I was walking my dog, Bonnie, through the local park the other morning and we went past a stand of large pine trees. My eyes lit up when scattered underneath were some ripe pinecones, dry and open, perfect for winter fires. Growing up in a small rural town and spending a lot (I mean a lot–sorry, ma) of time on my grandparent’s farm came racing back. These small precious gifts from the pine tree were just part and parcel of farm life, as we were sent out in the summer with sacks to gather as many as we could, like little squirrels. Storing up pinecones or chopping firewood for winter was just part of the mindset when living off the land, along with baling hay for animals, or preserving fruit for dessert. So seizing the opportunity, I raced back home to grab a sack and then Bonnie and I returned to fill it up; the pinecones are now stored in the woodshed out the back.
Being a city dweller as a grown-up, I miss these rituals and the accomplishment you feel that you have prepared for winter, or the other seasons. I’ve tried in a small way to do this with some bottling but can’t say I’m 100% successful as it’s a tricky process, in my opinion. So, this winter when I light the fire, I’m going to look at those pinecones and pat myself on the back for being prepared and using nature’s gifts.
Have a great day,
Got my first tattoo in my 40s, and I didn’t get to pick the design :-(
My inspiration for book one started with a small dot. A simple tattoo that sits in the middle of my chest…it has two matching friends; they live under each armpit.
I’ve never been particularly drawn to getting a tattoo, but after having no choice, I decided to get a fourth, one of my choosing. The small colorful Lotus blossom adorns my inner arm, just below my elbow. It’s discrete, but I know it’s there and it faces me when I look at it…because it’s my tattoo, for me to see.
That small dot gave me the idea for my first piece of writing. What if a character who also has this same dot, tried on a beautifully stunning designer top, but that dot was on display? Drawn to the dot, she wouldn’t see how beautiful she looks in it. So her journey would be to see the top, and not the dot.
Should I try? Well if I don’t I’ll never know.
Reading has been my great love since I was a pre-teen. Nancy Drew, Famous Five and Hardy Boys were my first, then along came puberty and Sweet Valley High! After following the series of the twins, I fell head-long for Romance, and haven’t looked back.
Joining the workforce at eighteen, I cultured a dream to be the one creating the world’s inside books. It was in my back pocket like a calling card. When asked, I would pull it out and say “I’d really rather be a novelist”. But behind this saying, I had no belief I would ever do this, and the belief was so far below zero, that it never occurred to me to try.
Now we fast forward thirty years. Yes! Thirty years! (Please, if you want to write – don’t wait this long 🕚❤️📝)
Life threw me like a ninja, on my backside. Flat on my back, I started to re-evaluate. Taking time, I thought about the things I’d like to do, or try, and writing was at the top of the list. Once I opened to the possibility, God, the Universe, the Stars✨, they all aligned and things started to happen.
Now, my journey has begun.