October Endings

Auroras set the landscape ablaze
and October goes out with a bang
for the dead are not really dead
but live always, only in a state
of profound dormancy.

backstory: Not the usual weekly six-word memoir… but Northern Lights were forecast to be visible across the whole country, continent and beyond, last night. I didn’t get a glimpse because it was cloudy in my area. Nonetheless, hosta leaves (pictured above) that turn yellow in autumn always remind me that nothing is really ever dead. All living beings must rest. So, October’s end and changing of clocks to winter time help me access the gift of meaning. There’s beauty in that.

p.s. Also linking to Poets and Storytellers United.

Contemplative Practice

In contemplation, I stop and breathe.
The Sculpture Promenade of Contemporary Art

backstory: Some people do yoga, tai chi, meditation and so on, as a contemplative practice to calm the mind, I walk. As autumn advances and darkness (November) approaches, it becomes more important for me to pay attention and keep finding beauty. Because when I moved North, I inherited seasonal affective disorder. Combine that with anxieties of present days, and you get the picture!

Give yourself a gift of five minutes of contemplation in awe of everything you see around you. Go outside and turn your attention to the many miracles around you. This five-minute-a-day regimen of appreciation and gratitude will help you to focus your life in awe. – Wayne Dyer

What practices or rituals help you nurture your mental well-being?

p.s. I’m also linking to Poets and Storytellers United.

Random Acts of Kindness

Literary friends help me celebrate words.

(longish) backstory: Whether you view writing as a solitary activity or not, we can’t deny that the act of putting words onto the page requires time and space; alone time. For me, this alone time often feels like living with invisible people in a forested castle, and with neighbours wondering if I’m ever going to come out, at all.

That why I value my creative communities. I learn from other creatives in order to improve my craft. But they also inspire, motivate and entertain me. My online creative communities remain an invaluable source of support, especially during these pandemic times, where face-to-face gatherings are measured.

Sometimes, from these creative communities, meaningful friendships are formed. How lucky am I to have one, two and more of these precious literary friends. They continue to show me true beauty; kindness! Their random acts of kindness, quietly shining a spotlight on the words I write, even as I slumber in my imagined castle, are a true gift.

As Maggie Doherty puts it, “Communities can be important for any writer. But they are most important for those writers and artists who would falter without these forms of mutual aid.”

So, to you all members of my communities, for all the ways you make me a better writer, thank you!

special note: If you are not member of a creative community and have always been suspicious about or viewed these communities as some sort of a yacht club, you might find this article, The Creative Communities That Changed Literature Forever, interesting.

I’m also linking to Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.