I’m consolidating my two sets of writing onto my Sirena Tales site at http://www.sirenatales.wordpress.com. I hope this will make things simpler and easier for reading what I’ve got to offer.
My writing experience reminds me of that quotation “[s]ometimes on the way to a dream you get lost and find a better one” (thanks, Lisa Hammond). When I started writing about my Santa Hat experiences a year ago, I thought my writing would end with that holiday season.
But, no! I was bitten–or smitten– by the writing bug, and I have loved ever since writing about cultivating a sense of passion and enchantment throughout the year. So much so that the expanded quest for everyday enchantment has subsumed the wonderful, but finite, magic of the holiday season.
Soooooo, to integrate all I’m discovering on this broader journey and to avoid confusion, I’ll be housing all of my posts on that Sirena Tales site. I will continue to focus on the magic of the arts, beauty, kindness, humor, creativity, cooking, generosity that make every day life shimmer. (That’s the plan right now, anyway–but see above re: “[s]ometimes on the way to a dream….”)
My Santa Hat moments from here on in will be posted there as part of the overall tapestry, amidst the other threads of enchantment. I hope you’ll visit!
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And if he does, how does he handle it? I’ve been wondering this over the past several days when I’ve been feeling pretty blue sailing through some rough seas.
Trying for cheery posts for the blog, I’ve come up dry. It didn’t seem fitting to write something really sad, so that as much as I wanted to craft a post, I couldn’t.
I’ve even been struggling with getting that Hat on. Or I’ve had to swipe tears away hastily when I’ve been out in public. Should I take the Santa Hat off if I’m crying, the way I did a few days ago? It feels wrong to be teary while wearing the hat of a “jolly old elf.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crying Santa and didn’t feel like blazing that trail then.
Yesterday, I decided not to wear my Santa Hat to a challenging event. Just couldn’t put on the show. Plus, I thought that maybe if I gave it a break, I’d come back strong today. I decided that instead of staying silent, I’d pose my question to the Universe about Santa and sadness. I have to say that writing has once again worked its magic in shifting things so that they feel better, clearer.
I did wear my Hat today, and loved a few delightful encounters. I’m hoping that I may still be able to get back in the game. I remind myself of my post about how it can be tough to be joyful–I’m feeling it. I’m wondering if I just need to keep showing up, with my Santa Hat and my good intentions.
Wishing you joy….