Words. What Fun!

I love words. I like how they can sound the same and have two meanings. Like wont and want. Wont would be an inclination. Want, of course, is that you desire something. It’s funny, but my spellchecker doesn’t like the way I spelled "wont." It doesn’t think it is a word, and yet I’ve known it as a word since I was a little girl reading Dickens.

Another funny thing about words is how differently the same words are spelled in the US and in the UK. When I was a little girl, reading Charles Dickens, I would spell color as colour at school. I can remember the teacher telling me I was wrong. I knew I wasn’t wrong. I insisted that was how to spell it. Nope, she won, and it wasn’t until I reached adulthood that I learned we just spell things differently from one another. Honor is the same. Honor in the US and honour in the UK.

Intrepid. Now, that’s a word. Our intrepid heroine. It means fearless or adventurous. Like Danny Dunn, the hero in a series of books I read as a child. Danny Dunn got into all sorts of scraps. He was a scholarly dude, my same age, and could figure out problems (or crimes) like nobody’s business. I particularly remember with fondness, “Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine”. That was published in 1958, so it had been around a bit before I got busy reading it.

I can remember people making fun of nerds at school. These were the people who read the dictionary or one of their textbooks at lunch instead of horsing around with their friends. I can remember, to my shame, making fun of them myself when I secretly wanted to be one. Maybe I should write a story about that.

Nerds also wore glasses. I can remember when I got my first pair of glasses. I cried. I remember looking up at a tree once we had exited the store to look at the leaves on a tree. I could see them. It was amazing. It also improved my hearing because I could then read people’s faces. I didn’t know that was what I was doing at 11 years old. To this day, even as my hearing has gotten worse as an old lady of 70, if I’m not looking at you, many times I can’t hear what you are saying.

What?

That was my feeble attempt at making a joke. I would imagine to write jokes, or, at least, humorous pieces, you could do what people call a play on words. Humorous is also an interesting word. If you were to spell humor in the US, it’s got five letters. Spell it in the UK, it would be spelled as humour. Humorous is spelled the same in both countries.

Here’s a word I did not know until I was an adult in my 30s. Penultimate. I was talking to a friend, and he said it. I lost all sense of what we were talking about, demanding he say it again and tell me what it meant. It means the last possible thing before the last thing happens. So, the next-to-last thing. You could say, “In the penultimate moment, she changed her mind about getting married.”

It’s also interesting how words are pronounced. Another word I learned to say correctly as an adult was "pastel". I was talking to my mother about material. I said pastel, as a person in the UK would say it. She corrected me, and from that moment on, I knew how to say it and, more importantly, was embarrassed for having been mispronouncing it all those years. Except, when I went looking for the diacritical marks to use in this article just now, came upon a YouTube video from the Cambridge Oxford Dictionary where they pronounced the word as a British person would say it and as an American would say it. All those years? I’d been pronouncing it correctly, though not as an American. As a British person would. Go figure. So, Paste el in the UK and Past el in the US. Both are spelled the same as pastel. A soft, pale color.

It's funny about pronouncing things. I lived in Norway for three years as a child. When we returned to the US, I took a Spanish class. The teacher took me aside and said, “You’re the only person I know who speaks Spanish with a Norwegian accent.”

Here’s another grouping of words to describe groups: A clowder of cats. A kindle of kittens. A flock of birds. A herd of elephants or horses. A school of fish. A pod of whales. A pack of dogs or wolves. A swarm of bees.

You could spend a lot of time on interesting words. I like how you can suss out the meaning of a word from the context of the sentence. In this case, suss means to figure something out. The origin of the word? Of course, it is from British English, from the word "suspect". It came about from British police slang from the 1930s to the 1950s.

I could go on and on about words. In fact, I keep a Word document full of interesting words that I might, sometime in the future, use to make videos for kids on my other YouTube channel, The Best Stuff for Kids.

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Is There a Secret?

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This doesn't necessarily have anything to do with writing, but it's something I've been thinking about. Leave me a comment if you've been wondering about the same thing.

Where does wealth come from, you might ask. The bank, duh. That’s one place.

What about people who are poor but are happy? They have no money, and yet the wealth they describe is something anyone could have, yet not all claim.

