I’ve been putting this off for a bit… ok, since I published my novella in 2017. The thought of doing an in-person book reading(s)/signing(s) terrified me. I self-published this book. I was the writer, editor, proof-reader, and I designed the jacket. This is my third book. My most important one. I decided to do a book read for the first time, on Anchor.
I’m loving recording my podcasts, and thought, well, why not? If not here, now, then when?
Join me on my journey! I will be posting (also here on WP) for the next 36 days, reading 36 sections in my novella; in case you find an episode title (section) of the book that might catch your attention.
Thanks in advance for stopping by folks!
To listen to my first episode ‘Outcast’, click here!
Well, we all make mistakes right? When I record my podcast episodes on Anchor, I try to record only once. So, that accomplishes a few things: I get to be as authentic as possible – no script; I am able to feel relaxed, and under no pressure; I have a lot of freedom to say what I want/and/or need to say; and lastly, I hope to goodness I sound ok in the end! So, that being said, I correct myself in the description for my O’vehlu podcast, ‘I made a mistake’ episode. I could’ve redone it. But, I was outside, the crickets yammering away, and the near full blood moon, almost full… in two days. I was under a dark sky, with tons of smattering of stars, and the cat just hanging out, as if he were listening intently to every word, so no, I wasn’t going to re-record!
Here’s the pic of this amazing full moon event, with so many other planetary aspects going on at the same time.
Apparently, there’s tons going on astrologically, but really, I think A LOT goes on all the time. Have you ever imagined what it would be like to spin around in freezing space, with tons of debris, moons, planets, exploding stars, black holes, dark energy, etc., in chaotic, sporadic, devastating speeds?
I prefer watching the moon, in my very small corner of my New Mexico, and just enjoy what happens in the space of seconds… I’ll leave it here!
Well… to be honest, there is no art to feeling peace. I do need to mention though that there appears to be an art to everything in life. There is a grace that humans possess, that we seem to have forgotten. I bought this amazing piece of art on wood, from a local vendor. I try to buy local as much as possible; this piece, as is the case with most of the items the seller carries in their small outdoor shop. Regardless of where it came from.
I feel like peace is something that is likened to a wisp of smoke, or fog on a rainy day. It can be fleeting, but can permeate our entire being given the chance. Inviting peace is like inviting a person over for dinner, or drinks, or whatever. Peace can be a very welcome guest; friendly, endearing, fun, happy, exciting, chill, and very much full of grace.
How long we choose to keep this guest over and in our midst, is our choice. Peace isn’t complicated. It’s not even misunderstood. It’s quite simple. As I compare it to a guest, I imagine the perfect room or space it will occupy. Will it have it’s own wing of my house? Should I dare to think it would like room service? Or, that I can expect it to mingle when it wants? Does it need its own space? What will my guest – PEACE need? OR do I need it, more than it needs me?
Mother Mary, might say, ‘It’s silly to overthink it – peace will always be welcome as long as you make room for it’. I agree.
Yikes… A Saturday full of weirdness. Add that to emotional growth and healing and you have a bruised heart. Maybe a mind too? I very rarely write in color. Today seems to be one of those days that you simply don’t know if you’re up, down, sideways, or laid out.
Bandaged, but not damaged.
I can’t seem to stress enough to my ego – you don’t control.
… Anything. Every breath I take isn’t mine. It’s oxygen every living energetic particle/molecule breathes. It’s the earth telling us, ‘yes, you can be here. I will breathe with you’. I’m honored to be a part of that process. To be able to live, because I can breathe. Yet, life is in, and of itself, a painful process. But God/universe/spirit/higher power, etc., has a sense of humor.
There are appears to be a fire burning in the small village where I live. It seems to have burned homes around us. I heard sirens, but it didn’t occur to me that me and my family could be burned up in an odd freak inferno, to be continued…
As I sit here writing this. It’s like, ‘well, ok, another problem on my list’. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of not having lived my purpose. My path. I think I’ll just end it here in case I need to quickly pack my animals and family and drive off into the sunset.
This post is dedicated to my brother Reve. I miss you little brother. R.I.P.: 8/28/2010.
Today, 3/27/’21, I’m thinking about my brother – he would have turned 43 today. 🎉🥳🤗♈💞.
Things I learned from my younger and only brother:
Don’t be stupid
Don’t judge other people
Don’t turn someone away; especially if you’re the only one that can help them
It’s ok to talk about the bad shit
It’s okay to speak your mind; just be decent about it.
Pray more, worry less
Listen to music
Dance to music
Sing a song, even if it’s off-key
Spend time in nature
Love on your animals
Be kind, don’t be blind
Wear sunglasses that protect you from the blinding sun, but that also look cool
Do things that feel good, but don’t harm yourself or others
Don’t do drugs
Say no when you want to/or should
Live your life your way
Laugh, laugh harder
Love yourself FIRST 🙏🏼
♈ is the first sign of the zodiac. Both of us are Ariens… He was the kinder one! I learned so much from him. There’s so much more I could list here. But for now, these things live in my heart, and Reve, you will always live in my heart.
Thanks for stopping by! May your day be sweet, safe, happy, and strong! Many blessings 🙏🏼 – Sandi
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.” ― Khalil Gibran