Souling light



Tonight is All Hallows' Eve, and the neighbourhood children have been out and about for their Trick-or-Treat.


Right by our front door we have a green slate slab that Hebe has cut with these words from Philippians 4:
Finally, my family, whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.






Just under these words we put out the pumpkin lanterns we had made, each with a shining cross.






Every child who came to our door was met by Fiona's loving-kindness that has a way of making a person feel special - and a handful of sweets  to take away!


We hope that what we celebrated tonight was not ghoulies and ghosties but the example of Jesus in welcoming the little children when they come in hope and expectation; and we remembered His words of rebuke to His disciples who, in the in interest of earnest righteousness, thought it proper to turn the children away.



Thrifty Thursday

I occasionally find myself in the mood to leisurely browse through a thrift store and look for "treasures"! Even though I've had the urge to do that lately, it just hadn't happened. It always seemed that by the time I'd get there, Hadassah would be DONE with shopping & the car seat. And a relaxing trip becomes quite exhausting with a screaming baby! So when my mom came down to see us last weekend, I knew it was the perfect time to do some thrifting! [She was more than happy to baby sit!]

We stopped at Goodwill and what did I find but a cheese cloche!!! Oh happy day. I'd been wanting one, but didn't want to spend for it, and this one only cost me.....$1.95!!!! I'm not kidding. That's what I call a BARGAIN! (; So here it is, with some fall pumpkins I spray-painted as the decor.



In all its glory on my table!




I bought another item there that I am hoping to makeover sometime very soon, so check back for details! Enjoy your day!!

two recommendations

As usual, Leo Babauta is right on the money over at Zen Habits with a wonderful, joyful, spot-on post about parenting here.  I recommend, and wholeheartedly concur with his conclusions.

And, for the married folks among you - especially but not only the older married folks - I have heard about this stuff and having now tried it I say to you: "Yes" is right, get some!  US peeps - you can get it at Amazon.com here.  Run out of ideas for gifts to give a spouse who has everything?  Inside the outer packaging of its box the selection pack contents come in a sweet little red drawstring organza bag.  Best recommendation?  The woman who wrote in to say her husband wants them to sell it in five-gallon pails (!!)

Faces of our Lives

As one of my simplicity priorities, I am always seeking balance. Life is full of joys and sorrows - we can't get by without either one - and somehow we must learn to cope with what we see around us, with us, and in us.

When I was pregnant with Matt in January 1983, my maternal grandfather lay dying.  On that very same day, my cousin's wife was having a baby girl.  I remember the conversation going on long distance over the phone, with the family at Paw-Paw's bedside encouraging him to hold on, that he was getting a great-granddaughter any minute.  Paw-Paw died, and Hope was born into the world.  One went out, one came in.  Sorrow and Happiness holding hands.

Every time I am grieving, a part of me realizes that others are happy at the same time that I am sad.  I may be heading to a funeral while others are going to a wedding.  I may be struggling with despair while others just down the street are celebrating remission of cancer.  Conversely, I may be enjoying watching my grandson play while others are hearing the news that their son has died overseas.  

This yin and yang of life has always fascinated me - and one interpretation of yin and yang is that "their interaction is thought to maintain the harmony of the universe and to influence everything within it."  It brings to mind lyrics from that old song "Love and Marriage" - "Try, try, try to separate them, it's an illusion....You can't have one without the other."

We just got a new Border Collie puppy and named her Lily.  I took her to work on Tuesday to show her off.  She charmed everyone; who doesn't like a puppy?  On Wednesday morning, I found out that my supervisor's dog had been accidentally run over and killed the evening of that visit, and another co-worker had to take her beloved terminally ill pet in to be put down that very day.  A new pet coming in, two pets going out.  And life goes on.

I think my happiness and contentment will forever be a little tempered by the knowledge that others are simultaneously suffering, and too, in my times of tears and sadness, I need to remember that there is still joy and happiness in the world coexisting with my pain.  As humans, we are connected in that way.   We grieve with each other, and we celebrate with each other.  Sometimes that makes life hard.  Sometimes, though, it makes life bearable.

