Another Lifetime: Happy Things

Monday, May 4, 2009

Happy Things

Did you know that

Nadia, from La Porte Rouge has ridiculous fashion and shopping skills in addition to all of her other talents? In the span of 2 hours and less than $200 she made my closet something fun to hang out in. That's just what I've been doing too: sliding the hangers back and forth and running my fingers over my new clothes, which remind me of my new friend, who I can spend hours with and feel like only a handful of minutes have passed.

I came home from work and made my husband nutella and banana sandwiches for a snack and he completely flipped out in ectasy over it? How fun!

I was scared to go to work today because of 3 unresolved situations but I solved 2.5 of them this afternoon and never should have doubted myself in the first place? Rock on.

I started a new blog where I can try out some fictional short stories and that is entirely due to your invaluable encouragement and support? Check out my first story at by the light of the lantern !

I don't feel like anything is going to be easy but I have this unwavering belief that everything will be ok after all? Wishing you all love, hope, strength, and grace, and sending positivity and goodwill your way. Here it comes.....catch!

Love,
Sheila

7 comments:

onesilentwinter said...: and how beautiful you looked in all of them!

nutella and chocolate is my favorite did you know that?; May 4, 2009 at 3:49 PM
Maria said...: I have no doubt you can handle anything, what a wonderful post and I did catch it ... now have a big smile on my face.

What is nutella, I'm wanting to try it? (especially after the description involving ecstasy :) ); May 4, 2009 at 4:24 PM
Maria said...: forgot to say how excited I am to hear about the new blog, I'm heading over now!; May 4, 2009 at 4:25 PM
Unknown said...: the more i learn about you the more i want to know. you are becoming more and more likable and this post just proves that.

nadia seems to have an extra special touch. didn't know that she stayed so close to you?!

it never cease to amaze me just how easily pleased men are with the little things in life : )

as for the new blog, i cannot wait!; May 5, 2009 at 2:15 PM
kendalee said...: Thank you and love, hope, strength and grace right back at you!!!

Nadia has such obviously great style and flair and what fun to have that magic turned on your wardrobe. My sister does that for me. It's a gift. Enjoy your lovely new goodies!

So excited about your new blog Sheila. You are such a talented writer and I'm thrilled that you're going to explore this more. Will definitely pop over for a peek...; May 5, 2009 at 4:58 PM
What About The Girl? said...: Friendship is very important: between husband and wife, mother and daughter, two women (or men), father and son.
It is one thing that endures, like hope.
Much love,

P.S.
You went shopping! Yay! Show me, show me! :-); May 5, 2009 at 5:43 PM
Beverly Ash Gilbert said...: Love your new blog and first stories!

Congrats on getting 2.5 situations resolved!; May 6, 2009 at 6:19 PM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

The Bookseller of Kabul, Åsne Seierstad

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Maggie O'Farrell
"Esme stares at the spiked rocks. She stares and stares until they begin to lose their third dimension, until they begin to look unfamiliar, insubstantial. Like the way words said over and over become just a slurry of a sound. She says the word 'word' over and over in her head until she hears only 'dwur-dwur-dwur'. She is aware of those numbers, the two and the eight, trying to find a place to slip back in. They have been lurking at the edges where she pushed them and they are mounting an assault, a break-in. She won't have it. She will not."

The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
"She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things"

The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
"In the United States, 97 percent of those classified by the Census Bureau as poor own a color TV. Three quarters of them own a car. Three quarters of them have air conditioning. All have access to health care. I am not quoting these figures to deny that the poor in the United States face genuine difficulties. Nevertheless, for most, these difficulties are of a different order than those of the world's poorest people."

Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
"I walked into an office building one afternoon in a hurry, dashed into the waiting elevator. As I rushed in, I caught an unexpected glimpse of myself in a security mirror's reflection. In that moment my brain did an odd thing-it fired off this split second message: 'Hey! You know her! That's a friend of yours!' And I actually ran forward toward my own reflection with a smile, ready to welcome that girl whose name I had lost but whose face was so familiar......Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend"

The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
"'Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,' his heart said. 'We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, towards its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them- the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place. So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts.'"

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
"For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves;"

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
"The room hovered around me with great gentleness, as if the chairs and the tables and the walls were witholding their weight out of sympathy for my sudden frailty"

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Monday, May 4, 2009

Happy Things

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