Beautiful Agony

The title of my novel :: I hope to submit at least 50 pages for consideration by a few publishers. Hopefully someone I know will know someone and show up on the scene. haha if you think that happens. Anyway, I'm in the middle of Sue Monk Kidd's novel, written actually by both she and her daughter. This novel is so well written. Both of them are marvelously skillful in turning their insides out for us to cipher for ourselves. Coming to know her Jungian application of her life's insights the reader comes to identify and define herself based on a similar set of archetypes. I, as reader, marked my own life according the phases of the archtype of Mary, mother. And I would stop there, and just say, mother. The inward journies of the two women who travel together, while they make emotional contact in the beauty of what they see and what it means, made for a deeply satisfying read.

While all of women will, I think, experience all of these archetypes sooner or later, I would not have known them in the way I know them now, if it weren't for Sue and Ann Kidd's attunement to what went forth before them. Beginning with the symbolism of iconic images as they toured, they took the psychological dive into metaphors and found themselves faced with the human fears few of us desire to wrestle with. Only halfway through Traveling with Pomegranates and I am awed by the threads Su and Ann weave in their proactive work to dig for the bones and put themselves together. Seems akin to our thought of "reinvention."

Sue's link of death to life's exercises in loss, that end up as loss of "self", made me feel as it did Sue, a bit more embracing of the concept of death. Going fighting and screaming will be difficult I suppose, but  none the less, all will go. After her visit to the island of the Gavilry and the tumulus, she sealed in her mind the connection that letting go of this place would take one into the womb. Womb to tomb, she said. I've heard it before, that phrase. She wasn't sure she made it up.

When a writer can change your life, your outlook, your belief in yourself (from beat to conqueror) then that writer is a wordsmith and a phsychologist, an artist, and an accomplice to your self in changing what you know and believe, perhaps even, in co-creating a new reality that you can live with for awhile.

Larrain's Photograhy

This is a new photo album I am posting on Picasa for my friends and for my followers on Swamp Marsh Journal to see. This is a reflection of what I see on a daily basis. I am so blessed.                            Just click on the photo here to see the album!

I wrote an entry. Is this some entry eating machine? It wants another!

Read the above.

in reference to: http://spotted.blufftontoday.com/photos/index.php?id=1728148 (view on Google Sidewiki)

Farmers Market May 15 2010

A delightfufl spring day, early at about 10:30 and 11:00 a.m. Pleasantness was palpable among those who strolled and shopped and sat and snacked, in the shaded park on Ribault Road in Port Royal. Always colorful, a farmer's market draws a sweet crowd of people. I was excited to see a couple fellows who were handsomely weathered in their straw hats, and through their hands they transferred along the love that went into growing those fuits and vegetables the customers bought. Otis Draiser brought bright red tomatos and I bought 4 looking forward to some soft white bread (I like Sunbeam, or Wonderbread) and some salt and pepper, for a sliced tomato sandwich. Southern Living ain't got nothin' on us Southerners. We don't tell them about the good stuff. (Think, Moonpies) Enjoy the day with me through my photos of the Farmers Market in Port Royal, SC.

in reference to: http://spotted.blufftontoday.com/photos/index.php?id=1728148 (view on Google Sidewiki)

Taking responsiblity: confession of a toxic procrastinator

Ah, finally some breathing room. There is no excuse not to do all the things I have in the past procrastinated from doing. I am dealing with procrastination as an old friend who needs to go now. She has been a drain on me. I have to recognize her for who she is and give her the boot, so to speak.

It has taken me two years of living in the ditches that I have dug as a result of procrastination. I know it is a toxic level of procrastination, because it made me sick. I could think of 7 to 11 ;-) things I NEEDED to, SHOULD do, and the more of them I thought of, the sicker I got. I felt overwhelmed. I felt like i was inside of a big math problem, boxed inside the problem, and I couldn't figure the way out. So things just piled up around me.

After allowing myself to feel the weight of the results of my decisions, I finally came around. I made a positive move, one I dreamed of and I believe was fulfilled through my faith, and took hold of my environs. Am I completely cured of procrastination? No. I have my moments when decisions overwhelm me again. But there are ways to cope and conquer this feelings.

JUST GET UP & DO SOMETHING

1. There is always of trail of "things" wherever I have been!  I can follow the trail, pick things up, and deposit them in proper places.
2. If there ARE no proper places, then one must be made.
3. There should be nothing on the floor but the carpet and rugs. Take care of that.
4. Kitchen should ALWAYS be clean. Clean all dishes throughout the day. Keep countertops clean.
5. It is good to have a "made bed."  Change sheets at least once per week. It's wonderful & keeps the bedbugs from sleeping with you. Air your bed and pillows as often as possible.
6. Organization should be apparent, even to me! LOL
7. Don't take yourself seriously. But remember that your life is a valuable gift & you deserve to live the richness of it and all the tasks that are part of enjoying it.
8. Find or create a place to "chillax" with a glass of Arizona pomegranite green tea.

Chalk on the Walk Link

This shows my work on this day as a high schooll art teacher. We enjoyed participating together in this even, and learned a great deal.

http://spotted.blufftontoday.com/photos/index.php?id=1710198&page=1

Beaufort woman gets stuck in mud | islandpacket.com

After my "pluff mud" story, and knowing I'm hoping to get my own
kayak this week, this is more than a little bit interesting!! LOL

Beaufort woman gets stuck in mud islandpacket.com