Thank you.
By reading my blog you give me the opportunity to do the work I love, that is talk about life and its various aspects.
I know, wandering around is one of the things I do best, so I thank you for respecting my voice while I do it.
Why wish on white horses? They give us hope.
I’m a seeker, and I figure that you, being here, must be one too.
They say we didn’t come into this life with a manual on how to live it, but what if in our wanderings, we find one.
I bumped into this picture yesterday and wondered what the heck?
And then I found out what it was…
It’s Holi, a Hindu Festival that celebrates the triumph of good over evil.
Far out!
It also marks the end of winter and the
coming of spring. beginning on the last day of the full moon in March,
and lasts for a day and a night. (28 to 29th) Night bonfires remind me
of Burning Man.
It’s a time of unity, a time of play, laughter, music and dance, a time to repair broken relationships.
Imagine.
As a youth, Lord Krishna, a reincarnation of Lord Vishnu, liked to
play pranks on the village girls by drenching them in water and colors.
Here is a chance to throw colored powders, to pelt each other with water balloons, and to squirt with water pistols.
It is a time to forgive and forget, a to drink bhang, a drink made with cannabis. It is a time the gods turn a blind eye.
After sobering up, people dress up and visit friends and family.
I’ve heard that there are only three rules for writing.
Unfortunately, nobody knows what they are.
So, there you have it, folks. If you want to be a writer, make your
own rules. If you want to write, write your little heart out.
Or write and read. Stephen King says if you don’t have time to read, you don’t have time to write.
I know people are attuned to a story, with a beginning, a middle, and
an end. That doesn’t happen so much with blogs, but it ought to. Follow
the Hero’s Journey, and it will stand you in good stead.
I think the concept of the hero’s journey began long ago when a
storyteller stood at the campfire with the people eager for
entertainment.
The hunter who brought home the bacon would get attention, but the one who embellished the story got more.
The one who died on the hunt was popular, too, for he met a
consequence that didn’t bring home the bacon. The trouble was, someone
else had to tell the story for him. That’s where you need a great
obituary writer. Gosh, when I think about it, most obituaries I’ve heard
were boring. Now, that doesn’t do the person justice. They’ve had a
life. They loved, wept, had children, hardships, victories. (Born
somewhere, educated somewhere, married, survived by.) I’m feeling sad
for them.
People want to hear how the hero/heroine got kicked out of Paradise
and had to find herself in the world. He/she had to endure hardships,
and the stakes were high, the consequences extreme. He/she would,
hopefully, come home victorious and bring honor to the tribe.
Let’s hope this happens now.
The following is a copy of my Newsletter, Jewell’s Happy Trails.
I intended that this Newsletter be only for people that request it,
for I don’t want to junk up people’s email boxes without invitation. I placed
it here to let you know it exists.
Those links aren’t live, so I will place them here:
