Good days

I don't know whether I remember having faced a really, really awful day during the last few years. It's as though the gods are being kind to me.

If it's true what they say, namely that 'thoughts make things' = the law of attraction, I have made some good things of late. Can't take all the credit though, I've had help. I am such a happily married woman I have to pinch myself sometimes. And I suppose loving and being loved is a hell of good way to having 'good' thoughts.

Also, I've become a grandmother. Well, not yesterday, but very recently. My daughter's daughter was born in April 2010 and my son's daughter in July of the same year. So they are quite 'new' and, of course, another source for loving.

Curious, it seems even more important - and has a greater 'pay back' as it were - to love than to be loved. Even though the latter definitely is delicious.

I thought somebody has to write a happy blog. There is just too much of the depressing kind all over the place.

At first I feared that being happy stifles creativity, especially poetry. But not so. I suppose it just changes the themes - besides, there is enough difficult stuff in one's life to remember, as long as we don't dwell on it. You can make yourself a victim of your own too beloved memories of misery and pain. Let it go. It's done. Write a poem and turn the leaf.

Anyway, today I have had one of my poems accepted for publication some time next year by the rather wonderful poetry review "Verse Wisconsin", and "Barefoot Review" has today published my poem "Meningioma".

I am about to figure out where my third novel will lead me, and in a couple of weeks we'll celebrate Christmas on the beach, here in Peru. It's alright. I'll get my snow another time.

Be well, be happy, forgive and laugh a lot.

Though I leave you with a happy picture: