Now There’s a Story…

When trying to make sense of something, I write about it, tell stories about my world, share what I found out. The dialogue that ensues is so enlightening…

I have this idea for organizing my life’s writings into a collection, with Themes from a lifetime of living, loving, teaching, learning, helping, feeling, sparkling on command, living a life in the culture of busy-ness and ADHD, Cancer and wellness challenges, being a Workhorse, making sense of impossibilities, being Maid then Mother then Crone, being a BabyBoomer forced to compete to stay within the top 10% of the bell curve, and now living Sylvia’s 3rd Third.

Living in the moment is a reminder about time and place; in this time and this place we live, we focus, we make tomorrow’s history; in this way, we learn to make better time-and-place choices.

Now There’s another Story…

… see you in the dialogue
Workhorse Sylvia


“I have my Pride, you know!”

My feet are firmly planted,
my stance is forward leaning,
my face is protruding with lips curled forward into a snarl
and my brow is furrowed forward.

In front of me is the problem,
standing there all 5 feet of her.
Her fists clenched,
her lips incessant and demanding,
and, she is crying.

In this classroom of ours,
there are rules,
agreements made together on first day
by which all must live
if we are to achieve the expected outcomes,
if we are to succeed in passing those benchmarks
and move on to the next
And if we are to allow others to move forward, too.

Trouble is,
we are not aligned with each other’s expectations.
We understand the agreements
But from differing perspectives and needs.

I need
to look like I have good classroom management.
to be a conduit of reason and wisdom
to be strong enough to place my own personal needs aside
and minister only unto her needs
to ensure an equal share of all this
to each and every other in the room.

She is going on and on
About her own needs
Demanding and insisting
That she has her rights and her pride
That she is grown enough to make her own decisions
That I am a silly old hag and a fat bitch.

That if she doesn’t want to focus on this subject
Right now, then that is her right.
And I should just **** off, eat ****, and die!

And I have my own pride, you know!
Best wisdom
Is to turn, disengage, open my fridge
Grab a can of pop, pull the tab
Let the cool liquid
wash the sick feeling
out of my mouth
Down my throat!
Before the sour taste registers,
I realise
that I have grabbed
a can of beer,
secreted in behind the pop
Saved for the staff do after school.
Who’ll believe thT!

“Sigh; Pride goes before a fall!”

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This Comment came at a Good Time…

“First off I want to say wonderful blog! I had a quick question that I’d like to ask if you do not mind.
I was curious to know how you center yourself and clear your
head prior to writing. I’ve had a hard time clearing my thoughts in getting
my ideas out. I truly do take pleasure in writing but it just seems like
the first 10 to 15 minutes are wasted simply just
trying to figure out how to begin. Any recommendations or hints?

This comment came to me at a good time…I had been sucked into some kind of vacuum where there was no ink, no paper, no keyboard, no actual work on paper… I have ideas, really brilliant ones, pop into my head and I tell myself that is the topic for the next piece of writing. And I don’t write the topic down, and I don’t belly up to the keyboard every single day, and my deadlines are looming closer and closer (… One tomorrow, in fact). And when I finally sit down to write, all those brilliant ideas tantalize me from just outside my reach, becoming more distant from conscious thought.

I think about writing every day. I notice things worthy of note every day. My curiosity is piqued every day, demanding that I thrash about and research until my head is satisfied that I have fully addressed the particular topic, every day.

My writing blogsite has 703 comments that I have not yet read. They do pop up while I am on my iPad, so I notice the first line when each notification arrives. And this one caught my eye!

One of my favourite places to hide while procrastinating is a great Writer’s Workshop from Hay House. It is expensive. It has many dozens of hours of presentations, each one containing at least one aha idea. Writers that are familiar to me and admired by me are the speakers. And they hold out the carrot that one, only one (of the 900+ writers registered for the course) will be chosen to be picked up by Hay House…dream come true, right?
And Balboa, the sister publisher, has come to me ready with a publishing package to help me to move forward to realizing my lifelong dream of putting my stories out there, because “A Story Shared is a Journey Enlightened”, right? just as my blog tagline says?

