Category Archives: Inspiration

Attacks of Brilliance are Exhilarating

Have you ever had an attack of Brilliant Thought?  You know it happens so rarely. I mean it may not be rare at all it just seems such a unique experience. And seems to happen spontaneously.

Brilliant

I mean you cannot say to someone, ‘Watch me be Brilliant.’  It just happens.  Then of course it could be that it is not at all Brilliant except in my mind.  You know that whole bit about perception.

But this is how easy it is.  As I sat this morning, moments ago actually, I was listening in the back ground to the music of Gerald Raphael Finzi (1901-1956) British composer, courtesy of Chris White at The 1951 Rolling Review while reading a Poem by Robbie

And the words just popped into my mind.  I found Robbie through Sue Vincent at her blog ( my newest addiction).  Any way as I wrote a comment to Robbie I thought ‘Brilliant’.

SUCCESS DEPENDS LESS ON INTELLIGENCE AND MORE ON PERSEVERANCE OF THOUGHT.

Wow.  Well a Wow moment for me.  I mean I could write for a year on those words alone.  However I have a personal task, a Beta reading I am doing for my author friend in Cuenca Ecuador Joss Burnel on her newest book.  Sunday past I sat to begin reading and suddenly it is Wednesday.  So the next few hours will be dedicated to this fascinating tale.

I just had to take time to declare a moment of Brilliance.  Hmm perhaps they are rare.

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The Wall

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I look at a board on a wall in front of my writing desk.   It is a point of inspiration and love.

Photos, notes, reminders.

The earliest photo is from the 1930’s.  My great-grandmother (Orphan Annie) and my great-grandfather James who died in 1940.

A newspaper clipping and photo of my paternal grandparents 50th wedding anniversary in 1973.  Photo of a dear cousin and her husband, both gone now much much too early.  And my parents gone in 1980’s.  A photocopy of my father’s army application filled out on a Friday the 13th in 1942 at the age of 17.

So many dead and gone. BUT interspersed throughout the board, the Living. Sons, grandsons, siblings, in-laws, and another dear cousin who is my mini me.

Life and lives.  Memories made and being made.  A wedding invitation for September 2017 of a dear nephew and his bride to be.

I love my wall.  I love the reminders of all whose paths transverse mine.

My Gratitude Wall.

This is just the starting point.  There are not enough walls to hold the photos of those who have gone, and those who live who warm my heart and spirit.

I am Blessed.

How J.B. Fletcher survived multiple shocks but was taken down by a table, a rug, and her very own lunch.

 

Once upon a time in a land far away lived a lovely lady, who had three very lovely girls, all of them …oh wait! Wrong story line.

Once upon a time in a land far away lived a lovely lady. She and I started our blogs years ago about the same time. I remember messaging her about widgets, something she had conquered and something I have long ago forgotten about.

The land far away is New Zealand and her philosophy and classy ways attracted me right from the start. She has been more dedicated about her blog, ‘I choose how I will spend the rest of my life’ than I, and we have continued our friendship over the years and miles.  Through thick and thin, of which there has been a lot.

Some of what she has survived, with great style I might add:  the sale of her home, a fire in a storage unit, a trip alone to Europe, a broken leg, the loss of a dear love, a head injury (which took months) and now another fracture.

She is a life coach who lives what she preaches, except she is not preachy of course, but maintains a positive outlook. She sets an example of a life well lived.

A few years ago I had commented that to me she seemed a lot like the character JB Fletcher on Murder She Wrote.  Style, beauty, common sense.

Anyway, on her blog you will read about her latest adventure caused by lunch no less.  It seems there was a fall, in a chair, the leg of which had been attacked by a rug posing as No Threat.  This had followed a previous number of earthquake shocks which were unsettling but survivable for her.

I think in addition to Angela Lansbury she reminds me of Reba McIntyre who sang, ‘I’m a Survivor.”

So keep on keeping on my friend. Get well, and continue to inspire! And a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS  from Canada