Welcome 2019!

Happy New Year!

May 2019 shine bright for you.

To welcome in the New Year, I’ve made my own little decoration. The other week I did some marbling with my niece and so decided to use that as a background for 2019. A little bit of fun! Let the adventure begin…

This year, I’ve come up with my usual word to guide me through the year. The word for 2019 is Adventure. I’m sure there are many adventures ahead for me this year, which I hope to embrace with confidence, curiosity and an open mind.

I’m excited with the adventures that have already begun, and those that are continuing in to the New Year. Who knows what unexpected ones will start, and I look forward to them. I’m putting on my adventurer’s hat, and heading off into the unknown of the new year of 2019!

Lilliana

Snatching Time to Write

Sometimes when and where I write isn’t planned. Today, I did my usual writing (which was actually editing today), then while at the shopping centre I went and did a few jobs. During this time, bubs well asleep. A deep sleep. One which I was very reluctant to wake him from, even though by this time I was more than ready to go home, and I was tired and not at all inspired to write.

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I listened to my gut, which was to go sit at another café, and to write. I’m glad I did. Because even though I was tired, I managed to write quite a bit. A lot actually. So it was a very satisfying session as I hadn’t planned writing this book today. And I wasn’t visited by the muse. It was all about me using the time that unexpectedly came available.

writing inspiration at the beachWhen I got home, I decided some fresh air was in order, so I got bubs back in the pram, Kimba on the lead and off we went to walk along the beach. During this time my mind started composing an abstract I had worked on at the first café. Suddenly my thoughts were ordered. So I sat on a bench and wrote them in my phone capturing the essence. Was this the muse? Maybe or maybe not. I think it was more to do that I had worked on the abstract this morning and so it was in the forefront of my mind. Then while walking, my subconscious pushed forward the suggestions I needed.

So for a day which was going to be a bit unproductive writing wise, turned out to be very successful. Only because I was open to snatching time to write. This is the writer’s journey, going with the unexpected.

Lilliana

Blessed

This morning when writing in a café I was interrupted by a lady. Nothing unusual for that to happen to me. I give off some vibe, or I’m like a light to moths, and people come to talk to me when I’m writing in cafés.

What was different about today was, that bubs wasn’t happy to be in his pram, so he was in my arms. It had been an effort to get out of the house, into the car, and to the café. But I had persisted. Left my phone behind which always causes me to feel naked. Also left one of the notebooks I wanted to write in at home. But I had made it to the café, the computer was open, and while not ideal I could sort of type one handed while holding bubs. What was really happening was that bubs was getting cuddles, and nothing was getting written. At least I could have my thinking time and ponder on what I wanted to write (which was a middle grade book, based on a story idea I had written about 7 years ago, so there was plenty to ponder).

Then when I was rocking gently side to side, cuddling bubs, staring at my screen, my mind deep in the world I wanted to create, an elderly lady came up to me. She said, ‘Bless you.’

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I smiled. It’s a good thing to say to someone, right? Even if not religious. Then she repeated her blessing. ‘Bless you both.’

I responded with ‘thanks’. Then she said I’d made her day seeing us there.

She asked what his name was and thought Shephard was a lovely name. It connected deeply to her, and justified her actions in coming to bless us both. She told me we had made her day by seeing us.

It’s interesting the symbolic world that we live in. Shephard has a religious connotation (not at all why I choose this name for him) along with the lady’s action of blessing me. Something deeper here was going on perhaps. Either way it was a lovely interaction with a stranger.

Then she said it was lovely to meet us, and went on her way. All of us, her and me and bubs, with much lighter hearts as we continued the day.

(And do you know what I kid you not, as I write this and post it we’ve just received another blessing, this time from an elderly man. The angels are with us today.)

Lilliana

Replenishing my Stock

When going to get a new notebook the other day I discovered that I didn’t have many left. Well, actually I only had one. This is so not like me. Usually I have too many, to the point I begin to wonder if I will get around to using them in this lifetime and I need to stop myself from buying more.

It feels great to have filled so many notebooks with my creative writing. I felt even better having an excuse to go to the shops and buy more. And I can’t wait to fill them with words.

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Forward Intuition

At the start of the year, when I was meandering though the sales I decided to buy a new quilt cover for winter. This very ordinary purchase was driven by my intuition. I know this because logically I could’ve made do with the quilt cover I had, it was only a few years old, and nothing wrong with it. So with a tempting discount on the price, I decided to once and for all to clear away the old and bring in the new. At the time it was all very straight forward, and a forgettable event.

Until now.

I’ve just put my winter quilt on my bed with the new cover.

Straight away I felt uplifted and happy.

It was as if my January-self knew that my June-self was going to be in need of a ‘pick-me-up’ and had arranged this to happen through the purchase of a cheap, ordinary quilt.

Forward intuition on my behalf.

And a message from my January-self?

To consider symbology, the quilt has butterflies on it. With a newborn baby, my life has been transformed and is taking on a new set of wings. And I’m now in a one cycle in numerology terms. New beginnings are starting and its apt the butterfly is here to remind me of this.

All thanks to my January-self finding her intuition and buying a new quilt cover (while ignoring the logical reasoning not to).

I look forward to seeing more forward intuition in my life!

Lilliana

Doing it Differently

I don’t normally stick notes or anything into my journals. I might it if is a travel journal, but I don’t for my everyday journaling. For some reason I simply write by hand.

But this time I’ve decided to do things differently. Maybe it is the style of this new journal, full of inspirational quotes at the bottom of the pages? Or the colourful inspiring cover, and occasional internal pages which seem to call my muse to me.

Either way, I’ve started by sticking in a number of fun quotes that I’ve collected from fortune cookies. But there’s more to the story. I’ve had these fortune cookies when going out with my very close writing friends. When we have our catch up over Thai food and talk all things writing and life. And with one friend now moved away, these quotes remind me that I am supported on my writing journey, and that we had some fun evenings together. They are more than just quotes from fortune cookies. They are little gateways into my recent memories, and so they now have a special place at the start of my new journal.

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Look within ~ there is something beautiful, something sacred inside you, a space full of infinite wisdom

One Blanket Finished

This particular crochet baby blanket has had a bit of a journey in its creation. I started out using star stitch but struggled to keep the rows the same length. While the stitching looked great, the blanket was slowly getting narrow which really was no good.

Determined to get it right and learn how to do the stitch I frogged it for the wonky rows and gave it another go. The second time around I was a little better – but only for a few rows before I once again dropped a stitch at the end of each row.unravelled yarn

Why couldn’t I get this?

I re-watched the YouTube video, found a few more to try and help learn how to do the star stitch. I just couldn’t get it right. Then I decided this particular stitch was simply too hard for me right now. I finished off the row I was working on, folded the blanket in half and cringed at how narrow it was becoming. project gone wrong

For a moment I thought I could do a fancy edging to hide the mistake. That could have worked. But it wasn’t satisfying for me. I’d know the blanket wasn’t finished correctly, and while I had done my best I really felt I could do better. This blanket simply didn’t meet the personal standard I set for myself.

I had tried. I had frogged it, twice. Then re-watched videos but it wasn’t coming together. So I decided I needed to use a different stitch and/or pattern, something that was more suitable to my skill level. I had no idea what that was.

I posted on FB, my friends thought don’t worry, do a fancy border. But it wasn’t good enough for me.

So I put a post on a crocheting group asking for suggestions how I could use this yarn to make a baby blanket – one that was easy!

The responses were to try courner2corner (C2C) pattern; it was quick and easy. I searched YouTube, found a great video or two which explained the pattern well, and I started again, with the same yarn and a slightly bigger hook.

And the result was much better. I have a baby blanket that keeps its shape, it was quick and easy, and much more enjoyable for me to stitch. And I completed the blanket well before baby’s due date.

None of this process, or hours and hours of work are seen in the final product. And it’s very likely I’ll soon forget how I had to problem solve, persist, and practise to finish this creative project.

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Sometimes it’s more about me and how I can adapt to a current project. When to persist, but also when to realise that maybe there’s another approach to be taken – one that’s easier and less stressful, but just as satisfying when the project is finally completed. And I can say, the blanket is finished to the best of my current ability. I can tackle harder projects once I’ve practised some more.

 

What projects have you started which have taken unexpected turns but still results in being finished? Please share in the comments below.

 

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Last Page

There’s only a few pages left in my beautiful journal, and I know that it is time for its use to come to an end.

This writing session will be the last time I write in this journal. This is the book I use to do my personal journaling in over the last few years, and it holds a lot of thoughts, emotions, and memories of times which have been happy, fun, and also difficult. The pages have been a good friend, a comfort, and a mirror.

It’s finally come time, after starting this notebook late November 2016 for it to be filled with my thoughts and words, to let them go, close the door on the past, and get ready for fresh pages to fill with my words.

While writing in this journal has been a joy with it’s thicker paper that soaks up the ink from my fountain pen, and an inspiration with its stunning cover, it’s time to move on. It is time to find another notebook to use as a comfort, mirror and friend for the months ahead.

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Half-Way

I’ve been sneaking times to write here and there, by hand in my golden journal. It doesn’t feel like I’ve been writing much and that progress has been slow as I flit between a number of projects.

Today I turned the page of my notebook and realised I was half-way though!

It’s a physical sign of the writing I’d been doing.

I could actually see the progress even though it didn’t feel like it. Sometimes I have the same journal for months, especially if I’m not doing much writing by hand. It was a good pick me up to know that ever so slowly I’ve written enough in my notebook to be half-way.

Half-way to where? To a new notebook. By finishing a notebook, it gives me the satisfaction of achievement. And I then get to look forward to starting a new notebook which is exciting and fun. This all helps me to keep motivated and enthusiastic to write.

It’s the little things like this which help me to keep writing.

What motivations to you use to help you to keep creating? Please share them below.

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Special Valentine’s Day Memory

Valentine’s Day isn’t big in Australia, well not so much when I was growing up. It has become more commercial over the years and is something I’m more aware of.

I first learnt about Valentine’s Day in my early years at school. I thought it was specific between girls and boys or women and men, and was something to do with true love (even though I didn’t know that was).

When I got a Valentine’s card from a female cousin in America who was coming to visit us downunder in a few months, I was a bit confused because she wasn’t my girlfriend (I only wanted love cards from guys!). In Australia this was a very different cultural thing for me to have experienced.

Mum sat me down and explained it wasn’t that sort of love, but a true friendship love which doesn’t matter if it’s from a boy or a girl. And that this was part of the American culture to give cards to people who were meaningful in your life and someone you loved. I’m not sure I really understood (I was under ten years old at the time).

Mum then started to buy us (me and my sisters) inexpensive gifts each year for Valentine’s Day, partly because some of my ancestry is linked to America and I believe this was mum’s subtle way to open my mind.

One year, much later when I was in my early 20s mum gave me (and my sisters) a purse-sized packet of tissues with love hearts on it. I wasn’t impressed. Even though it only costs a few backs, I told mum it was a waste of money, as it was tissues. She was hurt and upset of course. It was just some fun, something little. Something I realised much later after she passed that required some thought to find something practical and without spending much money. And I was sad. I’d not received the gift graciously. Over time this has turned into the most cherished memories of mine for Valentine’s Day much better than any gifts from guys I’d been dating or in relationships at the time, (including a dozen roses) and a hell of a lot more meaningful than any gift I’d received from a man ~ who was supposedly in love with me at the time!

The gift giving has also been a tradition between me and my sisters each year on Valentine’s Day. My aim is to be thoughtful in the gifts bought and not spend much money. It’s hard to do. It reminds me of the effort mum put in to her gifts to me. How I was ungrateful but also how I learnt (finally) the deeper meaning of giving on this day, beyond convention, commercialism, to connect to the spirit of giving and recognising those who matter in my life, those who stay by my side no matter what. I might not be able to tell mum this. At least I can continue the celebration in her memory.

What special Valentine’s Day memories do you have? Feel free to share them below.

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