After more than sixty years of picking up a pencil and watching as majyk flowed from its tip onto the blank page, I am halted.
According to the gurus, I am suffering from self limiting beliefs that I allow to keep me from my destiny, from realizing this dream.

And here I sit, at my keyboard again, with this week’s Writing Group topic crooking its finger at me, demanding my effort and conformity and full presence in returning to the majyk. And up pops a notification from the writing blog that starts with, “First off, I want to say wonderful blog!”

So, what Enlightenment do I have to offer?
-Regiment and regulate myself
-begin with the end in mind…not the big giant overwhelming end, but the end of this story, of this challenge met, of this response to someone who took the time to complement me and my work, of meeting this small deadline and then on to the big gigantic deadline.
-decide to stand up and be counted by my dream. Could I live with myself if I did not realize my dream because of a lethal loss of accountability?
-notice something, and go to the keyboard … Straight away, with energy and enthusiasm, turning idea into words, using every bit of commitment and flourish and command of language and emotion that I possess to enlighten both myself and the reader.
-the keyboard is my muse, along with the majyk that falls onto the page.
-just do it, do it right, do it right now. Do it so even the harshest critic (myself) will have no choice but to say, “Nailed it!”

Z by S



Farm As Reviewed by Me (With apologies to authors of actual concrete poetry)

Though I live on a family farm that has been in my husband’s family for 200 years, I am a town girl.
When I met my husband, I had much appreciation for him, for his rural lifestyle, for the work of the farm, for the rhythm of family life on a dairy farm.
Farm life has much to recommend it:
-the family sits at the same table for three meals a day
-farm work is noble work, back-breaking, requiring cleverness and intelligence and education/knowledge, rewarding, vital to society, and it offers the rare-in-the-workplace satisfaction of looking back at the end of the day to be able to see your completed work
-though I attempted to be helpful and willing to learn, my skills were missing required ability. When I chucked the tractor and the load of bales were dropped off the wagon, when the bales came up into the desperately hot hayloft and they had to be placed just so while avoiding the hole at the ladder to downstairs and keeping up to the elevator bringing the bales up to the mow I realised two things: I had no idea how to do this, and I was more hindrance than help. I was a happy girl the day my new husband and I came to realise that the family farm was retiring. My children might know the family values of farm life, but not they would not learn to depend absolutely on every family member to make farm life and business work.
I still appreciate the saying, “Did you eat today? Thank a farmer!”







What is that bell?
What’s it telling me?
So many bells
calling to me…
Back and back and back, to rediscovery.

Dinner bell’s call to table.
Alarm clock’s reveille.
Meditation tone to focus.
Church bells call to worship.
Town clock’s bell peals scheduling.
School bell’s meaning changing
from student days to teaching days.
Warning bells also a..bound.
Dinging line’s-end on typewriter.
Trolley bells ring Watch out!
Septic system rings alarm.
Silver bells say celebrate.
Deep bell tones warning me,
Bell tones away carry me
Tiny bells sweetly sing to me.
Some can tingle with their jingle sweet.
Carillon bells resonate my core.
Children’s bells reminisce.
Holyday bells gather me close.

Bells are a category all their own in our modern days of bells and whistles and sirens and drones and music and electronics full gamut of sound options.
The bells still ring from the depths of my experience. Mum on the piano playing Carol of the Bells still has the ability to reach deep inside of me and find something good and warming and ap-peal-ing resonating in the deepest and best part of me…

As the media tries to gear us up for overdoing the holyday season in every way, I return to Carol of the Bells, its poignant tones and lyrics that harken me back to what is the true reason that my true self pauses and celebrates holyday season.
Happy Trails
Workhorse Sylvia

My alltime favourite music that uses bells is Carol of the Bells. My mother used to play this on the piano.
Later on, Carol of the Bells was popularized on stage and in movies. The Home Alone movie brought those childhood memories back. TransSiberian Orchestra also staged their version, dedicating their work to the spirit of humanity even to war ravaged places such as those on Christmas Eve.