Friday Fashion

If you know me well at all, you know I am obsessed with love clothes and fashion! Hence, this blog is a perfect outlet for my "fashion passion"! This time of year, we start putting away the flip flops, (which makes some people really resentful) and dig out our shoes and boots. There is a style that perfectly combines the two, which I must have adore!! The bootine is available at lots of different stores, but Payless has one that I love.


Isn't it gorgeous?! Even better..it's on SALE right now. Ahhh I want one!!!

So tell me what your favorite shoe/boot is! I'm all ears (=




An Endless Knot

I have stumbled across a living Endless Knot.

In the ancient Celtic world, and in Buddhist symbolism too, the endless knot is a reminder of the interconnectedness of all life.

Celtic Knots represent the intertwining or interweaving of two souls or spirits in undying love, as well as the mystery of no beginning and no end.  Figures of people and animals interweaving as a knot remind us of the interdependence of all creation.  Two or more strands laced together in an endless knot speak of humanity finding union with God, or of lovers pledging faithfulness.  Circle knots represent eternity and the cycles of life; and triangular knots of the Holy Three (Trinity – Father, Son and Holy Spirit), or of the natural unity of earth, sea and sky.

In Buddhism the Endless knot is a reminder of the connecting of all life in a continuum of cause and effect – ie, what goes around comes around.  It represents simplicity and harmony, the interplay and interaction of opposing forces, like a mammalian circulatory system.  It offers the understanding of oneness as the foundational reality of existence.  It depicts the flowing of time and movement within the greater reality of eternity, and it reminds us of the hidden connections between apparently separate things – our private prayer life and our public professional life, for example.

Because the knot has no end, it also functions as a reminder of divine wisdom and compassion, since they too are ever-flowing and endless and permeate all life.

Well – get this – I have discovered a really truly living Endless Knot!

Early in the Spring I undertook to be the secretary of our PCC (church council) at St John the Evangelist.  I thought I could do this okay, as I am familiar with the same layer of governing structures in the Methodist Church, and have been the Chair of the Church council in several Methodist Chapels during the years when I was a minister.

In the Methodist system, this is what happens.  Twice a year the Church Council meets.  At one of these meetings (so, annually) reports are received from the various groups within the church.  The secretary to the meeting takes notes and writes them up in the minute book, reading them out at the next meeting to be approved.  If any group fails to send in a report, the secretary would minute ‘no report’.  I thought it would be the same in the Church of England.  Hahahahaha no.

This is what happens.  Let me run you through from my first meeting.

23rd May we had a Standing Committee.  My job was to create and circulate its agenda, take notes and create minutes from them and circulate these to its members have first submitted them to our rector (the Chair of the Standing Cttee and the PCC) for his approval.  The Standing Committee exists to prepare for the PCC, and is therefore a sub-committee of the PCC, drawing up the agenda and making sure all aspects of church life are in suitably pre-digested form for the PCC to assimilate in 2 hours or less. 

So in a plastic wallet folder in the big file I then stash the minutes of the Standing Cttee,  on (say) the 24th May.

I have to send out the papers and agenda for the PCC about 7-10 days in advance, so I did that on May 27th or so.

6th June we had the PCC meeting for which the Standing Cttee had prepared, using the agenda that I created and circulated on May 27thish from the notes I made at the Standing Cttee on 23rd May, and the preparatory papers that I circulated from those garnered at the Standing Cttee.  In addition to circulating all papers in the first place I print and take copies for all members who have forgotten to bring theirs, don’t check their email, or check but don’t print off the papers.

So 7th June I typed up my notes from the PCC and stashed them in a plastic wallet folder in the big file.  But wait.  The minutes I have stashed have to be signed – but they can’t be signed until the next meeting of the PCC when they have been read and approved.

Then sometime in the first week of July I have to circulate all members of the Standing Cttee with a reminder that the next meeting is coming up.

