Words are a gift and a tool. . .

. . . to be used for building and sharing.

It’s funny how a writer can go for a while without writing and they don’t lose their title of “writer”. I have raised quite a stir at times when I chat with my proof reader Carrie and my editor Rachel, as I have called myself a “wroter” which, of course, is a writer who “has written” a thing or two. Today I sit in my office with what to me seems like things worth sharing, highlights I suppose of this particular writers’ adventure.

Let’s start with a “Heart-warming” moment that occurred with my new big black equine friend Dracula. If you have read anything I have written, you will know I am a spiritual individual, I believe in energy, I believe we are all energy, sharing the same flow of life, and animals are on a level all their own. Animals communicate without judging, they speak every language, and for the most part, they tolerate humans unconditionally, because we choose to look after them they learn to communicate with us.

So, there I was, on a typical morning of chores feeding and hugging the herd of six including Drac, but this morning was a little different. I was greeted as usual by Paris, followed closely by Vienna mare and Katie, but Drac was not moving, he stayed in the lean-to with just his head showing, watching me sharing my hugs with the mares. Well, I have learned a little over this last while and one of the things I have learned is if there is a bond there is an attraction, instead of going to him, I turned my back and thought of him, before I could reach a count of ten I felt that wonderful soft nudge (soft for a thousand-pound friend) on my back, he came to me for his hug… it’s the little things in life that fill my heart with joy.

Now on to a book moment, my awesome editor Rachel and I have completed Vol VIII of series two and will be working shortly on Vol IX, and as always I take these opportunities to make sure she knows just how incredible she is for doing what she does so well, Thank you Rachel. I hope to have everything done for a November launch of series two along with a second edition (reprint) of Series One to get out to the world for Christmas. This of course is my way of letting the Universe know it’s going to happen and to help me find that sponsor or investor to help with publishing costs.

Things that happen have a reason you know

They give you a chance for a smile to show.




Teaching is sharing. . .


. . . sharing is learning.

I was so thrilled and honored to be welcomed into a group of amazing ladies here in Calgary at The Further Education Society: http://www.furthered.ca.

The work they do is phenomenal. I never imagined my little book would ever be so welcomed or so useful to so many people—those struggling to find balance and focus, those learning to read, and those seeking inner strength and belief in themselves.

The ladies asked me if I would be interested in attending one of the many group sessions that are put together to bring people together.  The people in these groups sometimes need some inspiration—some help to guide them down a path of learning and self-recognition. I agreed, elated, as this is something I can speak to. I write my books from my heart, and the words and feeling I put into them come from many lifetimes of listening, and watching, and learning.  My words of inspiration are shared with positive energy, they are not intended to cure every broken heart or mend every tired soul (although I wish I could) but more to help individuals find their own light, and to help remind them just how wonderful they really are.

My words are smiles wrapped in hugs. They are life lessons I have learned along my journey. My spirit guide, the Raven, who has walked with me and shared my path, shares these words with me. He has taught me how to listen to the drums that call me to dance, how to recognize winds of change, and how to soar, high above the lands and sea, to a place where I can watch life happen.

As a new author, publishing my own work, I never know from one day to the next who will pick up my book, who will read it and simply enjoy the warmth of the smiles or start to amble down a path of self-awareness and in turn share a smile.

And I’ve never known from one day to the next if what I’ve been doing is worth all the work: until now. These women of the Further Education Society have been out there with the battered and the abused, the uneducated and the forgotten, and the new souls seeking the right way to just belong. To hear them say what a wonderful thing my little book is has put a smile in my heart that will last for many lifetimes to come, and a tear filled with warmth and caring in these grey eyes.

For all of you out there who aren’t sure if you are good enough or capable enough to do something meaningful, or to be successful, I say believe in you, believe in everything you do and know from this point forward that everything you do means something to somebody. Sometimes the smallest of efforts can change the way you look at life, and can change the way a life looks.

Believe in who you be, for the world may not know you exist, but being makes you a part of existence.



Ask the questions. . .


. . . to find the answers.


So here I am again, proud, happy, and still grateful for my accomplishments so far but feeling uneasy because I haven’t done enough. When I agreed with myself to take this challenge on and create a book (or two), I knew absolutely nothing about it. Today, I still don’t feel like a writer. Sure, I write every day, but the title is still not fitting. Or I suppose it fits, but it’s itchy.

I am of a stubborn DNA strand. My Dad was old-school Hungarian—very proud, very determined, and very willing to take on a challenge—and of course back in his day, there was no Google, so he learned by experience. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” but occasionally it rolls a little. I am stubborn enough to get through this on my own, but I am also smart enough to know I need help. Whom do I ask? Whom can I trust? And HOW do I ask for help when I don’t even know the questions I need to ask?

