Reader Contribution - Sujatha Hampton told me that she had been struggling to get traction and find her zone with her second novel (first novel, “As It Was Written”, is an awesome read). She said that she is filled with fear and apprehension as she faced the task and struggled to find the courage to push on. She doesn’t check her horoscope regularly, but decided randomly to check it out this morning….
Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 23)- You’ll act in spite of your fear,
or perhaps because of it, by hurling headlong into the very
thing that causes you anxiety. You’ll prove to yourself that
there is nothing you can’t do.
She got a little chill down her spine at the message that seemed to be just for her, although she was well aware that horoscopes are designed for that very reason. Therefore, as she wasn’t convinced that it was anything special, she chuckled at the coincidence and moved on. She would need one more tap on the shoulder to believe that the “powers that be“ were indeed urging her on towards her goal. That tap came moments later. As she fed her daughter breakfast, her eyes settle on one comic strip, and one comic strip only.
Two squirrels BONK a dog, who is sitting below them, on the head with a nut. The dog yells up to the mischievous pair “don’t you two have anything better to do?”.
One squirrel turns to the other and says “I could finish my novel”.
This message stunned her to the core and clinched it for her. I’m happy to tell you that Sujatha is now deep into her second novel and loving every minute of it! My goofy dog Scout says “Write, write, write! We await the finished product!”.
Thanks Sujatha for your uncanny story!!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
He taketh away, but he also giveth...
Background - My youngest wasn't feelin so hot so we ran out to the Minute Clinic to see what was up. We had some time while the flu test was "cooking" and the nurse got to telling me her story. Fifteen years ago she tragically lost her second child, a little girl, at just seven weeks old. The baby had a devastating genetic disorder that the doctors said was "incompatible with life". That did little to soothe this poor womans broken heart as she had just lost a child that she had become very bonded to. She and her husband decided that they couldn't take the heart ache, or the risk of having anymore children and settled on loving and raising the son they already had.
As seems to be the case when you vow your done having kids, she got pregnant shortly thereafter.
S.C.O.U.T. - Her second son was born one year later. He came eight weeks early and was born... on her daughters birthday!!
Here it was fifteen years later and she told the story as if it had happened yesterday. She kept saying to me "don't you think that's weird? I mean seriously, how weird is that timing? Do you think that's weird?"
Clearly I see the significance of that timing as I have an entire blog about it! My goofy dog Scout was even chilled by this one.
As seems to be the case when you vow your done having kids, she got pregnant shortly thereafter.
S.C.O.U.T. - Her second son was born one year later. He came eight weeks early and was born... on her daughters birthday!!
Here it was fifteen years later and she told the story as if it had happened yesterday. She kept saying to me "don't you think that's weird? I mean seriously, how weird is that timing? Do you think that's weird?"
Clearly I see the significance of that timing as I have an entire blog about it! My goofy dog Scout was even chilled by this one.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
May 31, 2010 (Memorial Day) - A mega mansion for Gwen!
Background - I was running on the treadmill in an attempt to get ahead of all of the barbque I was planning to eat, and the TODAY show was running a story on the real estate market in Las Vegas (this is a big day for running). Apparently there is a glut of mega mansions on the market because the owners have gone bankrupt. The agents have come up with a “gimmick” to try and sell some of these estates by flying potential clients into Las Vegas on private jets, then picking them up at the airport in luxury limosines and comfortably carting them around for a mansion tour. What’s not to like?!!
I couldn’t actually hear the report because the treadmill was too loud, but was able to piece together enough from the bottom tag lines to understand what was going on. They profiled an older woman that they had flown in from California and who was apparently a “tire empire” heiress - possibly Goodyear? Although, by the looks of her lifestyle she’d had much more than just a good year. I found myself thinking “boy, would I like to be her for a day!”
S.C.O.U.T. - I finished my run, slowed the treadmill to a walk and finished watching the report. I could see that this woman was particularly happy with one of the properties she had been shown because her and the real estate agent were all smiles. I turned off the treadmill and just as it went silent I was able to hear the very last line of the report,
“The real estate agent was very happy, and so was Gwen!”
