Hi!
Well folks, another launching of a new book is in the books!
Thanks to all who came out!
After a great afternoon spent meeting new people, hanging out with good friends and family, and sending some copies of Flitflee Flanderfoodle to new homes, it was time to get back home for another week of working at the shop and writing.
As I write this, I'm making last minute mental notes, and prepping for the Word On The Street Festival in Saskatoon tomorrow. The above photos tell the story of the gathering of stuff that needs to go and the forecasted weather.
It's not looking like Mother Nature is looking to be incredibly cooperative. This is the fifth time I'm participating in the festival, and really, we've been pretty lucky, as far as weather goes, each year.
Hopefully, our luck will hold and whatever is brewing will be long gone by the time we start.
Rain and books don't exactly mix well.
Fifth festival. Holy Crap! Fifth festival, there, promoting my fifth children's book.
Sometimes with the hustle involved, the nuts and bolts of organizing signings, festivals, trade shows, school visits, working at the shop, working on my novel, all of the glamorous laundry monster fights and dust bunny slayings, and making sure friends, kids, and grandbabies don't forget what I look like, it can be easy, at times, to forget how all of this is just so much more than I dared to dream.
It's important to let the good stuff soak in. Enjoy the rewards that hard work affords. I still have to remind myself of that every now and again.
Yes, the dust bunny wars will continue, and I'm okay with that. It means that I am lucky enough to live in a house in which to hunt them.
Before I leave you for the week, I can't help but make a quick observation.
I've been watching the news again. And, again, a LOT of it carries stories about the American presidential race.
There seemed to be a bunch of hoopla around the fact that Donald Trump decided to concede that President Obama was, indeed born in the United States.
This seems very odd.
I liken it to someone telling an entire community that one of their citizens is lost. Then, for five years, this citizen goes about his/her daily life, in plain sight of everyone. Of course, all citizens willing to accept the fact that they are indeed seeing this citizen, keeping in mind that there is absolutely no evidence to the contrary, they know perfectly well that he/she is not lost at all.
Then, suddenly, the original someone who told everyone that this citizen was lost to begin with, and continued to try and convince people of this consistently, declares that they are now a hero for they have found said lost citizen. Oh, and then blame the whole thing on someone else.
Very. Odd. Indeed.
Well guys, thanks again for taking the time out of your lives to give these ramblings a read.
I better go get the rest of the things put together for tomorrow. It'll be an early morning.
Until next time, I'll leave you with this wish........
May you see that a hollow dream, one devoid of soul, has no choice but to remain a dream.
May you see that success without integrity, is not success, it is simply ego bursting at the seams.
May you see that empathy and kindness carry more value than every piece of gold.
May you see without acceptance, without generosity, humankind will crumble and fold.
May you choose to walk this life looking up, face to the sun, heart open, conscience clear.
May you see that this creates joy, friendships, allowing you to walk in freedom, not fear.
Until next time
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