Is this a riddle?

Maybe. Stay with me.

What if you could look at your life and see this: a person who is working two jobs, who is tired most of the time. A person who hasn’t had red meat in ages, not by choice, but just because it is a luxury, and who once upon a time had steak on a regular basis. You see a person who hasn’t bought anything new to wear from the store in years, yet still has attractive clothes.

You see a person who seems to have no expensive desires and yet lives frugally.

What about that person?

Is the person happy?

Yes. But the person doesn't have a large amount of money.

How can a person be happy with no money?

Well, their needs are met. The part of their life when they had desires and dreams is long gone. Passed years ago. They have not resigned themselves to poverty. They live in it. They have accepted it. They are happy with it.

Are they from Mars?

No, silly. They are not beaten down. They are your neighbor. They don’t trouble you with requests. They live quietly beside you.

How is it that they can be happy now when before they were well-to-do and now they are not? How is that possible?

Why don’t you ask them how they are? Conversations don’t cost anything. Keep them short. You might tell them you are trying to find happiness in your own life. It appears they seem to be happy now without a whole lot of bells or whistles. Ask them what their secret is.

Ask yourself how much energy it takes to be angry as opposed to how much energy it takes to accept.

Sure, you are poor where once before you were not, and yet you are poor, but you are happy.

Same person. Different circumstances and a totally different view of life.

It’s enough to make you think.

Okay, let’s pose this as a different sort of comparison.

Let’s take God.

What is the difference between a person who thinks God doesn’t care to the same person years later who now feels that God does care?

The person is the same. Maybe older. Maybe poorer. Maybe richer. Life circumstances in this instance don’t matter. What matters is how the person feels.

I’m looking now at people like Mother Theresa or the Buddha. I know they are far and away different from me, but what is it they found? They certainly didn’t buy it. They learned it. They accepted it. Perhaps it was faith. I don’t know. All I know is I would like to have that kind of peace in my life. To be able to not be affected by the minutiae, the upsets, the interruptions, the annoyances. I’d like to float serenely upon the waves of life.

I’m trying. Maybe you can too.

Peace Out.

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When Was It Ever Supposed to Be Simple?

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Part of my daily routine is to check out a website called WeberBooks. It advertises whatever free books on Amazon I might be interested in that day. These are all Kindle books. I’ve got almost 3,000 that I’ve picked out over the years to read. Have I read them all? No, but they are in my own private library to read whenever I want. Best of all, I didn’t spend any money on them. Oh, there are some that I pay for because WeberBooks not only offers free books on Amazon but also deeply discounted ones.

From my brief experience as a published writer on Amazon, I know that authors are given special promotion days when they can offer their books for sale on Kindle. You would use this as you introduce your Kindle book, hot off the press, so to speak. I believe it is five days, and authors generally choose a Friday-Saturday-Sunday combo and use their two remaining days elsewhere. It’s been a long time since I was involved in that, though I do hope to do so again this year, and the only books I offered for sale on Amazon were what are called low-content books. Mostly, decorated notebooks. Those were not on Kindle, but are paperback, and all my own copies I have were experiments just to see how to create a book on Canva. But that is an entirely different story.

One of the arguments to publish a “real” book, something that is not considered a “low-content” book, is that KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) also gives you an ISBN (International Standard Book Number).  You could purchase your own, but it costs $125 for one number from Bowker Publishing Services. You can also purchase ten of them for $295. If you don’t have the money, get one from Amazon. I did a quick Google search, and evidently, you can purchase an ISBN for less on other websites, but you are restricted in where you can sell your book. Okay, too much information. I want to get back to my article.

One Kindle book that I selected today is a nine-volume set by Lauren Street called The Bishop Smoky Mountain Thrillers. Usually it sells for $29.99, but it was on sale for $2.99 or something like that. I used some Amazon points I had, and it was free.

So, if you are a writer, you would also be a reader. I’m just passing along a benefit that I enjoy, and you might too. This is, after all, my writer’s website.

