It has been one week since my last confession, especially as it pertains to the proceedings with writing a novel. What I can say one week later, is that, yes, I did get started with the writing of it, but, truth be told, I’m ashamed to admit that I only have one page completed to show for it, which you’ll never see, or hear about until the novel’s complete, if I can ever get the blasted thing off the ground, which is what it’s going, some combustion to get me transcending out of this body into the light, into a new body made of light. You see, I want this novel to be reader friendly, with a grabber first page so people won’t put it down after the first few paragraphs, which is how I sometimes handle books. I’m discerning because there’s so much out there to read! Therefore, I have painstakingly gone over page one, again and again, until I’m about sick of it, but hopefully, with my attention to detailing it, you won’t be. If you think writing is just putting down words on a page, in one sequence, then you’re wrong, unless you can do this.

  

    As you know, wherever you live, spring is approaching, quickly, and what happens to us in the spring when the temperatures soar back to warming-trend, sensational on our skin, with the sun shining down on our weary-wintered souls, is that we’re inspired to be outdoors, which has been the case for me, too. As well, I am working indoors with my spring cleaning; moving out couches and beds, vacuuming behind them, in front of them, underneath them, vacuuming all over the blessed house in a cleaning frenzy! It has me on fire, even knocking down the cobwebs which I really hate to do! The poor bugs, I do it with mercy. Every day, I’m on the roll to get through something on my “to-do list” (in my mind, as I’ve never done lists), like washing the windows, sorting through books and clothing, putting the boxes and bags of charitable offerings into a pile for the Goodwill of Mankind people, raking the yard, washing the bedding, including the dog blankets, and on and on, happily calling it “nesting up for my novel” without writing it. It’s the maternal instinct in me that accompanies great endeavors, as all woman experience because we’re the givers of life, doing what women do to  make life flow smoothly, especially when the doing makes the going really big, as it will be when we meet up in The New Jerusalem, as one people, united eternally, into The Kingdom of Heaven we go.

  

     For instance, in the matter of nesting, when I learned that we were getting our new rescue dog, Dharma, the adorable being, I cleaned and cleaned for a week prior to her coming. Not only cleaning our house, but others’ houses, too, nesting up for my baby to come home! Another big incentive behind the cleaning thrust (this time around) is that I’m having company come in early April, for three days, that will have our home overflowing with love and laughter amongst women and their children, including our friends from when my girls grew up, back when we lived in Clear Lake, Iowa. With my friend, Mary, her daughter, Molly and Molly’s daughter, Isobel, three generations of “womb-of-man” females, including my own daughter, Rachel and her daughter, Lucy, with Desmond, too, for one of those days, I can hardly wait!

  

    Anyway, getting back to the novel that I don’t seem to be writing, my good friend, Wendy, checking in on me via email, asked how the writing was going. Well, I responded, pretty slow, because I keep going over the same first page, again and again, trying to figure out the third-person writing style and all, as well as wanting to get it right. Her response was “Talia, you’re being too tense about it. Allow it to flow from your higher self, which means you’ll have to get your lower (physical) self out of the way.” Hmmm, I thought, that makes good sense. Just go with my mind and let it rip. She further suggested I release the intuitive writing without stopping to look back at it until the end of the writing day, only to fix up the obvious blunders. “Correct them,” she said, “and then, get back up on that horse that wants to fly out of the pen.” (More than a metaphor.) “Go in freedom and trust the train of the novel’s thoughts. Surrender to them, and the novel will write itself.” Well, it all sounds good to me, and so, after I write a birthday poem for my friend, Madeline, who I’ll be seeing tomorrow, I’m going to take Wendy’s advice, and see if I can’t get myself off of the ground, which, of course, is where I’m headed!

  

    Before I forget to mention, if you’re a serious seeker of peace, as I feel you must be if you’re reading Hug Peace, then please check out the amazingly reverent website www.iPeace.me. There, coming as you should with some time to browse, you’ll find everything and more, including websites, poems, online discussions, videos, and so much more about peace, enough to convince you that peace is really on its way, joining forces with the 17,000 other brothers and sisters of the one family of God that we are, who have found the promise of peace firmly in place, all committed to peace in this lifetime, not just as a pipe dream, but as a reality!

 

     And, as long as I’m here, if you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor and think of me with your great imaginations, sitting at my computer, trying to pull this off, and surround me with light. The vision of it will greatly assist me with wings of light in flight, lifting me on my journey of a dream come true for us all! I will do the same for you, of course, as I continue with my own daily imaginings of putting light and love and joyfulness around the globe, around all beings, enough so that it will literally light us up in new light-bodies, prepared for New Life!

 

   In peace,

   I love you,

   talia