And I feel that it is a pretty good description of the meaning of REJOICE. But my question to you is what does REJOICE mean to you?
To me the feelings and images that appear in my head circle around the Holidays; but for some reason it fits and it doesn’t fit at the same time. To me it feels a bit fake, and then I see dark green holly mixed with the red berries of the season.
And then the feelings of fake suddenly disappear as I feel something new. I REJOICE for there is a new story brewing. Where is this wreath ? Why is it hanging there? Who put it in that particular space?
is for OPEN and for everyone it means something different. For me in this time and place it means an open door, an open box and other paths to follow.
I like this door. The door is old and chipped but at the same time I feel there is love behind it and in the room. It is weather beaten and it has seen hard times. And I believe that represents life. Life as we know is not easy. There is no magic path to follow to obtain what we want. Life is full of chipped paint and scratches. It is the rough coarse polished concrete floor. But among all of the scrapes, gauges, and discolorations there is a bright yellow that shines through; and to me that gives me hope that there is something to focus on.
OPEN is an open box and ironically I work with a lot of open boxes. Big boxes, little boxes, some are oblong and some are custom in that they have a shape all of their own. What is in that box? Who knows and I like getting mysterious boxes to OPEN and discover the mysteries that are hidden within. But now I feel that I have to get out of that OPEN box and out the OPEN door to see what is out there.
But and yes there is a but. That is what I am struggling with. Life is hard, it is a challenge; do I want to step out of my OPEN box through the OPEN door? I am scared yes I am scared, but there is that yellow that continues to shine through and bring me hope. That yellow that persists and remains bright even amidst the weathering and scarring that threatens to over come its message of hope.
So OPEN the door, OPEN the window and give yourself a chance to experience life. I know I need to; I will be right there with bitten fingers and me shaking in my shoes.
is for NOVEL. I know this is something that I have wanted to do for a long time. That is write a NOVEL. I have always had a dream that I could see a story a tale of mine on the New York best sellers list. Is that possible ? Sure with a lot of work, with well drawn out characters that tell a story is read by many people.
But then I start thinking; will it make me happy or is this what I want to do. And then the next letter comes into play and I write little blurbs, snitches and dangling characters that are given a life of their own here in Merystia. I think that is the NOVEL that I want to write. I have a space for those characters. They can come here and be part of me and the pages of a blog which will eventually become a NOVEL.
Every November I take the plunge like so many others; and we try to write that NOVEL in a month. I enjoy it and it will be a part of me for a long time. Some day that book and that world that I have been working on will come together and formulate into something. I am not sure what will eventually come out of it; But I love the process and the tangents that have evolved out of the sprints have been fun.
I read NOVELS, high fantasy, epic adventures, Young Adult, urban fantasy, and others if they catch my interest. I even read the “free” ebooks that are dreadful and in need of a serious editor. But at the same time I am cringing through the grammar mistakes and the protagonist that is Godlike and can not be hurt, I keep saying to myself that they are a lesson to myself on how NOT to write.
So the big question is What is your NOVEL and will you let it be free?
& are for LOVE and MOTHER; and this is appropriate on this day. I love my mother, she is always there for me even when I make stupid decisions. She is there for me to cry on her shoulder, she never assumes, she loves me unconditionally; and she is always there to push me to into the right direction. I LOVE my MOTHER and cherish her deeply. I know I am not always the best at writing, calling her on the phone, and texting. But my Mother is always there and always will be there.
A few years ago my family and I went on a Mexican adventure to a resort an hour away from Cancun.
And it was a week of gorging on food, soaking up the sun and swimming while the rest of my world was covered in snow. (And yes it was a heavier than normal snow fall that year)
My MOTHER is a traveler and adventurer; she loves to go see new places, try new ideas and just see what is out there. I went on an adventure with my MOTHER to visit the ruins of Tulum.
My MOTHER and I share a fierce LOVE to see new sights, climb to new places and just try to experience as much as we can together. I wish I could do more with her and see all the places that she has been.
Though I do have to giggle; and my MOTHER will do things that I would not expect her to do; she did not have any desire to climb down to the beach. It was a 100 foot climb down to the shore on a wooden stone stairway that shook with the numbers of people climbing up and down.
is forKEFIRandKOMBUCHA . I started my journey along the fermented road a few years ago. I was not a fan of yogurt; I ate it but meh; and back to start of my journey; I ate some chicken one night (yeah I did it to myself) and you know what happened afterwords. I had a horrid case of food poisoning. I called out of work and I am not known for doing that. I can count on one hand the number of times that I have stayed home.
I was so miserable that I didn’t even realize that my phone was on silent and yeah it exploded when I did eventually emerge pale and still feeling yucky. I ate an entire pint of vanilla yogurt and honestly that was the only thing that stayed in my system. So that began my love affair with vanilla yogurt.
Zip to the future: Last year on my birthday my best friend Jeff from my Navy days and Guam sent me aKEFIRculture and a book Cultured Food for Life by Donna Schwenk who is also the creator of the Cultured Food Life website. Thank you Donna!!! And thus my journey of KEFIR and KOMBUCHAbegan.
I received this package in the mail. It literally was a box with a glass jar with milk and a culture inside. I made the mistake of opening it before reading the instructions: there might be some pressure build up and to be careful upon opening. And yeah KEFIR literally exploded into my life. KEFIR cultures are odd looking. The best description that I have found and agree with is they look like a head of cauliflower. My batch is rather vigorous and very hungry. (I have had to prune them back several times lol) They love their diet of whole milk. The end product resembles a liquid form of yogurt which you can add fresh fruit and other flavors. I love mixing it with honey, oatmeal, and chia seeds, which then thickens into a breakfast pudding overnight.
I will say honestly I am still in the experimental phase of KOMBUCHA. I am not a fan of vinegar and if you let the brew go for too long; it tends to add a rather tart, tangy flavor to the tea. The KOMBUCHA journey started with a bottle of raw unflavored organic KOMBUCHA and a glass jar from the thrift store. I have since graduated to a gallon pickle jar which is working out better overall. (I am so glad the pickles are now gone!!! No more pickles for me for a long time!) So far my favorite favors tend to lean towards the bubbles and the soda like textures of ginger and cranberry.
Have you experimented with either KEFIRor KOMBUCHA ? Tell me below I would love to read your responses.
are GHOSTS. Everyone has them. Everyone has seen the ragged screaming female GHOST who leaves a chill, as she dives through her victim in her rage and despair. But I do not believe that all GHOSTS are vengeful, or are locked in a screaming fit. I think there are GHOSTS who are trapped and simply want to move on to the next plane or level of existence.
I think that we all have them. They are as quick as that flicker that I catch out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and there is nothing but my cat Pixie giving herself a bath on the end of my bed. And then I see a red flash of flame and whoosh!!! I am transported to a certain alley!
Yeah I did wander off on to a tangent, but in a sense I haven’t veered that far from GHOSTS . After all this certain alley is about a school that is loaded with GHOSTS and lots of other things, magic, and events that go bump in the night. Yes there is a scary element to GHOSTS but I like to think of them as a being who see the world in a different way. They are the veil to somewhere else, a guide through that gate to another world or existence.
What do you think about GHOSTS ? And where have they taken you?
And he grew . His flights were stronger, and in a blink there were more little sparkles to chase. He dashed through the clouds racing and twirling. A trail of dust and twinkles trailed behind. He soared and twisted among the stars.