But, back to the title of this piece: When Was It Ever Supposed to Be Simple? The idea struck me like a lightning bolt. Ideas don’t strike like a wet noodle. Ideas are stabbing and staggering thoughts. That’s what I thought as I read the synopsis of one of the books I did not buy today.

I don’t know about you, but I started out life and even as a young woman stood on the edge of my future life, thinking everything would go as planned. Of course, it didn’t, and it was the pain, heartbreak, and sometimes joy that allowed me to live what I think of now as a full life. It was never easy. I thought it would be, but no, it was unexpected. I’m pleased with my life. Even though I can only say I’m an aspiring writer, I have, to date, published a lot of articles. I’m guessing, but I know it’s over 1,000. Ah, the Virgo in me wants to count. Okay. Yes, on four writing platforms, I’ve written 1,090 articles. Medium has 838 articles; Substack has 148; Talking to Spirit includes 10 pages and blog posts; it is 65; and on this website, it has 39. I’ve also written a couple of books that I haven’t gotten published. I’m not going to include them, but they are there. I recently started writing on VocalMedia. That, so far, is only two articles. As time goes by, I might write some more. Two articles are paltry. Two articles, and I would wonder what happened to the person who wrote them. So, yes, I need to write some more there. It just doesn’t feel like mine yet. Time passing and time writing will remedy that.

Am I famous? No. I do have something to offer, both as an old lady who has had a lot of life experiences, but also as a psychic channel who learned just because I thought I could. You can too, if you want, and much of what I write has to do with getting to that point. You’d be surprised at some of it, and much needs to be tailor-made, but much is also simple. Like learning to draw will open your eyes, literally, to other things that are out there that you'd never noticed before. 

My dream of being a writer has taken much of my life. I can remember recording a vivid dream as a little girl. Yes, there was an awful lot of reading. No, it wasn’t easy, but like anything else, you can achieve a monumental body of work if you keep at it.

The lessons that were so hard and took so long for me to master? Basically, they are simple. 

• One is that you never learn everything you need to know to make your way through life. You learn what you need. 
• Two is that you are not the center of the universe. Except, you are. 
• Three is that you are not being punished for the bad things that happen to you over time. You are getting stronger. Heartbreak is not the end of the world. Heartbreak happens because you loved, and love is never a wasted experience. 
• Four is wealth is not money. Wealth is in how you feel. If you are happy in poverty, then you will be just as happy with wealth.

I could think up more. In fact, were I to be writing a book, I might make each of those points a chapter. Don’t think you have it in you to write a book? Oh, yes, you do.

Peace Out.

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A Writerly Exercise

 

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To set the story for you about how I’m feeling right now. First of all, my health is fine. I had a scare with some low blood sugar readings, which is being solved now. So, that is being addressed.

Have you ever been so wound up with concern and worry that you have unconsciously braced yourself for impact without really knowing that’s what you’ve been doing? I think that might have happened with me, just now.

It’s Saturday, and like any other day, my tasks are to write two articles today. I spread these around for this website, TalkingtoSpirit.com, my legacy website that’s been around since 2001, and my two writing platforms on Medium.com and Substack.com. I try to write in advance for future publication, which is nice. That way, I’m not faced with any “Do It TODAY deadlines”. I try.

During February and March of this year, I didn’t get a great deal of writing done because I was first worrying and then deep in the mire of financial sorting as I prepared our paperwork for our tax lady.

Even though it appears we didn’t make any money last year, we did not want. If this continues, well, we’ll see what life is like. For now? It’s fine. I’m accustomed to being poor. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been much more than that. Why worry now?

The other thing was my blood sugar scare. I have not been able to sleep well for a very long time. I didn’t know why other than I am an older woman. I thought that was supposed to happen. I can remember my mother-in-law telling me she couldn’t sleep, and that’s what happens when you get old. Accompanying the sleeplessness were night sweats, sometimes brain fog, and sometimes dizziness, even to the point where I ricocheted off the walls as I made my way from our bedroom to the bathroom. Also, unsettling dreams. Altogether, I relied on naps in the afternoon to help when I got tired during the day. As I said, all this has been going on for a long time.