Then 11th July we have another Standing Ctte for the PCC meeting of 25th July (my birthday – what a treat that was!), send out agendas, prepare PCC agenda, gather papers, take notes, create minutes and get them approved, stashing everything from this meeting in a plastic wallet folder in the big file

Then on 18th July I circulate all members with the papers and a reminder that the PCC will be happening.

25th July is the PCC, and I must make sure to remember to get the minutes out of the plastic folder for the PCC of 6th June (which by now is 6 weeks and 3 meetings back) so that they can be signed when the PCC has approved them and then put back in the file.  Meanwhile the minutes from this meeting will be similarly checked and stashed but can’t be signed off until the meeting of the PCC taking place on 19th September after the Standing Cttee of the 5th September that precedes it.

Reminder & circulate, Standing Cttee, Get minutes checked, File all papers, Reminder & circulate, PCC,  Get last PCC minutes signed, Get new minutes checked, File all papers.  That’s the cycle.

I am just now preparing for my 4th PCC meeting, coming up on October 24th.  In so doing I got in a terrible panic.  I went through the file to check everything was in order, and it wasn’t.  The minutes I had for 23rd may and 6th June weren’t signed copies, the minutes for September 19th hadn’t been signed either, I only had a signature on the July 25th meeting, and some of the folders contained no supporting papers, and some of the papers seemed to have the wrong date for the meetings of the folders in which they were filed.  Gasp! 


Well, it took me about two and a half hours, but finally I understood. 

The previous secretary, handing over in the Spring, told me I had to have two files – a secretary’s one that I keep and a vestry file.  She said the present vestry file was full and I’d need a new one.  So I set all this up, got a file for the vestry and put in the signed copies of the first two PCC meetings (23rd May and 6th June).  I duly took it to the vestry and guess what – not only was the old file full but so was the drawer it lived in.  I asked someone what to do, and she said when she had been PCC secretary she didn’t bother stashing anything in the vestry, she just kept it at home until she passed it on.  So then I didn’t know what to do, and in July and September I just kept the minutes in my own file while I thought about it.  But the signed minutes for 23rd May and 6th June are in the file I made that I stashed in my in-tray in the vestry because there didn’t seem to be anywhere else to put it.  And the minutes for 19th September haven’t been signed because we haven’t had the next meeting yet – it’s on 24th October, and they will be signed then.  Relief!!

And the reason the papers seem to be in the wrong files is because a) the papers relating to the Standing Ctte relate to both the PCC they precede and (in some instances) the PCC they follow – and b) of course some ongoing issues and projects span several Standing Cttees and PCCs as they slowly progress.  And, some papers (like the Financial Account and the Fabric report) will be dated the month before the meeting where they will be presented – or even the month before that if the PCC is at the beginning of the month, because they will have been presented at the Standing Cttee occurring about two weeks before the PCC and will have had to be drawn up and sent to me in time to circulate the members of the Standing Cttee a week before it takes place.  So I hadn’t lost anything, and I just had to decide for myself where in the rhythm of the dance to insert the wodge of papers each time.

As I slowly got my head round this huge circulatory system, it dawned on me that the whole thing is a massive Endless Knot mandala weaving in and out and around the life and worship of St Johns, holding all things together, keeping continuity and accountability. 

Looking more deeply, and allowing panic and natural aversion to subside, I saw that it was beautiful.

I have sent for some earrings with Endless Knots carved in yak bone from Nepal, to put on as part of my mindfulness preparations for each meeting of the Standing Cttee and the PCC.  



"The Hardest Thing To Do" book launch party

Well we had our launch party . . .

. . . it was really good fun!


dress code strictly medieval . . .


 . . . in keeping with a novel set in the fourteenth century . . .


The medieval music was superbulous!


Our church felt like just the right place to be . . .


Some of us were extra angelic for the occasion! ~


The Badger and I met through the Hawk & the Dove novels - he was my editor for the first edition in the UK back at the end of the 1980s!  So it felt like something had come full circle to be there together tonight . . .


Along with crusaders and admiring maidens . . .


