- bask in the freedom of a lazy Saturday or Sunday (if you can);
- embark on long contemplations about those loved ones who have inspired you.
I've been scrutinizing my motivations for writing novel # 2. It's about "an ordinary woman from Cape Breton, who, for a brief moment in time, believed she was meant for an extraordinary life".
I believe we're all guilty, at one time or another, of wasting precious time on the ordinary when we could be living extraordinary, and that doesn't have to mean living an ECTOPLASM OF HYSTERIA...
...it can simply mean looking at what others may think is ordinary and seeing the absolute beauty and extraordinary in it. Every day, the extraordinary is all around us -- disguised as ordinary. When we take time to notice it, ordinary begins to shine, sprouts wings and launch into the air, radiating energy and joy with each flap. Miracles happen.
This was the gift I received from my parents and one I offer freely to you.
In honour of this gift from my parents I wrote to one of my extraordinary friends to remind her of that extraordinariness:
Dear Beloved Friend,
Of course next summer would be wonderful, but if we went twenty or thirty years without seeing one another, our bond of friendship would still not retire in my heart.
And we will again sit together sipping wine on a lazy afternoon (where I promise there will be no flying monsters) wearing orange pants and solving the world's then unanswered philosophical questions. We will talk about your children's children and what wonderful and meaningful life paths they have chosen.
How liberating those days of orange pants (and, in my case, the leapard tights) were for me. I will never forget those days... They may have been brief, but they were (don't mind the cliche) they were golden. These deep friendships are dear in this life.
Thank you for your e-mail [name withheld]. I hope that besides the extra pounds (which, btw, I've also packed on since I quit smoking) you are well. Besides, in my heart, you are as radiant and as beautiful as ever!!
As for me, it was a challenging winter - I felt overwhelmed much of the time and also missed my Mom who passed away last summer. I also found myself squaring off with that Scorpion rising in me which you so perceptively identified. Another dear friend who you met I think, Stephanie (a Sun Scorpio) sent me a newsletter that said everything we're repressing and refusing to express is seeping through the floor boards of consciousness and that we're bound to be more beastly than princely during these times. That's Scorpio for you!
There's a quote by Goethe that I love and for some reason, I'm thinking of it today as I write to you, because it highlights the power of magic present in these times, across oceans, as providence moves to bring us together, simply because we both believe in the bold genius, power & magic of our dream to reunite:
"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I send you all my love. I hope you are feeling immense joy in the company of your beautiful family.
Wishing you all the magic the other side can muster....Dina