I got that shiver down my spine when I heard my name end the report. Uncanny! I mean really, how many Gwen’s do you know?! I don’t see myself moving to Las Vegas to live in a mega mansion anytime soon, but maybe God, the universe and the “powers that be” were reminding me that anything’s possible! My goofy dog Scout says “forget it. Its way too hot and dry to live in Las Vegas. I’m a WATER dog remember?” We both know he hates the water, so give me a break will ya?
I couldn’t actually hear the report because the treadmill was too loud, but was able to piece together enough from the bottom tag lines to understand what was going on. They profiled an older woman that they had flown in from California and who was apparently a “tire empire” heiress - possibly Goodyear? Although, by the looks of her lifestyle she’d had much more than just a good year. I found myself thinking “boy, would I like to be her for a day!”
S.C.O.U.T. - I finished my run, slowed the treadmill to a walk and finished watching the report. I could see that this woman was particularly happy with one of the properties she had been shown because her and the real estate agent were all smiles. I turned off the treadmill and just as it went silent I was able to hear the very last line of the report,
“The real estate agent was very happy, and so was Gwen!”
I got that shiver down my spine when I heard my name end the report. Uncanny! I mean really, how many Gwen’s do you know?! I don’t see myself moving to Las Vegas to live in a mega mansion anytime soon, but maybe God, the universe and the “powers that be” were reminding me that anything’s possible! My goofy dog Scout says “forget it. Its way too hot and dry to live in Las Vegas. I’m a WATER dog remember?” We both know he hates the water, so give me a break will ya?
Sunday, February 6, 2011
May 24, 2010 - Grant me "3" wishes!
Background - It’s a well known fact, and even a point of amusement, in our household that I love the number “3“. I look for, and find “3’s” everywhere. You see them too, you just may not know it. “3’s” appear in every facet of our lives; mind/body/spirit, morning/noon/night, past/present/future; there are “3” little pigs, Goldilocks came upon “3” bears, and Genie’s grant “3” wishes; Hollywood stars are thought to die in groups of “3” (this has been proven to be a persistent myth - it must be the power of “3” at work!); we count to “3” to start, and get “3” strikes before we’re out; you’ll find the “3” sides of a triangle throughout architecture - it’s the strongest shape; in history the Pythagoreans considered “3” the first real number, and the number “3” is everywhere through-out religion. I could go on and on, but I’ll spare you because I know you too are now seeing “3’s” everywhere.
S.C.O.U.T. - I was having a tough time with a project I’m working on and ask for some kind of a sign that I was on the right path. Something that would prove so obvious that it would be undeniable to me.
That night I sat abruptly up in bed and realized that I was suddenly awake. Wide awake. It took me a minute to get my bearings and then I did what I always do when I wake up and its dark out, checked the clock. The cable box across the room shone bright orange displaying the time so it was easy to see. The time was 3:33. Three, “3’s“. Simply uncanny, and given my love of the number “3“, absolutely undeniable.
Post Script - A few weeks later I was watching a hokie sci-fi movie called “The Fourth Kind” about alien abduction. All of the abductees are taken from their beds at exactly 3:33 in the morning. I’m almost positive that I haven’t been abducted by aliens, although both my husband and my goofy dog Scout swear it would explain a lot. Those two are just a laugh riot, aren’t they?
S.C.O.U.T. - I was having a tough time with a project I’m working on and ask for some kind of a sign that I was on the right path. Something that would prove so obvious that it would be undeniable to me.
That night I sat abruptly up in bed and realized that I was suddenly awake. Wide awake. It took me a minute to get my bearings and then I did what I always do when I wake up and its dark out, checked the clock. The cable box across the room shone bright orange displaying the time so it was easy to see. The time was 3:33. Three, “3’s“. Simply uncanny, and given my love of the number “3“, absolutely undeniable.
Post Script - A few weeks later I was watching a hokie sci-fi movie called “The Fourth Kind” about alien abduction. All of the abductees are taken from their beds at exactly 3:33 in the morning. I’m almost positive that I haven’t been abducted by aliens, although both my husband and my goofy dog Scout swear it would explain a lot. Those two are just a laugh riot, aren’t they?
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