Jennifer Lynch's Blog - Posts Tagged "cold"
What to do on a cold day?
Hello Readers
I will try and keep my blog posts short and sweet because then you will enjoy reading them and I will enjoying writing them!
It's always difficult to get motivated when the frost is on the ground and you're looking for that thick jumper that you hid somewhere in a drawer last year, but with boots on and dressed up to go, when the sun peeks out, the day can feel like a miracle. What a very long sentence!
How often do we feel thankful that we are just alive? I think some winter days are like this, the summer feels like a distant dream and yet, if we make the effort, we find that there are just as many good things to find on a winter's day if we embrace it.
Today, I have walked my dog for about half an hour and given a friend a full body massage. I sometimes give therapy to people as I'm trained as a therapist and it is a good thing to swop. As a result of this, my friend gave me a very hot vegetable chilli - this was a complete unexpected bonus and it tasted delicious!
I'm still editing, but I'm getting there. I'm trying not to rush too much as that way, mistakes can slip through and no-one wants to read a book with too many mistakes. What was great today was I noticed that I have a new reviews on Liberty Angel and William's Wishes. If you are interested in the subject of adoption, particularly sixties adoptions, William's Wishes is for you. Being adopted myself, I have first hand experience of the emotions involved. My characters are fictional but in a way, I want to say, if you haven't lived it a little, then don't write about it because to me authentic writing is the writing that really rocks. Of course, we can't have been and done everything, can we? But I still feel it helps to know a bit about what you write.
Now, this is turning into a long blog post!
I'd like to add a little part of William's Wishes where Rececca confronts her emotions about the adoption of Bridgette....
"Rebecca agreed to go to the theatre with Lawrence. She was completely enthralled by the experience and afterwards she couldn’t wait to see him again. As the weeks turned into months, their occasional date changed into something more serious. But never once did she tell Lawrence the story of Bridgette, the baby she had lost. The baby, she now considered dead. She was afraid that if she opened up to him about this, it would drive a wedge between them. Although she loved Lawrence, her past was not in any way relevant to her future, a future that she hoped to spend with Lawrence. She had taken enough risks and been through enough pain. She desperately wanted to hold on to what she had left. As the years went by, it was only really on birthdays that Rebecca thought of Bridgette. This year was particularly hard because she knew that Bridgette was eighteen. She would be an adult. It was totally unbelievable. Bridgette would be able to make her own decisions, have a key to the house. Even leave home if she wanted to. It didn’t seem possible. Most alarming of all, was the fact Bridgette could now trace her. What would that do to her life? Surely it would be too hard? The whole thing was too confusing for her to think about. Her vision of Bridgette was of the small baby she’d held tightly, in those last few hours. Rebecca felt it would be better to keep it that way."
Thank you for reading ... and happy Thursday.
Love Jennifer
I will try and keep my blog posts short and sweet because then you will enjoy reading them and I will enjoying writing them!
It's always difficult to get motivated when the frost is on the ground and you're looking for that thick jumper that you hid somewhere in a drawer last year, but with boots on and dressed up to go, when the sun peeks out, the day can feel like a miracle. What a very long sentence!
How often do we feel thankful that we are just alive? I think some winter days are like this, the summer feels like a distant dream and yet, if we make the effort, we find that there are just as many good things to find on a winter's day if we embrace it.
Today, I have walked my dog for about half an hour and given a friend a full body massage. I sometimes give therapy to people as I'm trained as a therapist and it is a good thing to swop. As a result of this, my friend gave me a very hot vegetable chilli - this was a complete unexpected bonus and it tasted delicious!
I'm still editing, but I'm getting there. I'm trying not to rush too much as that way, mistakes can slip through and no-one wants to read a book with too many mistakes. What was great today was I noticed that I have a new reviews on Liberty Angel and William's Wishes. If you are interested in the subject of adoption, particularly sixties adoptions, William's Wishes is for you. Being adopted myself, I have first hand experience of the emotions involved. My characters are fictional but in a way, I want to say, if you haven't lived it a little, then don't write about it because to me authentic writing is the writing that really rocks. Of course, we can't have been and done everything, can we? But I still feel it helps to know a bit about what you write.