Sir John de Walton and his fair ladye . . .


. . . various members of the aristocracy . . .


We had a fab story corner . . .






. . . for telling the story Who's the fool now? from The Hawk & the Dove trilogy to set the scene for The Hardest Thing To Do . . .




In fact I think overall you could say . . .


We had a good time!


Some more pics tomorrow!

Mighty oaks from little acorns grow

Another superb post from Zen Habits, here.  Who would not need to read this, not need the encouragement and reminder it offers?

Supported by Strangers

I have always believed in the power of dreams to teach us lessons that we are meant to discover.  I had a dream last week that made me think about my life in a new way.

In the dream, Ed was driving Mom and me to the grocery.  When we got there, he parked in a place that I thought was too far from the store, even though it was on even ground for Mom to maneuver.  So while they went into the store, I decided to re-park the car.  The next part, of course, is strange, as most dreams have those moments which don't make sense - but I ended up parking the car in a big crowded room of people sitting in folding chairs.  The room was full of these people, leaving only a sliver of an aisle on one side, just enough for me to squeeze the car in and drive it all the way to the front, which put me right smack in front of the grocery building.  I was pleased with myself about finding a parking space so close, but it was then that I realized Ed was going to freak out when he saw what I had done.  I myself was panicking!  On my own poor judgment, I had gotten the car wedged into a tight space, so tight that Ed would never be able to back it out, and besides, I couldn't even open the doors for him and Mom to get in when they came back to the car.  I was so upset at what a stupid thing I had done.  How could I have been so idiotic?

It was that moment in the dream that I happened to look around, and everyone in those chairs had seen my predicament and had voluntarily gotten up, moved their chairs over, and sat back down again, leaving me ample room for the car.  They had done this without my asking.  They had done it as strangers.  They had supported me in my time of desperation and had done what they could to help.  They had done it without fanfare, without demanding my gratitude; indeed, they had done it so quietly, I hadn't even realized I was being helped until it was over.

Looking back on my life, I realize I have been supported hundreds of times by total strangers, as well as friends and family who openly encouraged me, and friends, family and acquaintances who worked anonymously behind the scenes.  I was given their gifts, for the most part, without my asking, and many times, when I didn't deserve it - because, after all, I know how to make my own messes, my own poor decisions, and it's my own fault, right?  Yet, they were there through it all, without blame, without punishment, without lectures.  They got up, moved their chairs, and sat back down again.  They inconvenienced themselves for my benefit when they saw the need.

So you can see how coincidental it was that after that dream, another stranger inconvenienced himself to brighten our lives.

Mom listens to WDEA radio in Maine, and her favorite disc jockey is a guy named Rick Foster.  She loves his signature sign-off, something about asking his wife to put on the coffee pot, "I'm comin' home."  She talked about him enough that I finally decided to find his picture online so she could see what he looked like.  I found a photo on the station's web site, but it was too small for her to see clearly, so on the spur of the moment, I e-mailed Mr. Foster, explained the situation, and asked if he could send her a larger picture of himself by e-mail or regular mail.   He wrote back, saying he would be happy to do that, but "would she be up for a visit?" Oh, what a surprise was in store for Mom!

So on Wednesday afternoon, Rick and his sweet wife, Becky, drove to Hancock to see my mother.  She was shocked and overjoyed.  We had a wonderful visit, and Rick did indeed present her with an 8 x 10 autographed photo which I told her I would frame and hang on her wall.   Mom has since told the story of that visit to a few family members and friends - and I love to hear her tell it, because she is still shocked and excited that it ever happened.  As my sister, Joy, remarked, "We try so hard to find something to buy for Mother that will bring her pleasure, never really succeeding, and here it is - an experience like this, a relationship, a memory, that overshadows anything we could have possibly bought."

