. My thoughts are dominated by worry, mostly about about what needs to be done. It's not surprising that the house renovations that should have taken a year are now into year 4 and it looks like it will be at least another year. Then, we will sell up and down size. This means I never actually got to enjoy the place as a home. What's to laugh about?

Of course there is more to the story. I don't intend to publish personal information, but the fact is, I need to remodel my whole life if I am to find laughter again.


Thank you Redhead Writer for your beautiful poem review "When You Are Old". It helped a lot, even though it brought tears to my eyes. Read it if you get the time here


Someone has offered to introduce me to and teach me to meditate. I am excited and believe if I am to find a way forward, I will find it inside me. First I need to find how to get inside me...I hope meditation will be my guide.

I must ensure I take up the offer and make time to do the work:

"An idea not coupled with action will never get any bigger than the brain cell it occupied."
Arnold Glasow

As a newish blogger who intended this blog to be about Time and space, about how things work and about the unusual...I am not getting very far but, there is always Time to cover everything...isn't there?

Thanks once again to the Redheadwriter and the beautiful Yeats poem and for now I leave you with this:

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. 
Jacques Prévert

and

If you want to be happy, be.  
Leo Tolstoy








Love from Jen

 

Aug 3, 2010

Back to that old subject: Life

A friend of a friend died last week. She was only in her early 50's. It all seemed so fast. It should make us question our lives, realize how quickly a life can be torn away, make us live life to the full...we should be following that popular little saying buzzing around: Live, Love, Laugh. But do we...nope we don't.

It's hard to break free of the chains that bind us, hard to switch our more or less automatic response to life and its issues. I want to think who cares about the ironing or the chores can wait but that goes against my whole upbringing. The idea that I am unable to do that makes me feel bitter and angry. Why was I and why are we taught to worry about the small stuff?


Perhaps my friends, friend would have given anything to live, perhaps she would never iron again, or clean up, or watch what she says or wears. We live, we die and in between we worry about our weight, our looks, money and status and yet none of this matters at the end. It cant come with us, and its meaningless without us.

I shall make a good effort to change some things and not let this oppotunity to review what is important slip by.