Counting Your Blessings


Last year, I shared about my gratitude journal and how I count my blessings (at least five, sometimes more) before I go to sleep. It reminded me of this song from the movie, White Christmas. So I shared the song, too, but it was on the Friday after Thanksgiving, and maybe you were busy with after-Thanksgiving activities.

I thought I’d share the song again. ‘Cause I just love this song.

I don’t love journaling so much. I know I call my notebook a “gratitude journal”, but it’s more like a collection of lists. I’m a professional when it comes to making lists. Wherever I am, I pull out my gratitude notebook and list away.  And most nights, I drift off pretty peacefully.

So after the cleaning and the dusting, the chopping and the stuffing, the baking and the cooking, I hope you’ll have a quiet moment for counting your blessings. Even if it’s the last thing you do before you close your eyes on Thanksgiving night:

If you’re worried and you can’t sleep. Count your blessings instead of sheep. And you’ll fall asleep, counting your blessings.


Friday’s Fun Find: Omaze and STAR WARS!

Blog_Banner_StarWars_B-03I’m just gonna say it: I love Harrison Ford. I loved the first Star Wars because of Han Solo. I watched that movie multiple times, multiple times, sitting through all the space and fantasy story, just for those scenes when my hero, Han Solo/Harrison Ford, made an appearance. So when I saw him on this omaze video, naturally I had to watch.

Multiple times.

Isn’t it nice when your heroes use their powers for good?

I wasn’t familiar with omaze, but then I found out how they work, supporting amazing causes where folks could contribute and possibly win a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Well. All I can say is I almost love them as much as Harrison Ford.

A Gift Idea For the Writer

Have you ever noticed that the writing process includes a ton of road metaphors?

While writing my last post for The Muffin, I literally came up with a dozen phrases I could’ve used. It was a good reminder for me, that writing is a journey. Sometimes, yes, it can be a short little trip from idea to words on a page to publication. But more often, it takes time to produce, to polish, to sell.

2015-11-07 12.11.47Lots of time. Lots of words. And in this world of hurry-up and multi-tasking, time is something of a premium. Still, if you want premium publication, I think you have to be prepared to put in the time, and to give yourself time. It can take a while, The Publication Path, First to Last Draft, as my friend and author, Heather Montgomery shared at a recent writer’s workshop.

Maybe this holiday season, you can give yourself the gift of time: time to think, time to write, and time to appreciate the journey. Because as the song goes, “the road is long, with many a winding turn, that leads us to who knows where. Who knows where?”

But when you get there, oh, boy. It’s worth it. (Just ask any writer.)

Synchronicity and a Song and Mom

Back in the day, way back in the day, I read The Celestine Prophecy, a sort of New Age-y, spiritual journey novel that enjoyed serious best-seller status.

To be honest, I don’t remember much about the story. What I remember is the concept of synchronicity, the belief that coincidences have a meaning for those who experience them. The thing is, I’ve always ascribed to Albert Einstein’s theory, that “coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” I woke up thinking about both synchronicity and Einstein’s quote and so I’ll share my story and you can let me know what you think.

On Monday night, in my daily phone call to Dad, he mentioned a song that he’d been thinking of lately. He couldn’t remember all the words and so he asked the woman who leads his bible study if she knew the song. She did; it’s a beautiful, old Christian tune and Dad sang to me a bit of the chorus, the part of the song he remembered. “You won’t know it, of course.” But he croaked out a couple lines, anyway, “And He walks with me, and He talks with me.” And I smiled, because I do know that song and I picked up the chorus: “And He tells me I am His own.”

Dad was surprised that I knew it, but he was even more surprised how I knew it: Mom used to sing that song. Not in recent years, but when I was a child.

I have few memories of my years in Texas; we moved to Georgia when I was seven. But I can see my mom, standing at the sink at our house in Arlington, washing dishes. And I hear that song.

I have not thought of that song in years. Years and years and years. But I thanked Dad for sharing with me, because it was a gift to remember Mom singing that song. And he thanked me, because he always loves hearing memories of Mom. “Perhaps your mother wanted us to hear that song,” he said.

Maybe, I thought. So I searched for the song and gave a listen to all the words. It really is a lovely song. And that might have been the end of it if I hadn’t been watching The Voice last night when Emily Ann Roberts sang In the Garden in the Live Playoffs:

Well, you don’t have to knock me over the head with it, Mom. I got the message.

So tell me, what do you think of synchronicity and coincidences? Writers are always chastised for including coincidences in a story, that real life doesn’t happen that way. But I think it’s just the opposite, that weird things happen all the time, events that defy logic or explanation.

Truth really is stranger than fiction.

Jersey Boys and Writing Stuff

Juniorette Hall and I took each other to Jersey Boys for our birthday and for once, nobody told me (or her) to shut up during the singing parts. It. Was. Heaven. So then the sweetest daughter in the whole wide world bought me the CD. Possibly because she received a gift certificate to a shoe store so that she could buy new boots.

Whatever. The point is, Jersey Boys came to the house and I cranked the music up and wrote my latest blog post for The Muffin. Or tried to write my blog post (entitled, coincidentally, Oh What A Post!). I hope you’ll give it a read and answer my burning question. I’ll even provide a little music to read by (from Jersey Boys, the movie, because who doesn’t love a little Christopher Walken, singing and dancing?):