Now, this is turning into a long blog post!
I'd like to add a little part of William's Wishes where Rececca confronts her emotions about the adoption of Bridgette....
"Rebecca agreed to go to the theatre with Lawrence. She was completely enthralled by the experience and afterwards she couldn’t wait to see him again. As the weeks turned into months, their occasional date changed into something more serious. But never once did she tell Lawrence the story of Bridgette, the baby she had lost. The baby, she now considered dead. She was afraid that if she opened up to him about this, it would drive a wedge between them. Although she loved Lawrence, her past was not in any way relevant to her future, a future that she hoped to spend with Lawrence. She had taken enough risks and been through enough pain. She desperately wanted to hold on to what she had left. As the years went by, it was only really on birthdays that Rebecca thought of Bridgette. This year was particularly hard because she knew that Bridgette was eighteen. She would be an adult. It was totally unbelievable. Bridgette would be able to make her own decisions, have a key to the house. Even leave home if she wanted to. It didn’t seem possible. Most alarming of all, was the fact Bridgette could now trace her. What would that do to her life? Surely it would be too hard? The whole thing was too confusing for her to think about. Her vision of Bridgette was of the small baby she’d held tightly, in those last few hours. Rebecca felt it would be better to keep it that way."
Thank you for reading ... and happy Thursday.
Love Jennifer
I am cosy!
Good morning and it’s frosty today – frosty the snowman has been spreading his magic and the fields behind my house look stunning!
I was up early to take a friend to the railway station and the ice was thick on my car but as I was scrapping away, I thought how blessed I was to have such a warm and cosy house to live in.
I thought I’d continue with my blog on Angel Wisdom and start giving everyone a daily card. I now give free mini readings in the facebook group facebook live feeds and I’m normally in there on Friday evenings
Saturday/Sunday. Please join me there is you can, it’s a great group. Longer one to one sessions are available – and I’d love to see you at my home so if you are anywhere Nr. Suffolk, UK, I’d love to meet you.
There seems to be a lot of uncertainty about at the moment in the UK with all the Brexit news which to be honest, I’ve switched off from unless someone mentions it and … that’s nearly everyone! If it happens, it happens and we have a way of adjusting to things. I feel that we will not be abandoned and many other countries may follow suit iin due course.
I’m looking out of my back window as I write this and I can see clouds of mist coming past my window. It is also a reminder that there is still a fair amount of winter to come as we often get the hardest weather in February. Our minds drift to warmer climes and places we’d like to go on holiday. My head is always on a beach in Kefalonia where I have visited three times because I absolutely love it there and it was where I wrote the meditations for the book Shades of Kefalonia which can be found on amazon or an audio version – links from this site.
I hope you all have a awe inspirig day full of angel blessings. Our angels are with us all the time, believe and you will feel their strength and warmth.
I was up early to take a friend to the railway station and the ice was thick on my car but as I was scrapping away, I thought how blessed I was to have such a warm and cosy house to live in.
I thought I’d continue with my blog on Angel Wisdom and start giving everyone a daily card. I now give free mini readings in the facebook group facebook live feeds and I’m normally in there on Friday evenings
Saturday/Sunday. Please join me there is you can, it’s a great group. Longer one to one sessions are available – and I’d love to see you at my home so if you are anywhere Nr. Suffolk, UK, I’d love to meet you.
There seems to be a lot of uncertainty about at the moment in the UK with all the Brexit news which to be honest, I’ve switched off from unless someone mentions it and … that’s nearly everyone! If it happens, it happens and we have a way of adjusting to things. I feel that we will not be abandoned and many other countries may follow suit iin due course.
I’m looking out of my back window as I write this and I can see clouds of mist coming past my window. It is also a reminder that there is still a fair amount of winter to come as we often get the hardest weather in February. Our minds drift to warmer climes and places we’d like to go on holiday. My head is always on a beach in Kefalonia where I have visited three times because I absolutely love it there and it was where I wrote the meditations for the book Shades of Kefalonia which can be found on amazon or an audio version – links from this site.
I hope you all have a awe inspirig day full of angel blessings. Our angels are with us all the time, believe and you will feel their strength and warmth.