Look at it this way:  We took Mother away from her close friends and other relatives, her familiar surroundings, her house. We moved her to a place where she doesn't know anybody but family.   Her accident took away her easy mobility to walk around or drive a car.  Macular degeneration is taking her eyesight, rheumatoid arthritis is taking her fine motor skills, and the radio becomes a constant companion.   Rick Foster, who has been entertaining her through the airwaves, was gracious enough to visit her and lift her spirits, in turn giving her a story she is excited to pass on to whoever will listen.  Mr. Foster did this of his own initiative, without being asked, once he saw how he could make a difference.

Rick Foster - one of the many people in that room of my life, who got up and moved their chairs, inconvenienced themselves for me and those I love.  I am truly blessed.


For your inspiration and encouragement

I really like Leo Babauta's blog Zen Habits.


A couple of days ago he posted an entry entitled 7 Little Things That Make Life Effortless.  I've read it and been back to read it again once or twice.  It's one of those reminders that helps me re-orientate and set off again in the direction I was meant to be travelling in the first place.  Good Strengthening Medicine!

Background

I think I like this dark background and light words.  I spend a lot of time on the computer, punishing on the eyes, and this seems easy to read to me - plus the links are in orange so stand out very clearly; which is helpful, some readers hadn't realised the links were links, and the orange gives a better clue.


A drawback is that images with white surrounds look untidy now the background is not white - eg the graphic I put as the header and the changing sequence of book covers, darn it! Both tricky to work on!


What d'you think?

Spinning on from yesterday

If you read my blog entry for yesterday and the comments following it, you might have noticed links from Roberta and AbiSomeone.


I followed them up and read them.  Roberta's links were to a blog called Naked Capitalism, which I found very interesting, and she mentioned two entries in particular but didn't link directly to them, so it took me a minute or two to track them down.  In case you didn't have the patience to do that, you can get to them directly here and and here.  I found the second article also spoke compellingly to some of my puzzlement about marketing and self-promotion, engendering thoughts about trusting community rather than narrow media channels.   AbiSomeone gave us a link to the Kruse Kronicle's post quoting at some length from a article by Bruce Wydick in Christianity Today.  You can read the full article here, and again I found it very helpful.  Alice Yaxley linked us to this article by James Kwak. In his helpful and thoughtful articl her links us to the 99% tumblr - which you can find here and which again provokes reflection indeed!  Paula sent me a link to this article in the Daily Bell, via Facebook, giving a different perspective again.  If you read up that lot I guarantee you will be better and more intelligently informed about OccupyWallStreet than most!


And finally: I thought you might also be encouraged and cheered, as I was, by this inspiring and intelligent video about Richard Heinberg's constructive approach to the times we live in, here.  I love it.  I could watch it over and over.  Does my heart good.  Way to go.

Wait . . . but . . .

There’s a couple of things I have been turning over and over in my mind without finding my way to clear understanding.

So I guess you are invited to make this blog post a clearness committee and shine your fog lights on in.

The two issues are ~
a) Occupying Wall Street
b) Promotion of published books

Here follow the conundra.

Wall Street
A few of my friends, and one in particular, posts faithfully on Facebook about the occupation of Wall Street and other cities.  From these posts and links I have learned about the astonishing number of people involved in this groundswell of public response to greed and corruption in the higher echelons of government and corporate life, and about the interesting and sometimes surprising nature of the police response – they have not always come out of this well.  In the UK too, a similar sense of dissatisfaction and dismay pervades our consciousness as we watch politicians, bankers and big businessmen continue to skim off the increasingly thin layer of cream from the society of which they are a part.

My own view from the watchtower on this issue began in the early 1980s when Christian prophets spoke urgently of things that made little sense at the time but a lot now – about collapse of banking and social systems and being prepared for that.  I took the prophecies to heart and responded in my own way by working as and when I could to ensure that I acquired a habit of living very simply and shedding as many debts as possible, with a view to safeguarding freedom and flexibility for myself and my family.  Alerted by the prophets, I watched; and what I believe I have seen is a steady overgrowth of the kingdom of Mammon spreading like a slime mould until it has become so extensive that it has started to choke the life out of our society.  Knowing that Jesus said one cannot serve God and Mammon, there is a straight choice, they are mutually exclusive, I perceive the solutions to be what in old-fashioned terms is called ‘repentance’ – an about-face away from self-indulgence, self-centredness and selfishness, towards service, helping each other and living the freedom life of Gospel simplicity (love-centred frugality), practising wise boundaries as well as peace and kindness.  The way out of the mess we’re in is simple and basic: sharing and helping the weakest must replace grabbing and getting.   As far as I know, there is no other way out: the symptoms are fiscal but the sickness is spiritual.

