Torrential Rains

Torrents of water were rushing beside the marble curb. Lightening flashed in the distance and the ‘ostello’ operator told me there was no point in going outside.

Here, in Matera, storms this strong only lasted twenty minutes, so I waited. Stormwater drains aren’t a thing here. The roads are designed to direct water downhill to some undisclosed destination, taking the refuse with it.

Obediently, I waited. The storm let up long enough for me to walk to a restaurant. Fortunately for me, because the ostello had no source of food.

Then, quite politely, it resumed its downpour while I was in the restaurant, letting up again for my walk home. I am grateful for the coincidence that allowed me to walk to and from the restaurant with very little rain, even if it poured otherwise for a few hours. ūüôā


Nod from the Universe

So, I’ve started to post again. For the longest time, when I wrote I would sell books. It seemed that simple and then it stopped.

I always write. It is almost a compulsion. I don’t feel satisfaction unless I write for at least an hour. Last night, away from my journals and my computer, I felt like writing and did so on my phone.

In a good month, I’ll sell ten books. The first was published in 2011 and the second a year or so later, followed by updates and edits, so I lost track of the final publication date.

I posted here and immediately sold five books. OK, I get it. Writing is not enough. I need to publish. I don’t claim to know how this all works, but I can observe a pattern. A clear pattern. Publish and you will sell books. Got it.


I Thought I’d Better Write

It almost feels selfish, which is strange. But truth is, writing is good for business, literally in the moment

I already spoke about writing increasing book sales. Yesterday I sat down in the morning. I had so much food left over from the family visit there was no need to go to the market. No market, no coffee shop. No way of knowing if anyone would be there anyhow. 

So I wrote instead. I actually don’t know how long I wrote for. After a large chunk of time I received an email saying my stats were booming. Immediate feedback. I am grateful for it. It reminds me of the importance of making time for creativity. 

Of course, I also sold books. 



One of the tenets of coaching is that whatever brings you joy and satisfaction, should be brought into your life.

As parents we sometimes forget that our love of activities is one of the things we have in common with our children.  One dance, the five of us joined in, Jimmy Buffet, I believe, was a cherished memory for years. 

Truth is I just had enough strength to support all of the bodies hanging on me during that dance and from then on they were all going to be heavier (children have been known to grow!), so I knew I couldn’t do it again. But I digress. 

When we start to connect to the flow of who we are and what we desire, those around us benefit as well. Being happy is a great role model, if it is genuine. 


It’s Life

I was having a conversation with my daughter, as mothers do, and I asked her about her experiences of flow. IMG_7241

My life, I explained, was built under the assumption that there was a path to stability all laid out. Allegedly, the stability brought on happiness, because you have nothing to worry about.

Unfortunately, for many of us, this has meant unrealized potential, lost opportunities and unfulfilled dreams. I found myself lost for a while. But as align myself with flow, I can see that I could change my circumstance by starting a new career.

I’m, of course, in the midst of that, but I’m trying to understand how to explain it.¬†She said, “It’s life”. She has come to expect that her life will be easy and by tuning into her intuition, it has, for the most part.

So this first part here is to start paying attention to the sensations in your body. It might require you to sit still and just focus on feedback you are receiving. Noticing these changes as emotions come and go helps to recognize how you actually feel, which may not be the way you were taught to learn about things.

This is an important difference. We were taught what “success” was and it took me becoming an adult to realize that it is not necessarily the road to happiness. I have coached many, many, uber successful people who were anything BUT happy.

I teach them to tap into their intuition, seek guidance from their own knowing. It is important to pay attention to how your body reacts to situations and choices. In general, if you feel an opening and relaxation feeling that is a yes. Contraction is a no. It is that simple once you are paying attention.

It is a new way to steer the ship, but you’d be amazed at the results. I’ve eliminated a huge amount of bad energy from my life and it feels like¬†my life¬†is expanding.


The Queue

It became essential that I finally look up the spelling of “queue”. I finally learned how to spell it without spell check kicking in,  which is more than I can say for “soliloquy”. I promised myself if I spelled that wrong I wouldn’t have corrected it. It sounds self congratulatory to point that out. But, I digress. IMG_6685

I recognize I don’t choose the topics, but that they originate in our lives in how we spend our days. Once a topic is in queue I must write about it even if I would never consider letting anyone else read it. It must be written or it jams up the queue.

Nasygrams, spiteful thoughts and politics….because I can’t write about politics without the risk of losing my job. I hope I haven’t said too much in a blog, but it is not in a political context. I could argue that.

I would prefer to use my writing time on things I can publish. I made the political party aware that I had taken a hit to run for them and they won’t answer my calls. I’m done.

My newspaper full of topics I can’t write about, my emails and email address have all been cancelled. I told the party myself that I was not going to continue to pursue trying to get my letter banning me from engaging in politics rescinded. After the party bunted the responsibility for my letter back to the public service I thought, “Seriously?”

I enjoy writing. Why not enjoy the fruits of it, even if it comes down to the number of likes? At least I know people are reading it and I hope it brings benefits to them.

My hope is by redirecting my time to other priorities and mostly eliminating politics from my life, other things, things I can publish, will populate the queue.


Unstructured Thought

I haven’t been posting because my writing , as of late, goes more and more to the book.


That green at the top is what is left of the first candle.

Talk about being in the queue. I have 95% of a book in my mind and I need to type all of it into book form. So that’s what I’ve been doing.

I have a link, from my other website, that says, let me know when your book is done. Every time I get one of those emails I know someone needs me to get this into a format someone else can access.

Woke to two this morning and realized the emails have been steady since I put up the request form.

But, I still need unstructured time. I can come here and do very little other than muse about every little thing in my surroundings. It feels good.

I know I’m in the flow because I can feel it and it actually shows up in increased web traffic and book sales.

Also, it is a new post leading the pack. It was the same post, Discourage, that has tens of thousands of hits and will go viral randomly on Facebook for a while.

I get the same response on Reddit, but it’s not sustained in the same way , so it could be a bump in the numbers of any single post.

This time it is a three part series with the first doing the best and it tapers off with the third part getting the least, as expected. It is, “Why were you with a narcissist?” Feels good.

I have a turkey dinner ready, so I’m going to eat.