your story...

 ciao,

f

words....

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. 

Live the life you have imagined."

Henry David Thoreau

This quote is posted on my full length mirror in my bedroom

as a simple reminder every day.

ciao,

f

Pooh....

"Promise me you'll always remember: 

You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
--Christopher Robin to Pooh"

-A.A. Milne

work....

I wanted to give you a heads up to my week.

The quote above sums up how my week will be.

It's going to be long days and a lot of patience.

This means I will do my best to blog but if it seems a bit silent

on my end don't panic I will be back it just won't be this week.

I have a little assignment for you all while I work hard

and be nice to people.

That's it, CREATE! 

I would love to see what you all create while I work hard.

ciao,

F

words....

image via favim

Be the kind of woman that when your

feet hit the floor each morning 

the devil says

"OH CRAP, SHE'S UP!"

Ciao,

F

blogging....

image via 123RF

Blogging is a strange thing. I never thought I would ever
find myself a blogger. I had this notion that it was just people
who wanted to hear themselves talk (or in this case read
themselves write).
I found I was very wrong. There are some amazing people out
there blogging and many who have so much to offer.

I still wonder about blogging. Why blog? Who is it for?
Who reads it?  I started blogging beause I thought it would
be a good tool for Bee & Mason but I'm not sure about
that anymore. I think it has potential to still be a great
marketing tool but I don't have the reader ship as many
others do. Not yet at least.

What I do have is a handful of very good and
supportive friends who do read, sometimes daily other
times occasionally but it does feel good to know they
check in. It is quality versus quantity and I have to sometimes
remind myself that that is very important.
I admit I do look daily to see if I have any comments
and 99% of the time I don't but when I do it's like
finding a chocolate easter egg on Easter morning.

I still find myself censoring my writing. I work for
a major corporation and in today's world one must be
so careful so that nothing can be used against you at
some later time. I hate this. I don't use that word lightly.
I quite frequently get accused of being to honest
or to direct. Really people, I am who I am and a little
honesty in this world we live in today can be refreshing.

Some day I will get to truly be who I am on paper but
until that day a little censorship may have to stay in
place but know that what I write is still true to who
I am.

That takes me back to the reason to blog. It is still
a question I have but I am willing to continue the journey
and discover the why's, who's, what's and how's of the
world of words and images.
Be True!

Thanks for reading. And if you want to leave me a
little chocolate easter egg, please don't hesitate.
There's nothing like finding one to put a smile on
a girls face.

Ciao,
F

words....

a very good friend lent me some magazines
that have been inspiration to her over the years.
It's called The Sun.

the first article i came across was about
the ancient power of poetry.
like many of you i grew up reading poetry,
having to memorize it in school and
often not connecting to it.
as an adult poetry has come and gone in my life.

the article was about Kim Rosen and her
philosophy on poetry.
it goes something like this,
there is value in becoming a "disciple"
to a poem written by someone else
and that poems can be powerful medicine
for the mind, body and soul.

it got me thinking about poetry again
and how it has a certain power to connect
that a novel, a article or a quote does not.

this brought me to reading some of my
favorite poets.
i thought maybe i would share.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost

ciao,
F