There was something else going on. It was the weather. We had a week of hot weather. It was in the 90s F, which would put it around 32°C. For years, the heat has bothered me. I swell up. My feet, my ankles, and my fingers. I also feel miserable. I was attributing my current round of being uncomfortable at night to this. It also always takes me a few days of cooler weather to get back to normal.

What happened a couple of weeks ago was that I woke in the wee hours. I think it was 2 or 3 am. I didn’t stay tossing and turning in bed but got up. I figured I might as well get something done rather than lying in my bed unable to go back to sleep. I could always have a nap the next day. However, I was slow. I was so slow that I noticed it. I mean, though, who wouldn’t be slow at 3 am? I took a blood sugar reading. It was low. It was 53. Now, that’s not too low, but, yes, it is low. A few days later, it was 44. Now, for me, that’s low. I had been told that when it hits 40, you’ll be in the hospital. So, yes, 44 was scary. This was at 5 am. I went into the kitchen. Time to eat.

I had a banana with sugar and milk. I tested again at 5:25 am, and my blood sugar had risen to 53. I went back to bed, and some three hours later, my blood sugar had risen to 120.

The progression with a low blood sugar episode is to either shovel a couple of teaspoons of sugar in your mouth, have some glucose tablets (I couldn't find mine), or suck on some Life Savers (I wonder if that's why they are called that?). You test ten minutes later. If you are not yet up to 70, then you repeat step one. Test again ten minutes later. If you are up to 70, you need to have something with both carbohydrates and protein in it for a sustained higher blood sugar. Cheese and crackers or a ham sandwich does the trick.

Then, it happened the next day. That was the day I awakened at 3 am. My blood sugar was 37. I couldn’t believe it. I fumbled my diabetes monitor and couldn’t get it to come back on again. I fumbled the strips that go into the monitor. This is me on a blood sugar low. Fumbling, fuzzy, just not with the program. I’m thinking to myself that by rights, I should be dead at 37. I was able to calm down and took another sample of my blood (just a drop) for another test, and ten minutes after being 37, it rose to 44. I had not eaten a thing. What was going on? Was my monitor broken? I went into the kitchen and ate something. Twenty-five minutes later, at 3:45 am, my blood sugar had risen to 64. I went back to bed, and when I got up at 7:20 am, I tested at 150. So, things were fine.

This is when I began putting the pieces together, and since Google is my friend, I went there first. There is something called nocturnal hypoglycemia, generally between the hours of 2 am and 4 am. That is when I thought to myself, “Could this have been happening to me for all this time?” I’m talking years.

I contacted my doctor the next day. She wants bloodwork and labs done, which I’ll do in a week or so. I stopped one of my nighttime medicines on her advice yesterday, and you know what? I didn’t wake up at all last night. I slept easily through the entire night. Could you say I am relieved? Yes. I am. As the results from my labs reach her, there will be a discussion about altering some of my medicines, but I am relieved.

Could this, coupled with the relief of having done our part in our taxes, be contributing to my off mood this morning? I think so. It’s the only thing I can think of.

So, what do I do about it? Sit here and watch cartoons (that would be a movie or stuff on YouTube).

No. I want a solution. Who better to experiment on than yourself? As a writer, I need to stay in touch with my own feelings, at least that’s what I’ve always thought. As a psychic, I also need to stay in touch with myself. Why? Well, to be the best writer and the best psychic I can be.

So, what is the solution? Wait it out? Eventually, I will feel better?

No, I want something quicker than that. What the solution is going to be, I just don’t know. Waving a magic wand around would be nice, but I don’t have a magic wand. I could have another cup of coffee, I suppose. Maybe, if I were to just go out on my patio to enjoy the morning air and sun, and maybe read my current book (space adventure – Craig A. Falconer – The Earthburst Saga). Yes, I think that’s the ticket. Which brings me to another book. I haven’t read it in a long time, Focusing by Eugene Gendlin. My body just sighed. My body just gave a little. That’s what focusing does. You ask yourself what’s wrong. You have this silly little conversation with yourself about what’s wrong. Then, you go relax. I mean, you could lie down on your bed if you wanted to. You drift a little and let your body tell you what’s wrong. How do you know it’s the right thing? Your body just relaxes. Read the book, and you’ll figure it out. 

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