Here we are again
2020
It has been “a year” … a year of uncertainty, despair, hope, survival.
In three years the boys and I have moved three times. I have had a job for the last two years and I am happy there…working with the animals, getting by paycheck to paycheck…but making ends meet. We needed that. Especially these last four years when our whole country has been in such turmoil. Praying this month is a new beginning for our country…for our world.
And I write. Every day, even if it is just a few paragraphs or a chapter. I have now completed three books…dear Aerlinn’s Touch of Shadow may never be realized but he taught me how to write. Khyr’s The Call is still my heart, I’ll be going back in to edit that one next year. This year I completed the first book of Truian’s Cardreanys series, and I am almost half way through the second. Considering this year, I am not displeased with this.
Our home for this past year is near the coastal marsh and is a lovely, quiet little place. Close enough I can walk to my work, but set back from the busyness of everyday life. There is a park just up the road with a lovely view of the marsh, huge live oaks, and a little dock where we can stand and watch little crabs scuttling about their busy little lives, and small boats heading up the marsh channels out to the sea.
Our beloved African Grey parrot, Scooter, passed away from a massive heart attack quite unexpectedly this fall. My heart and my home have an empty place now. I miss her voice. Miss talking to her and singing to her, listening to her grumble till I brought her breakfast, hearing her whistle the theme from Pirates of the Caribbean, and watching her play ‘fight’ with the pup. We buried her at the edge of the park…where she can fly free and be the pirate she was meant to be.
We are down to just two dogs now… Nugget, our rescue from I-26 rush-hour traffic, and our rescue pup, Chewbacca…more commonly called Chewie…because he DID chew everything. Including eating my shoes and my glasses, lol. He is much better now that he is 2, but his common sense is still a little slow growing in, lol.
So it has been a long, difficult climb to this November…but looking forward, ever with hope, to the rest of this endless year….and a brighter tomorrow for us all.
Write on
We meet again, so much has changed. Yet much remains. All the kids have moved to their own lives, and yes, I still have my rescue pitbulls. I can’t imagine life without them. No horses here on the little island, but the pet store is here, and I am still there helping all the folks who have known me since I moved here take care of their pets and find new ones. If you must work…find something you love.
One thing I know never changes…my passion for the written word. The stories inside me demand to be told and I am privileged they entrust me with the lessons of their lives that they offer in the written word. I am working now on a proper query and synopsis for my drachen series. The first book is ready to find its way into the world and, hopefully, into readers’ hearts. There are more books yet to be written and I look forward to each and every one.
Today was another beautiful spring day in the Lowcountry. The old dog rolled in the grass and snoozed in the sunshine. The younger one romped and played chase with me, and did the agility course at the park over and over. Now they are snoring on the bed, content with their day. Sometimes we should all try to be like them…content and at peace with our life just as it is. Find the beauty in it, and breathe it in.
Moving Toward Spring
It’s a glorious sunny day in the Lowcountry. Dogs are basking in the sunshine. The bumblebees are busy buzzing about. Which is wonderful to see…guess my habitat areas I created for them last summer helped. Backyard needs mowed for the first time since November and, wouldn’t ya know it, no lawnmower. Looks like that stimulus check is going to need to help me find a nice secondhand rotary mower. Yes, the old-fashioned muscle powered mowing is still my preference. We don’t support fossil fuel use unless there is no choice. Someday I look forward to mankind outgrowing this and creating earth friendly systems for all our uses.
Today I celebrate the sunshine, birds with new nests, squirrels racing about in their springtime mating frenzy, dogs lounging in the sun, and the glorious return of bees to my backyard sanctuary. This afternoon I will carefully prune some of the longer grass and leave my clover and wild flowers to grow and spread. In the front flower bed I put in two new daylilies, the plan for this year being to add one or two new flowers each payday until the front bed is filled (it is completely barren…. apparently no one who lived here knew about shade-loving bushes and flowers. The daylilies are at the sunny end of the bed which is only a few feet across…but they will provide a wonderful spot of color surrounding the one small weeping lavender redbud I plan to add this spring, and slowly the shady end will be filled with hostas, a couple of hydrangeas in the semi-shaded area, and all the other shade plants I love and can’t wait to try.
Rejoice! Spring brings hope back to the Lowcountry. And it makes the heart smile.
oh lord, don’t let the rain come down…
No, no don’t the rain come down. My roof’s got a hole in it…and I might drown!
Love that song. It seems very apropos right now. It has been raining in the Lowcountry for a week. Last night and today, harder than ever. Now, this is the Lowcountry…as in LOW. Not far above sea-level and our water table is just a few feet underground. Nowhere really for a lot of water to run off to, so the ditches are full, the yards are full, the roads are underwater in a lot of places…yes we really do kayak to work sometimes down here.