So I have sympathy with the Occupy Wall Street movement’s concerns.  I agree with them that there is a problem, and that as usual the poorest and weakest are hurting most while the most able and comfortable seek to feather their nests handsomely.

My puzzlement is that I cannot see how the Occupation of Wall Street is going to help.  What are its objectives?  What is the expected outcome?  How is it modelling a better alternative?  In one of the videos a post on Facebook linked to, I saw a man interviewed about how he had tried, in protest against banking corruption, to withdraw all his savings from the Bank of America, in company with a number of friends intent on the same thing.  Alarmed, the bank refused him and his friends entry, and the video followed predictable lines of polemic about being a free country and his money etc, etc. 

Suppose for a minute that the bank had allowed the man in, and he and his friends had withdrawn all their money.  Suppose, fired with enthusiasm, a significant proportion of the hordes on the street had followed suit.  Then what? 

The recent looting riots in English cities followed a similar puzzling pattern.  Those interviewed mainly said that they were sick of the corruption of the rich and powerful and wanted to demonstrate that they could do what they liked and no-one could stop them.   I heard of a cartoon in the wake of the riots that showed a couple of people going to the post office to draw their benefit money, then realising they wouldn’t be getting any because they’d burnt down the post office.

Surely the way to reform society is not to sit on the street and shout but to have a clear alternative plan and set about the slow, arduous task of implementing it.  The lifestyle of the Old Order Amish and Mennonites and of communities in monastic life could point the way for us.

So my first conundrum is that, while I agree our social habits have brought about our undoing, I fail to see how occupying Wall Street addresses the ills of our national and international life in the same way that I fail to see how shouting “YELLOW!” would answer the question of someone who asked “Which road will take me to the station?”

Can anybody shed further light?

Moving on

to

Promotion of published books
My literary agent has frequently impressed upon all of us whom he represents, that we the authors must take responsibility for the marketing and promotion of our own work.  Publishers commission or select, edit, evaluate likely success, prepare for publication, handle production, assist us in going through related formal and legal hoops, set in place some initial publicity – and then it’s over to us to build our platform, talk up our work, and generally get it out there.

Being essentially no good at this aspect of professional writing but moderately intelligent and keen to learn, I have watched and thought and watched some more – and I am getting more puzzled not less.

The accepted wisdom is that a writer must network without cessation – using every available avenue open to them – Facebook, Twitter, every writer’s page they can find, every blog they can haunt; whatever it takes to promote the product of their published work.  Get articles in as many magazines as possible, get on the radio, the TV – get heard, get seen, PROMOTE!

I am not great at this.  The perceived need for self-promotion was, I confess to you, my motive in starting this blog and in acquiring a Facebook page.  But as well as wishing to promote my cause as a writer, I am interested in you as a reader – and as a thinker and writer in your own turn.  I go on Facebook because I’m supposed to, as a published writer, but what I do there is try to promote the cause of goodness and truth, speak for the oppressed and forgotten, and be a good friend to the individuals I meet there.  On this blog I share with you my wondering and praying, my grief and joy and perplexity, offering you a window into my soul and my life.    But my conscience has been goaded by the urging of literary agents on the internet, who speak as one voice in advising us to network, network, network - use the free publicity of friends and acquaintances both wild and cultivated in the endless pursuit of self-promotion.

  
In faithfulness to my agent and publisher, I have to try to do better.  Doing my best at writing is not enough.  So I have looked carefully at the example of others who are able and successful at self-promotion, and what I have seen has left me profoundly puzzled. 

