Happy birthday to me! I plan on spending this birthday watching the electrician and the handyman continue to do their magic on the house. Which means noise and distractions but not a lot of time to focus. So I’d like to spend my birthday here with my friends. At least until my hubby comes home and cooks me up my yummy birthday dinner.
Last year my birthday request was for garden memories. This year I’m thinking of inspiration for my writing.
Yesterday Sara Lewis Holmes shared this quote: "The real meaning of a poem is to stop time." – Ralph Fletcher (A Writer’s Notebook: Unlocking the Writer within You) and I knew right away I was going to add it to my inspiration notebook. I’d love to gather up some more.
So please, help me celebrate my birthday by leaving a comment of a favorite inspirational quote that has to do with writing, poetry, or creativity.
Thank you in advance.
Today is my birthday. I plan to spend the day doing pretty much whatever I want. I think that will be working on the photos to get my garden blog launched and online. So to get me in the mood, and in keeping with my fairly new tradition of asking for what I want, I am asking those of you who stop by to share a garden or nature memory with me. Either from childhood or from now…but I’d love to know what you love about the garden or plants or something that surprised you in a garden once.
Here’s one of mine. I remember very vividly planting nasturtiums in an egg carton in a class at school I don’t know what grade, maybe 1st or 2nd. And I remember bringing them home and my grandmother really not wanting them in her garden for some reason or another. Still she gave me a little patch of dirt and I tore apart those egg carton sections and planted those little seedlings in the ground. Year after year when they continued to spread and bloom I would get happy just looking at their smiling faces.
And even though nasturtiums aren’t a California native plant, I am tempting to plant a pot of them just for old time’s sake.
Thanks in advance for helping my memory garden grow.
Okay, last night I posted this to a closed LJ friends only group. Now I can open it up to everyone.
Today is laurasalas ’s birthday.
EVEN IF YOU AREN’T A POETRY PERSON, PLEASE GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
And please, feel free to copy this request, post it in your own blog, and spread the word.
If you read Laura’s blog you know that she is a wonderful poet and is terrific about sharing her knowledge with everyone else. Every Thursday Laura posts a picture and asks people to write quick poems of 15 words or less. They aren’t expected to be perfect poems. You can read her guidelines here.
Anyway, I hope you’ll help me wish Laura a happy birthday. I’ve posted a picture here and I’d love it if you would go over to Laura’s blog and post a poem of 15 words or less that you are inspired to write after seeing this picture. If you want to post the picture within your comment, the code to do that and link back to this pic is <src=http://pics.livejournal.com/susanwrites/pic/0006kb3c> If you want to post them here, that’s okay too. Please make sure to put your byline/blog with the poem.
one perfect day
filled with friends
wish I may
wish I might
make it so
Susan Taylor Brown
Thanks for helping me help make Laura’s day extra special!!!
Today is my 50th birthday. It’s a milestone that bothers some people more than others. For me it is just a number. Inside I still feel about 27. It is a time for reflection, not to see things one cannot change but just to acknowledge how far I have traveled in this life of mine and how happy I am to be where I am, living the life I am. I count having the world’s greatest spouse, aka, my best friend, as one of the biggest blessings in my life and the reason I wake up every day with a smile on my face.
I am marking the day with nothing special, since it’s a work day, but I would like to copy something that
did a few months ago to mark her birthday. She asked for people to share a special memory. I thought that was a wonderful way to celebrate life so I will ask the same.
If you happen to be coming by here and have a few minutes to spare, would you please help me celebrate my birthday by sharing a special memory with me? It doesn’t have to be long. (And it doesn’t have to be about me.)
First off, thank you to all who sent birthday greetings. I’m slowly making my way through the replies. Slowly because I am typing one-handed. Friday my husband took me out to our new fav restaurant Bittersweet Bistro for my birthday dinner. We had a lovely meal and enjoyed being in the Aptos fog and away from the heat at home. After that we headed to Gayles in Capitola to stock up on food that didn’t have to be cooked for the weekend. The parking lot has staggered parking places with those cement blocks to keep the cars from rolling forward. When I opened my door to step out there was a cement block right where I needed to step. I noticed it too late and stumbled. All I could think about was folding up like a V and hitting my tailbone on the pavement. Considering how messed up my back is I knew that would be a really bad experience with pretty much no recovery. So I put my hands out to break the fall and my left hand went inside the open door of the four-runner (heavy doors) and then the door shut on the tip of the middle finger of my left hand. Oh there was much blood and the finger did not look normal. We wrapped it in towels and ice (thank you Gayle’s and the kind woman in the parking lot who heard me fall) and headed back over the hill to Good Samaritan hospital.
As emergency room waits go, I’m told it wasn’t bad. A half an hour for the triage nurse to look at it and confirm that we were right to come in. A half an hour to wait for a bed after that. The first doctor came in, took one look and ordered X-rays. He also said something about maybe having to cut my wedding room off which freaked me out but luckily didn’t happen. The nurse came in and said it might be hours before they had time for the X-rays but within minutes the X-ray tech came to get me. I was ever grateful. He took three pictures and as he wheeled me back to ER he said, “I’m not supposed to tell you this so you have to act surprised when the doctor tells you but it’s broken. A compound fracture.” Newsflash. I already figured that out. The finger looked too weird and the stuff that was coming out of the top wasn’t normal. Sigh. How many years of being thrown off the back of horses and I never broke a single bone? How many years of falling in competitive skating and I never broke a single bone? But the important thing here is that I saved my back and tailbone. The doctor took only minutes to agree with the tech that it was broken and called in the hand specialist/plastic surgeon. She was there in half an hour. Fabulous Dr. Melody Lynd whom I now adore. She was a former English major want-to-be-writer turned doctor and we spent the time talking about writing. It was about 5 and 1/2 hours all told in emergency but I understand some people wait for that long just to be seen. We left there and I was doing okay, all things considered. I had had two vicodin and some antibiotics in the ER. A few hours later I had a reaction to the antibiotics. (I’ve had vicodin a lot so I doubt it was it.) I spent the next 24 hours throwing up, even after I got the anti-nausea medicine. Not fun. Even less fun in the house that was baking us at 92 degrees inside. We would have gone somewhere with A/C but I was too sick.
Thus endeth my birthday adventure. I am at work, typing one-handed, so everything is slow. (You would not believe how long it took to wash and comb my hair in the shower today. I have a lot of hair.) I am grateful that it was not much worse than it is.