Keep at it

Critics make or break

conformity seems the rule

don’t give up your dream!

https://www.thereadingroom.com/article/10-bestsellers-that-were-initially-rejected/1094?trr_article_source=popular-posts-module

Writing 101 Day Eleven Home

Although not my home until 12 years past twelve years old, this home holds much of my heart. When I walked into it, I knew we were supposed to live there. There have been only two times in my life when I’ve felt that strong sense of pull towards a place. Didn’t think much about logistics. Didn’t know if we could even afford it. We were not sure we would even get a chance to see it as the realtor who listed it had a contingency on it for a family member. She did not want it shown. It was an old farm house built in the 19th century. Bull’s eye molding, painted white, around all the entryways to each room. There were two rooms that were my home within this home. A small den off the dining room. Yes, it did have 1970’s inspired olive green shag carpeting. But what I loved most about it was the coziness of this 8 by 10 foot room. The exterior wall had built in bookshelves, wall to wall. I thought it was palatial.  I could not believe we were actually able to buy it. It was ours!

The next room I loved was the kitchen. Another built in, this was the original cupboard to the farmhouse kitchen. Beautiful glass doors to the upper part of the cupboard. An Old Flour Bin, that hinged and was lined so that 25 pounds or so of flour could be stored there. A side porch off the kitchen, where a raccoon once attacked the screen on a big back window and decided to stroll on in and check things out.

Still newly wed, we sustained the loss of my husband’s sister in the shelter of that sturdy old house. We brought our babies home to that house and watched them each sit up, say their first words, and take their first franken-like steps in that space.

When we no longer fit in it, toys and trappings of young children crowding that space we decided to find bigger quarters. A creature who loves the safety and comforts of home, I struggled, and could barely say goodbye to it.

I find myself, all these years later, in the safety and comfort of the second space I longed to make my home.  Every days it is a blessing to look out the window and to give thanks for this space. The space that our children have now all left, but that belongs to us and that I hope is a welcome harbor to them and their families when they visit.

I’m grateful for the ability to write this. It has afforded me the opportunity to properly giving thanks for that old home. A family was created there. I became a mother there. Some of my happiest memories took place there. It is forever a part of my heart.

Three Things Thursday, March 19

This past week, it was a joyful thing to see one of the students I have been working with complete her journey.  We have been friends, I have been her mentor, and she is now “officially” my colleague.

I facilitate a peer learning group and several of my colleagues expressed thanks for a resource I  adapted, created and shared with them.  Being appreciated is a nice thing.

A book I’ve been waiting for from the library became available. I can imagine that for some people these things may seem like the compilation of a boring, seemingly uneventful life, but they bring me joy. I love to read and I like to help. 092

Three Things Thursday March 12 Edition

This is the third week I’ve participated in Three Things Thursday, thanks to http://nerdinthebrain.com/three-things-thursday/

I’m grateful for the opportunity to do this each week. It makes me think about the highlights of my week and the things I am grateful for. So this week I’m grateful for warmer weather. Spring is making an appearance and the weather has been much kinder than the past three months. So happy to not be wearing my winter coat and so amazed at how warm 55 degrees feels in March compared to how it feels in October.

I’m grateful for coming home earlier in the week to find the new Erik Larsen book Dead Wake waiting in my mailbox.   http://www.npr.org/books/titles/390474945/dead-wake-the-last-crossing-of-the-lusitania

It was a gift, from my dear husband!  Several things to be grateful/thankful for. I’m grateful that there was a present in the mail. This is something that doesn’t happen every day.

I’m grateful also to those of you who read my blog, who like a post, who pass my blog along to others by reblogging, sharing, or adding me to your blogroll.  Thanks for stopping by.