How to add to your book collection
This post includes affiliate links. If you click, follow, and buy anything from this post, I will receive monetary compensation for it. Thank you for helping me pay my bills. Ever looked back at the month behind you and realize that you are way behind in doing things that you normally would do? Me, too. But, I mean, I feel like I have been on the moon because I haven’t posted in here in over a month. You guys must feel slighted. Well, before I get into the how to add to your book collection stuff, let me catch you
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Gee…It’s been almost a month since I posted. Most of you already know why, but for the rest of you, my husband passed away. It’s been a very strange 20 days since I last posted. Days filled with hospital runs, meals eaten without tasting, fake hope, and desperate tears that felt like acid as they ran from our eyes. But each day, I have my memories to keep me going. I have new hope, fresh food, and thoughts about my future (which seems a little faint at the moment). I know you all are feeling bittersweet for me. It’s awful
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What I have learned about the darkness
Facing our fear of the darkness Still reading a couple of good books. I always try to read in spurts and digest the consumed section. This is not news to anyone who reads non-fiction and how-to. You have to think about the writer’s words. Really ponder them. Eat those words, and experience them. Well, so, FEAR by Thich Nhat Hanh has such great things to share. He talks about how we are consumed with fear from the womb. We are safe within the confines of our watery cocoon. There is darkness, but we don’t mind. Once we are born, we
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Facing fear as a writer and if you should
I have begun reading a book by my favorite writer/speaker/teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, called “Fear”. Get yours by clicking the image The first thing it addresses, right in the introduction, is how we give into fear. Even when we are surrounded by the people who give us the most joy, we still have this feeling peering over our shoulders like a curious onlooker. We cannot escape the things that give us chills. They are always with us, in the background, waiting to jump out at us when we turn a corner. This is especially true, I think, for creatives. We
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