Vonnegut's message (above) covers a lot.
It's true, writers can be a neurotic lot!
Fortunately, I belong to an exceptional (read: kickass) group of writers, the Wired Monks. Sharing struggles and celebrating victories with writers who make tough decisions every day in order that they can pursue an artistic path makes me a smidgen less neurotic.
I also grew up believing in magic and in impossible dreams coming true.
Today, I'd like to thank one person who made that happen:
He nurtured my belief in magic in myriad ways, not least of which included bringing an actual magician to the house. While Mom kept us 'on the straight and narrow' and infected me with the traditional concept of education (she taught in a one-room school!) - Dad expanded that concept. He believed there was real learning to be done outside the classroom walls. Dad may not have read that many books, but he sure could read magic in the sky.
And boy, could he weave those tall tales!
Our final communication left me with a deeper grasp of that magic and the understanding that our love was far greater than physical death.
"To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with" (Twain)
At the end of our lives, when our hamster jig is up & we exit the stage most of us leave only memories to remember us by...
Who are you going to make these memories with?
How do you want your loved ones to remember you?
When you've answered that question, try simply living that way today.
In honour of my Papape, I will too.
For more inspiration on living the life you were meant to live consider Alan Watt's question: "What if Money Were No Object?"
I believe today is a great day to start!
Daddy's little girl forever,