I’ve been thinking this week about writing a book. Well, compiling a book, actually.
I have written quite a LOT that I could happily transform into simple [mayBE, too, deLIGHTfull] little books.
Last year, my blog, 366 Daze of Grace, was done one-day-and-one-photograph-at-a-time, with the intention to make it into a perpetual calendar.
It occurs to me that this is perhaps the easiest and most fun way to DO writing a book. No grueling hours tearing at my hair in front of the blank screen, just one page a day. Simple. DOable. A pleasure.
I’ve been encouraged over the years to “write a book” so I’m in the process of sifting through my daily Gratitude Practise for DOing just that.
For me, books are NOT some Very Big Deal to entrust to some publisher to “like” and “choose” in order to share them BEyond the small pond in which I share them Now. They are a way to make a gift of what I totally enJOY DOing for others to enJOY as they may.
Although I have great respect and love for books and the written word, I haven’t got quite so much for the whole publishing rigmarole. It is enough for me to respond in the affirmative to my friends who have gently prodded me to DO a book.
As I continue to pare BElongings down, I’ve found myself happy enough with my Kindle and my Zune for keeping books at hand [and ear] without the “heft” of the “real thing.”
How nice then to make “my” books as accessible to others.
Comes in a gazillion
DeLIGHTfully Delicious Flavours
and a recent one from my Gratitude ...
Somedays I am quieter than others. Perhaps this is true for you as well. On these quiet days I am listening to something the daily noise of Life seems to drown out. It is the sound of Peace and Hope and, well, God…
While it seems many people talk with and to God, and many of those hear God talking to them, I sense something altogether different in the spaces BEtween the noise of Life and my connection with God.
I sense the Generosity of Life.
I sense the Possible woven in and through what so long I imagined IMPOSSIBLE.
I sense, too, how God has gently guided me toward what daily unfolds as my Life. Now.
In the noise of all that I felt was Lost, Deleted, and Forever Evaporated, I hardly thought about God. Or even Peace and Hope. I banged about and charged headlong into this then that, simply hoping against hope I’d find somewhere I fit and would BE welcomed, gladly, and generously…
This is NOT what happened. NOT even when I pretended with all that I had in me it was. As I tried to squeeze myself into spaces I’d BEcome stuck, never EVER ONCE thinking it was a gift I did NOT fit there…
In the quiet of realisation I found God.
I love you, Currie