Writer A is in every magazine talking up the fact that she is a writer, reviewing other people’s writing and regaling us with the progress of her own.  She is admirable at putting herself about, but seems short of anything interesting to say.  As far as I can make out, she has not actually successfully completed her book.  But, by golly, when she has we shall know about it!

Writer B is a scribing veteran, author of a considerable body of work.  He posts mercilessly on every achievement, not waiting to win a prize to let us know he is on the short list, reporting every accolade (sometimes in duplicate).  A staunch friend to all fellow-writers, he is lavish in his praise for the work and achievements of any who seek his support.  So lavish, in fact, that when I see his opinion on someone’s work in print, I disregard it; it’s just another form of networking, harnessing the gratitude of other writers in the cause of self-promotion.  I began to frequent a writers’ page, thinking it might be an interesting place to be, but quickly ceased to go there; Writer B and those like him flooded it with self-promoting posts about their achievements until it became nothing but a column of small-ads, boring and wearing.  Each one stood up and shouted his wares until all that we had was cacophony, and nobody left to listen.

Writer C is a shrewd businessman.  He never appears online except to promote himself and his work.  I can’t tell you any more about him, because my initial interest evaporated.  I don’t really see myself as a punter, but he obviously does.

Writer D is a bit more canny.  She writes about her life as well as her books, she is endearing and funny and lively, and she takes the trouble to 'like' our comments on her Facebook posts.  But association with her is a one-way flow; she is there for self-promotion, and you can take it or leave it.  Increasingly, I leave it.

Writer E appears to be more relational still.  She offers many creative give-aways and writes in a very personal, intimate style, speaking of those who frequent her blog as a community, encouraging her readers to add her blog button to their blogs as they unite in the satisfying fellowship of . . . er . . . well . . . of promoting her, really . . .  She is not available for contact though; replies are not forthcoming.  I know this because, impressed by her success, I asked if we might seek a commendation from her for a book of mine.  My indefatigable publishers did what they could, but Writer E was too busy writing about how precious and valuable we all are to even take the time to turn us down.  Hey, who can blame her? A woman has only so many hours in one day - and self-promotion is very, very greedy of time.

20 years ago, before we all got so savvy about this, I wrote a trilogy of novels called The Hawk & the Dove. My US publisher, Crossway, kept it in print all these years.  This gave it the time it needed for word of mouth to promote it.  Even to the present day people are still discovering it for the first time.  Just while I was writing this blog post an email came in from a lady who wanted to thank me for writing it, because she had just discovered it, read it in 2 days, and it had blessed her.  If you look for reviews of it online, you will want to read it for yourself, because everyone says it’s a wonderful, amazing, life-changing series of books.  I would venture to suggest that this is because the right people read it.  I wrote it to try and express certain Gospel truths as best I could, and the Lord  in His goodness made the connections – it found its way into the right hands, where it could bring blessing and speak to hearts that needed what it had to offer.

This summer, the first of some novels continuing the series was published, The Hardest Thing To Do.   Twenty years is a long time, and marketing practice has changed a lot since the first trilogy came out.  This time the book has not been left to wend its way into the hands of readers.  My publisher is brilliant, and my publicist there has worked her socks off ensuring that it gets read and gets reviewed.   Crossway is every writer’s dream publisher, and the promotion they offer goes way beyond what most publishing houses offer.  Best of all I love the way they respect the text, seeing each manuscript as a book not as a product.   As a result, their catalogue reflects honest thought and real meaning – the works on their shelves are not shallow. But their support and hard work as publicists is just fantastic.  If you Google ‘The Hardest Thing To Do’, you’ll see what I mean.  They have got it out there beyond my wildest dreams.

So last night, I had a look at some reviews, and this gave me pause for thought.   Those who wanted to read the book – because it intrigued them or a friend recommended it or they knew the original series or had heard of it – really, really love it.  They find it powerful, transforming, satisfying.  If you look at the reviews on Amazon, which are placed by readers who felt moved to say something about it, you will come away thinking, ‘This must be a good book’.

