Obi and Laffee
I've been working on a sequel to this site, titled Wish on White Horses 2.
Why?
To give myself a break. To preserve my sanity. To provide some happy talk Not that I can’t do that here, but that site has capabilities this one doesn't have, plus once I lost this site, so it’s always good to have a back-up plan.
Time to let some joy into our lives.
You are aware of Rosie McDonald's vocal opposition to our current administration. She was so angry she left the United States and moved to Ireland. Yet the other day on Substack, she wrote that she allowed herself to feel joy.
Someone had slipped a note into her carry-out bag that said, "Your child is beautiful. You're doing great."
She said she almost collapsed on the sidewalk.
"That tiny act of kindness hit me like a goddamn freight train," she wrote.
And for once, she didn't push it away, saying, "Oh, she was just being polite."
She didn't make a joke. She let herself receive.
I wonder, if our message from this crisis is to be like the Who's in Dr. Seuss' book and movie, How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
The Who sang when they had no Christmas at all.
I'm not saying to ignore what is happening in our country. I’m not saying not to work on preserving our freedoms; I'm saying allow some joy into your heart during the process.
I've been working like a fiend on the little book I mentioned in the previous blog, "Where the Frogs Sing Café." Amazon will enter it into a contest if I create a paperback version, along with my Kindle version. While creating a Kindle book is easy, the specifications for a paperback can drive you up the wall.
I got it complete. I'm in review. However, I'm unsure if I will meet the cut-off date on time.
You will find a short excerpt from Where The Frogs Sing Café in the previous blog.
In case you missed it, here is my description:
If you happen to stumble upon a half-hidden sign alongside the highway, "Voted the Best Café by My Mother," slow down. About 50 feet ahead will be another sign: "Where The Frogs Sing Café." Follow the arrow beside it onto a lava-encrusted road through cane grass until you come to a thatched-roofed shack on a sandy strip leading to the ocean. There, you will find the best hamburgers in the world, and during your time there, enchantment will envelop you like a soft spring rain.
Three college girls took such a trip.
Where the Frogs Sing Café is less than 10,000 words. I love novels, and I usually have one running at all times, but reading them takes time, and time is a precious commodity. So, I am offering a quick read. I want to get to the questions and answers quickly. I know that people have asked these questions for eons, and will continue to do so for eons to come; however, they are fun to ask, and the answers are as different as the person asking them. "What's my purpose? Why am I here? Where do we go from here? What sort of spirituality rings true for me?"
I reach out tentatively and touch the questions, throw a few crumbs their way, drop a little magic, and do a little happy dance out the door.
For a Free PDf copy of this book, please go to https://www.wishonwhitehorses2.com/