Carol of the Bells
The Carol of the Bells lyrics were added to the original folk music from the Ukraine by Peter Wilhousky. The lyrics and words to this popular Christmas song celebrate the festive season and its traditions such as the pealing of church bells at Christmas and of the singing of Christmas Carols – caroling.
The original Ukrainian lyrics to the song was entitled Shchedryk meaning bountiful and were traditionally sang to celebrate the New Year.
Carol of the Bells Lyrics
Hark how the bells,
sweet silver bells,
all seem to say,
throw cares away
Christmas is here,
bringing good cheer,
to young and old,
meek and the bold.
Ding dong ding dong
that is their song
with joyful ring
all caroling.
One seems to hear
words of good cheer
from everywhere
filling the air.
Oh how they pound,
raising the sound,
o’er hill and dale,
telling their tale.
Gaily they ring
while people sing
songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here.
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas,
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.
On on they send,
on without end,
their joyful tone
to every home.
Ding dong ding… dong!
Carol of the Bells Lyrics

Wikipedia speaks or the Origins:
Origins Edit
Main article: Shchedryk (song)

Composer Mykola Leontovych
The song is based on a traditional folk chant. It was associated with the coming New Year, which, in pre-Christian Ukraine, was originally celebrated with the coming of spring in April. (This explains why the original Ukrainian text speaks about a swallow returning and lambs being born.)

With the introduction of Christianity to Ukraine, and the adoption of the Julian calendar, the celebration of the New Year was moved from April to January, and the holiday with which the chant was originally associated became Malanka (Ukrainian: Щедрий вечір Shchedry vechir), the eve of the Julian New Year (the night of 13–14 January in the Gregorian calendar). The songs sung for this celebration are known as Shchedrivky.

The original Ukrainian text tells the tale of a swallow flying into a household to proclaim the plentiful and bountiful year that the family will have.[1] The title is derived from the Ukrainian word for “bountiful”. The period for the birth of animals and the return of swallows to Ukraine, however, does not correspond to the current calendar season of winter.

Composition and translation Edit
It was introduced to Western audiences by the Ukrainian National Chorus during its concert tour of Europe and the Americas, where it premiered in the United States on October 5, 1921 at Carnegie Hall.[2] A copyrighted English text was created by Peter Wilhousky in the 1930s,[citation needed] and since then it has been performed and sung during the Christmas season. Its initial popularity stemmed largely from Wilhousky’s ability to perform it to a wide audience in his role as arranger for the NBC Symphony Orchestra, trained especially for Arturo Toscanini.[3] The song would later be assisted to further popularity by featuring in television advertisements for champagne.[3] An alternate English version (“Ring, Christmas Bells”) featuring more Nativity-based lyrics, written by Minna Louise Hohman in 1947,[4] is also common.[citation needed]

The original work was intended to be sung a cappella by mixed four-voice choir. Two other settings of the composition were also created by Leontovych: one for women’s choir (unaccompanied) and another for children’s choir with piano accompaniment. These are rarely performed or recorded.

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                                                                 Reiki Master Sylvia Melba Christie McGee

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Come to Writing Group

When a friend asked me if I was interested in going with her to Writing Group, I was intrigued. Having just gotten my feet wet, realizing a longtime dream, posting on my new blog website, organizing a lifetime’s writings into some semblance of order, my head filled with the possibilities of hearing other authors share their own enthusiasm for writing.

Thursdays, we gather at the public library, heading straight through to a separate meeting room just beyond the children’s section, with all the library’s authors whispering their ideas like confetti over our passage.

First night there, I arrived prepared to work on my latest piece, set up my iPad with my new keyboard, opened my draft, poised my fingers over the keys….when we were welcomed by our leader. He reminded us that we ensure our reading was 8 minutes max, so everyone would have their turn.

Realization dawned that I should have prepared ahead of time … and I hadn’t … my embarrassment about being caught without my homework done was ringing in my ears. And then the readings began. There was a pre-assigned theme or word, and each offering was a unique reflection of the author’s own take on the concept.

We are all ages and genders and backgrounds and interests, yet we are interwoven by a common theme and by our commitment to these weekly meetings.

New Year

As we look back over our path thro 2014, then forward to where 2015 might take us…check out this wonderful roads website.
Thanks for sharing the path and for the discussions pursuing the answers together…
Happy New Year.








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