Okay, I admit, I kinda love that part.
Still, walking to work tomorrow morning is going to be a soggy slog. I will have to backpack a change of pants, and shoes…not to mention it is cold right now. Cold and wet. Not going to be fun. The bright side? Spring greenery is getting a good start and, even more important to this sun-loving beach-baby, it isn’t snow! SCORE for the Lowcountry!
It does dampen my plans for landscaping and starting the garden this week. I will get the vegetables in as soon as this cold passes. Putting in mulch to plant flowerbeds will be delayed till things dry a bit… don’t want to think what a dump truck would do to the yard with it so squishy.
This house is just so old and sweet, but there is a total lack of ANY semblance of landscaping. My work is cut out for me. Starting small and working up to some major additions come fall. So I draw and redraw sketches noting where the sun hits at different times of the day, planning which plantings need protection from our brutal summer sun and heat, which delight in shade, which are sun-lovers like me. Where can my lemon tree go? My hydrangeas which have traveled with me through 5 moves thus far and keep making just.one.more.
They need afternoon shade.
Where to put my beloved sun happy daylilies is a challenge because I want them where people stopping by or driving past can enjoy their beauty and variety as much as I do, but the best place is in the backyard :S Working on a plan for the front though 😉 I think planning is sometimes half the fun of projects.
Next up? Planning and building a raku pit for my ceramics. Stay tuned. This is going to be fun!
Someone like you…
Glad to have YOU as a friend. This could be fun….
Finally Friday
And it is cold. By our LowCountry standards anyway, lol. A long, busy day at work taking care of the critters, and doing ‘house keeping’ (aka sweeping, mopping, cleaning) which proved to be very nice and quiet.
Home tonight, picking up, putting the last boxes of Christmas odds and ends in the attic and planning next week’s menus. Doesn’t that sound exciting? Do you plan your meals in advance? It is a skill I honed ages ago when we had 6 to 8 kids at a time at home, and meal were more than just cooking…they were an adventure. After my hubby passed away, the kids grew up, and life went crazy….planning became more difficult and less necessary. Now I am down to two and here come the plans once more. It makes me feel more in control and once COVID is less a constant spectre in our lives, I suspect the meal planning will become even more useful and doable.
Tonight I prepared the ‘salad’ for stuffing peppers tomorrow night. Lots of avocado, celery… sooo yummy and I get to use up my extra colorful bell peppers.
Meanwhile, in the midst of my clean up duties I noodled through how the ‘market’ system of my world works. Not being a great ‘money’ person– I believe all people have a right to have basic needs met, period — I wanted to steer clear of ‘money’ per se in creating my world. No system is perfect, but this is pulling together.
Finished a difficult scene tonight. Pleased with this one.
Also spun without looking doing my MMA workout this morning and now my knee hurts. I also got in over 8 miles of walking… so tomorrow I expect I will wear my knee support to work to give it a little help.
Hope y’all have a lovely weekend. Find something you love and do it. Be creative. Smile often. Enjoy!
Suddenly Sunday~
The new year…this new month just began and here I am enjoying my first SUNDAY of 2021! Sunday is my ‘usual’ day off work and I love it. Even now, when we cannot attend worship services in person, it is a day to rejoice and give thanks for being here another week.
Tonight my 11 year old little man made supper for the family: side salads, penne pasta with his own homemade alfredo sauce, and garlic breadsticks. I am so proud of him. Since he enjoys being allowed to plan and cook (he even did his own grocery shopping for the meal…except the salad, that is always here) I am encouraging him to cook once every week. Who knows, might have a future chef on my hands 😉
Also, because it is my day ‘off’, I got to write more than I can usually squeeze into the few hours after work. Finished a chapter in my WIP, and a scene for the next book. Both were hard to write, but should be powerful for the reader. As always, that is the goal…writing to make a memorable moment for the reader…as well as the characters.
In keeping with this new year, beginning work with my writing group on setting up monthly ‘goals’ to help each writer on the journey to accomplishing their individual writing goal for this year. It is a challenge. So any steps in any journey, but especially important for artists, of every kind, to have a guide toward how to accomplish them.
I am also realizing more and more that it would be useful in the personal growth department if I create monthly measures/steps to meet toward my goals in real life. This one will be much more difficult for me. I am not accustomed to having any actual ‘goals’ of my own. My life and every step in it has always been dedicated to my family. Now they are almost all grown, and my hubby is deceased, I am slowly trying to come to an understanding of what that means for me personally. What DO I want for myself? Do you have problems figuring out those things for yourself? If not, how did you learn to do it? It does not seem to come naturally to me. Then again, I never thought about it. What I needed or wanted as a child centered on what my younger siblings needed/wanted and how I could provide for them. Then I grew up and it was my family. This is a whole new adventure.