The answers to these questions came to me one at a time over a long period of trial and error. First, I need to ask the people who have helped me get to where I am how to move forward. Second, I should trust the people who believe and trust in me to point me in the right direction. And third, I will learn that every question is the right question for me because I want to learn.

Life is full of situations, often with no real right or wrong solutions. Chances are good there will always be a lesson to learn, but we all learn different things different ways. The day will come when you finish your first book and you want to learn what to do next, the questions may get harder to ask. When you find yourself standing in the middle of a vast selection of publishers, promoters, marketers, publicists, and people who may or may not know what they’re doing, how do you choose ONE? How do you know the one you choose is the right one? These choices create some questions and possibly some research.

Sometimes you just have to trust how you feel and how others feel. Has the person you’re considering ever failed? Has he/she shared the lessons of his/her failures? Are you confident that he/she will help you move forward? Everything that has ever been or ever will be started with a first. The first man on the moon had no one to ask what it was like or what to expect.  But you can be sure everyone who followed went to him for answers, and researched just how to take that first step.

I have stepped up again. I am learning very quickly that in the world of books there is always a path to follow—whether the path leads somewhere is up to you. Trust yourself, ask the questions, believe in yourself, and feel comfortable knowing you are not the first person to get to where you are going. And if you fail at something in the process, you will certainly not be the first. Learn from your failures and share the lessons, then write another book. The words are in you.


Success will come after several tries, and maybe a fail or two,

But every time you try again, it will make a stronger you.




For every beginning. . .


. . . there is an end.

With the recent passing of a very special soul in my world, I was left wondering about life and the things we consider important at any given time. I thought about  the things we choose to spend our time on. I thought about how we all begin our life stories the same way, and how many of us are oblivious to the end of them until they are upon us.

I choose to spend time writing about life —inspirational quotations and poems that come from my heart. Every day I share something different through a form of social media. I have no thoughts of a beginning or an end; my writing involves that which occurs in between. I looked today for something inspiring to share about life ending but could find only the following words, which are etched into my soul:  “For every beginning there is an ending, and for every story there must be a front and back cover—one to open and one to close.”

I realized while chatting with a friend that our lives are so busy, so involved with choices and options, so centered around success and failure that we (as humans) only take the time to think about the end of a life story when the story is completed, when the author of a lifetime has written his or her last words. That is the reality of an ending. We then usually take a moment to consider our own mortality—only a moment, however, and then we resume our hectic lives with the memories of a book that has closed its covers.

My life story began over half a century ago. I have not yet written a beginning, nor have I thought about an ending. I will, however, continue to write about life; I will inspire as best I can; I will share my thoughts about how important and precious life is; and I will share the sadness of those consumed with the inevitable ending of us all. But we must remember that we will never be gone, nor forgotten. Each life becomes a book that is placed on a shelf in the minds of those who had a part in it. Each life is a book that never grows old, and one that can be read over and over again.

One step, one day, one page at a time, we try to live by being free;

The stories of life that we have shared will soon become our legacy.



Make sure you know where your center is. . .


. . . before you seek the edge.


Well, here we are—a new year is upon us, and already I am planning my adventures: which roads to take, which paths to walk. First thing on the agenda is to get smarter about marketing, with the guidance and wisdom of Beth from Author Connections.

Next up, full steam ahead with volume II of BawB’s Raven Feathers, already in the capable and talented hands of Rachel from Faultless Finish Editing. Then off to chat with our newly appointed designer, Fiona Raven, such wonderful energy.


I will also make time this year to see as many people as I possibly can, and I mean really see them, physically. I have realized that once we have been swallowed up by the time bubble, it is impossible to recognize how fast time really passes, and before we know it, another year has passed. So this year, I am choosing to make the time to get on my motorcycle or hop in the camper and do what should come naturally—say hello, face to face.


I had the pleasure of seeing some folks over the holidays who reminded me of the dangers of “wishing we would have” and “feeling we should have.” One of the unfortunate side effects of growing older is seeing everybody around you grow older too. Things seem happen more quickly, the older we get, and sometimes our actions have more drastic consequences. For example, the “I’ll get around to it” never comes.


It is important to determine the center of your life, the place where you can find balance. From this place you can see the edges of your life for 360 degrees and can head out in any direction with the comfort of knowing you can return to the center at any time. If you are grounded in your center, it becomes easier to make time to do the things you need to do without getting lost or overloaded.


Stay balanced, stay focused, and for goodness’ sake, stay in touch with people. Remember your energy is fluid—it travels with the wind. Attach a smile to it and share your thoughts. People need to know you are out there; you need to share in the energy of the world. Stay positive, stay active, mentally and physically, and above all, know where the center of your life is and believe in you.


You are the one who knows you best, so believe in who you are.

It never hurts to dream sometimes, or wish upon that star.