People often ask me what it’s like to get the very first copy of a new book.
I will first apologize to parents because I know the delivery of a book is nothing like the delivery of a baby. Absent any children of my own, my books do feel as if they are my children. I want them. I conceive them. I care and nurture and protect them for months and months. And then – it is delivered.
It is a simple pleasure. There’s nothing complex about it. All the effort, investment, countless re-works, drafts, edits, are suddenly ALL worth it. And this is something of what I am experiencing as I am telling you that I’ve had my Eighth BOOK – LIVE WITH INTENTION – delivered through the doula-like assistance of Red Wheel•Weiser•Conari Press. And the thrill I experienced on number 8 is no less than what I experienced on number 1. I love them all but just as some parents might be willing to confess, it’s hard not to have a favorite. And this newest may very well prove to be my favorite.
So, I’m passing around metaphorical cigars and saying, “Look. AH. Look at my baby. It’s brand spankin’ new.”
to see. This morning I promised myself to live the entire day from my heart. To quote writer Kathleen Gallagher Everett, “BE KIND – NO EXCEPTIONS” was the motto for this Monday.
Live the entire day from my heart.
So, as I pulled into my studio parking lot, I was surprised to NOTICE that the pothole that had been filled in weeks ago was filled in the shape of…a heart. Once we allow our vision to be open…we suddenly SEE what has always been in front of us, yet unseen.
What will you allow yourself to see today?
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At a time when memories are made by gathering around a bountiful table…there are some chairs which will be empty this year. One such chair was left empty by a large soul: Hugh Prather. This holiday I will come to the table, already FULL~ of thanks for his life and that we got to share his joy for so very long.
Hugh Prather – January 23, 1938 – November 15, 2010
for many nights i told myself the night sky was
especially bright because of the coming cold.
now i know it is because he who was beloved
by many has walked on -
the stars shine
as he takes his place
For the bounty of gracious and kind memories – we are grateful for our friends who
are here in memory.