Stick around… it might be bumpy…but I suspect it will often be ridiculous, LOL. We can all use a good giggle now and again 😉
My first step? I am claiming my right as the now lone ‘head’ of this household to decide on the supper menu. I buy it. I cook it. I deserve some of the meals to simply be things I ‘want’ to cook. I abdicated that right when my hubby passed away and I was trying to make comfort meals for the family. Now they are accustomed to having the meals they like…and I never get to cook the things I like…or experiment with new dishes…something I love and they are terrified of, LOL. This may be a messy experiment, but it could also be very much a growth area…and a lot of fun. Since the little man cooked tonight… my experiment begins tomorrow. I am soooo excited.
This is what I am making tomorrow night:
Wish me luck!
The sun rises…and hope is reborn
Welcome 2021! 2020 was a descent into a madness this world has seldom known before. The heart and soul of our nation torn apart, a pandemic sweeping the globe, horrific loss in the extinction of species…a world clinging to tattered hopes and dreams.
On January 1st hope is reborn. Not that everything will suddenly be restored. A long road lies before us in the battle against this pandemic, and the war to save our planet. We can do it. Mankind is resilient, and mother nature has amazing restorative powers if we give her the chance to heal.
A lot of people begin the year with resolutions, I begin with introflection. Yesterday….January 1, 2021… I spent considering what I accomplished in the nightmare that went before, where I did not do enough, where I made progress, where I failed. Long story short… we survived. That is a beginning not to be taken lightly in these days to come.
I did the two small steps forward I demanded of myself before the year ended…a journey into self-care. I’m not very good at that. But for the beginning of this new year I tried to take better care of myself in very small steps. A 10 min morning stretch and yoga. (Sorry life…I’d love to have an hour but work schedules don’t allow that unless I get up at 4am…and that is NOT happening, lol). Better attention to topical hydration of my dry-my-whole-life skin. And a change in my evening workout. (This one is a not yet ‘solid’ goal…still struggling to find a workout that meets my needs…but at least I know I am on firm-footing since a nightly workout has been part of my life for a long time) And…a huge step for this life-long night owl…I went to bed before midnight!
Today I decide on another of the major centers of my life. What can I do to make positive progress toward my writing goals and…deep breath…publication? This will require some difficult, and painfully honest, consideration. I worked on it yesterday in my rather OCD way, by researching and brainstorming positive steps toward accomplishing that goal. Monthly goals instead of a single 12 month/365 day leap. Trying to find some objectivity…not an easy thing for any creative process…as to whether the goal is attainable or I need to accept my limitations and find a different ‘ending’ for my saga. I am not one to accept failure easily…this could take awhile. Hang in there. I’ve never liked the easy road to anywhere, when the road less taken brings me so much more joy in the journey.
And so today is the second day of our new and so much more hope-filled year. Last night the moon was big and full and bright with promise. Today the skies are grey and it is raining, but that is also a fresh beginning. Washing away the dust of the previous year, renewal comes once more.
I am so eager for the promises of this new year. Excited to begin again and find what lies ahead.
So happy we made it to this beginning of a new promise…welcome 2021!
Starry starry night
It is fall here in the South. Many of the leaves that will fall are already down thanks to the record breaking number of tropical storms and hurricanes this season. We haven’t been hit by even one good one, but all the fronts come on up our way and the winds have cleared the trees early.
The lawncare people continue to destroy all my attempts at making this house my ‘home’. I’m not much of an interior decorator… that isn’t where my heart lies. What I love is the yard, landscaping, trees, bushes, flowers, gardening. The lawncare people have mowed down my knee high + hydrangeas (bushes!) and this week they took my front flower bed all the way to bare DIRT with their weed whackers.
Ferns, hostas, daylilies, astilbe… all gone. I can’t begin to understand why anyone would mow down an edged flower bed. Guess I will put up signs till they figure it out.
Next week is my grandson Cedric’s birthday. Hoping to put the finishing touches on his birthday present tomorrow and mail it Monday. He is an amazing little man, smart, creative, and just a beautiful human being.
For now, another long day at work ended with a slow, barefoot stroll home under a wondrous star-flung sky on a pleasantly warm and gentle night. I am blessed beyond measure.
Embrace the magic of each new day. It is irreplaceable.
Pamela C Reese 