But in the great wave of reviews there are also many readers who find it mediocre – dull, pointless, impossible to finish.   Of course, this will inevitably be so; there are even people who think Shakespeare is boring.  But it did make me stop and think.  I wondered, might it not have been better to let this grow the old, slow way?  To place it into the hands of those we knew would love it, and just wait for them to tell their friends, let work of mouth do the trick again?  Might it not be better to have a smaller body of overwhelmingly positive reviews than a larger body of mixed reviews?  Or doesn’t it matter what people are saying as long as they are saying something?

In the last few weeks I have been really struggling with this question of self-promotion.   I have some more novels planned to take the Hawk & the Dove series to ten volumes, if my publisher feels enough confidence in the series to travel that far with me, but I am not confident that I have the ability to promote as the modern market-place requires.  I feel a strong instinctive preference for the hidden way of doing what I believe I was sent here to do, walking honestly and quietly in a path of simplicity, giving the best of myself to the sowing and trusting the Lord for the harvest.

And, bearing in mind Ecclesiastes 9:10~ Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest ~ I want to apply myself to doing day by day, hour by hour, the work of God according to the light that is in me.  I would rather not turn my soul into a trampling stock-exchange of shouting voices.

This poem is what I mean.

I feel both nervous and ashamed about this – that I might be letting down my publisher and my agent.  Yet when I look at the tireless efforts of writers who work the social media to the max, their approach leaves me cold, and turns me off reading their work completely.

What to do?

So, friends – your wisdom and insight on the matters of occupying Wall Street and self-promotion of published work are sought and awaited.

AFTERTHOUGHT - my laptop wallpaper at the present time includes a quotation from James D Miles:
"You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him."

Monday Musings - When God Ran

The story of the prodigal son has always touched me in a deep way, especially since it reveals the incredible heart of love our Father has for His children. I have always struggled to really believe this in my heart, even though I know it to be true in my head. But it's especially hard to accept when I've sinned or just feel distant from God. The song "When God Ran", by Phillips, Craig & Dean, has long been a favorite of mine. It captures the essence of this story beautifully and blesses me every time I hear it, so I wanted to share it with you! No matter where you are today, your Father knows and He loves you. Run into His arms!




Almighty God, the great I am
Immovable rock, omnipotent, powerful, awesome Lord
Victorious warrior, commanding King of Kings
Mighty conqueror, and the only time
the only time I ever saw Him run



CHORUS:
Was when He ran to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice He said,
“Son do you know I still love you?”
He caught me by surprise when God ran



The day I left home I knew I’d broken His heart
And I wondered then if things could ever be the same
Then one night I remembered His love for me
And down that dusty road ahead I could see
It was the only time – it was the only time I ever saw Him run



And then He ran to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice He said,
“Son do you know I still love you?”
He caught me by surprise as He brought me to my knees
When God ran – I saw Him run to me



BRIDGE:
I was so ashamed, all alone and so far away
But now I know He’s been waiting for this day

I saw Him run to me, He took me in His arms Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice I felt His love for me again

He ran to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son”, He called me Son
He said, “Son do you know I still love you?”
He ran to me and then I ran to Him
When God ran


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2WhRD9TZ-U&feature=related

Baby News!!!

We are the proud parents of a little girl ~ Hadassah Jo!! She was born on her due date and weighed 6 lbs and 12 oz.




She stole her daddy's heart from the moment she was born! He can hardly wait to get home to see "his two girls". [Yes, I have competition!] Almost everyone says she looks like her papa. What do you think?




I love being a mommy!! But  it still doesn't seem real that this precious baby is my daughter!!! Except, of course, when she wakes me up in the middle of the night. Then there's not much of a question! ha It's a challenging stage - this newborn phase - but I'm trying to soak up every moment because I know it won't last long. I love her tiny fingers and toes, the little grunts she makes when she's sleeping and the rare smiles we get.




This gift of life ~ it's a miracle! She makes us a family and completes us in a way I couldn't imagine. We love you, Hadassah!!