Sunday Scribblings ... #157 CELEBRATE

Sunday Scribblings has done it again ... a prompt so in tune ... 'CELEBRATE.'

The girls ask "what do you have in your life to celebrate" ... my one word reply ...


EVERYTHING!


Hope you're life is as excellent as mine!

Write on Wednesday ... OK it's Friday ... again!

Becca @ Write on Wednesday asks::
So, how about you? How does writing fit into your daily life? What’s your ideal time to write, and why? Do you “write on schedule” or “when the spirit moves you”?

Well I'm consistent aren't I? Here it is Friday evening again ... it's all part of my in built procrastination.

As I've said before ... well you've read all that ... the absotively same applies!

See you next week!

Sunday Scribblings #99 - PASSION ...

I'll be bright, be brief, be gone for this one ...

PASSION ????

As I've said a kazillion times before, life is my passion.

Living this long, with the intention of living a lot longer, marvelling at my achievments, escapades, conquests and survival is my concept of passion. I have great passion for many.

No craving passion out of reach ... I create my passion.

Being is my passion ... says it all doesn't it?

I've been Tagged ...

My Mate, Myrtle Beach Whale, tagged me - the rules are ...

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
DONE

2. A. Share 5 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog;

I make people laugh & try to see the funny side of everything.
I don't tolerate fools.
I'm caffeine, wheat, gluten, dairy, night shade, nicotine, free.
I was radio "star" in the 70s.
I grew up when I reached 50.

B. Share the 5 top places on your “want to see or want to see again” list;

New York - anywhere in the US - oh OK, all of it.
Ireland.
To get lost in the brocante's of France.
China.
New Zealand.

C. Share 5 things you never pictured being in your future when you were 25 years old.

A Widow.
Computerised.
Inner peace & contentment.
To blow out the candles on my 100 year birthday cake!
Graduating with a Sociology degree.

3. Tag a minimum of 5, maximum of 10 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.

Gill
UL
Imelda
Liza
Paris Parfait
Paisley
Barbara

4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.The tagees have a choice of which they want to do.

You know how over the top I am, I did the lot ... briefly, OK?

Writers Island "TREASURE"

Did you hear the one about the two old fellas … ???

One asked “Why do you call your wife Treasure?”

The other replied “Because people keep asking me where I dug her up!”

…….Waaaaaaaaaaa … isn’t that such a bad joke but it was the first thing that flashed into my mind when I saw the prompt.

On a serious note … and again according to the trusty Macquarie lexicon …

treasure – 1. wealth or riches stored accumulated, esp. in the form of precious metals or money. 2. anything or person greatly valued or highly prized. 3. to regard as precious; prized; cherish.

The last one got me!

To me the precious, prized and cherished things begin with life.

After decades of not getting it then - to wake up before it was too late is fundamental. To realise how precious life is with the jolt that it’s not dress rehearsal but the real thing, that we only get one chance (that we know of in the here and now) is the ultimate treasure.

Welllll … that is, with the exception of my girls. Words will never describe the love I have for these two! Loving them differently is … I’m sure they get it!

My beautiful tortie Blossom, the very few people I allow in to this cherished life, the collections ranging from gorgeous books, kitschy snow scenes, to cupboards of lavish fabrics and sewing notions, glass buttons, boxes of powder compacts, beautiful tortoiseshell trinkets and curios, more books, my family history, invaluable ephemera, plus more secluded sentimentality ... these are all part of me … they are all part of this life I treasure!

How fortunate I am!

read the thoughts of others on the Island - here

Life is just a bowl of cherries ...

Life is just a bowl of cherries ... till someone gives you the pip.

Rudy Valee first recorded it in 1931 - then many more singers after ...

#76 Sunday Scribblings - WRITING.

Mmmm, what comes up when I think writing? Feelings of frustration at the time I’ve wasted, cheesed off at myself for not having used the talent I’ve been told I have and as I ponder the opportunities I’ve let pass by I could raise a high pitched scream at the amount of research, creative writing classes and writing groups to which I’ve belonged benefits of which I’ve not fully utilized. The genuine desire to further hone my writing skill remains, as yet, unfulfilled. Around me oodles of writing as therapy await editing for publication where insights that no doubt will enthral a reader amount’s to reams of paper filed as, works in progress. Frustrated isn’t a sufficient analysis … nah, angry is what I should be.

But without giving myself a really hard time, that’s me, the perpetual procrastinator. I dabble. My ever-growing folder of published works somehow grows. I contribute to a monthly column, deadline a quarterly submission plus keep my blog alive but the dreaded memoir, nothing! Gutsy writing required … not happening!

Initially rehashing the past was too distressing. Most of it I’d forgotten. Locked in a place in the deep dark regions of my mind, safe where no-one, especially me, could be harmed or tempted anymore. Being an avid scribe whether in diaries or brightly coloured spiral bound books with practically nothing barred, re-reading became too confronting, too hard, too destructive. These cathartic tomes saved my sanity. Re-reading, re-living, much of which made me predominantly sad, did my head in, who was that person?

I’m undisciplined. No way do I have time to live the writer’s life, to set aside a certain time to compose. My chosen serene, satisfied, reclusive, less ordered life gets in the way. The lack of a set routine inhibits any writing commitment. Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Excuses of enjoying life, exploring other creative pursuits, being undisciplined, sound familiar … Ah Ha … now, as I write the questions arise … could it simply be I’m still not ready to face that glorious, herendous, outrageous, tumultuous past?

Sunday Scribblings #72 Goosebumps.

Mmmmm here's some things that give me Goosebumps ?

Old photo's.
MJ.
Inspiration.
Satisfaction.
Babies.
Dee.
Old songs.
Fingernails on a chalkboard.
Tales of personal achievement.
Collecting.
Beating the odds.
Blossom.
Stories people tell of loved ones.
Surprises.
Oversingers
When I feel someone watching.
Survivors.
Sensing someone or something nearby.
Winning.
A slight breeze.
The unexpected.
Feeling I've been there before.
Vibrant colour.
Metal on metal.
Good news.
The screech of brakes.
A surprise.
When Australia wins - anything.
Happiness.
A parade.
Memories.
... I've got goosebumps right now!