Leave Me Alone. I’m Writing!

Leave me alone. I’m writing.

Christopher Jennings Penders

 

My friend, Mike Allton inspired today’s column when he shared:
12 Things You Should Never Say To A Writer

 

Before I start this column, let me say, I’m aware that many of you may see the above quote and think:
Wow!  That’s kind of harsh.

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Let me just say sometimes in order to create boundaries we need to be harsh.  To protect ourselves.

 

I’m sure writers everywhere have experienced interruptions with the person doing the interrupting saying something like:
Oh, you’re only writing and you can’t take a moment to talk?  Or something to that effect

 

It’s the only writing thing that disturbs me more than being interrupted because THAT ONE phrase trivializes what we do. It seems as if ALL artists are spoken to this way.

 

–Would you interrupt a lawyer in the middle of a trial?
–Would you interrupt a chef while they were cooking?
I think not?

 

Then why is it alright to do so to an artist?  Because art, ANY KIND of art is no longer taken seriously.  We consider it a hobby, something people do to pass the time; not as a vocation, not as something one does to get paid. This is also reflected in the world when someone asks if you can give your work away without compensation. There is an overall lack of respect for artists in general and I find it shameful that it still happens.  

 

Writers matter.  For without the written word, society would cease to exist. So the next time you consider interrupting a writer while they are working, AFTER they have already said as much (And YES. I said working) think about whether you would do the same to someone in another field.  It’s why when I write, I don’t answer my phone, or respond to texts or emails.  Most of my friends and family now understand that IF I don’t respond, it means that I’m working.  And on the off chance that I do pick up a ringing phone and say I’m writing and I can call back later, MOST people understand.  It took some conditioning to get the point across and yes there are STILL SOME times when I need to recondition.  For the most part however, people now respect me when I say I can call back later.  I even have an outgoing message on my phone that says I may be writing.

 

Anything we can do to get across the understanding that yes, for some of us, writing is much more than just a hobby.  

 

For me, writing was my first passion even before I picked up my first camera.  I’ve been writing since I COULD write.  So when someone, ANYONE disrespects my writing, they disrespect me.  

 

Am I the only one who feels this way?  Would love to hear from others in the comments below.

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

Emit Your Own Frequency

Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.

Barbara Marciniak

 

My friend, Koreen shared this on Facebook a few weeks ago and I completely connected with it.  

 

Nothing can disturb your calm, nothing can break through your wall of peace unless you let it.  That lesson took me many years to incorporate into my being.  When you learn to emit your own frequency

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You’ll find that those who vibrate on a lower level can’t reach you.  A challenging thing to do when those around you do their best to bring you down to their level.  Stay positive.  Continue pushing forward.  Keep reflecting your spirituality.  When someone brings you down:
You’re not doing it right.  Or
Does anything else to lower you to their level,

Lift them up with a:
Yes But.

How do you do that you may ask?
Give them a:
Yes, but this works for me.

Or a:
Yes, but what if you look at it this way?

There is no RIGHT way to do ANYTHING.  It’s what works for YOU.  

By shifting the conversation from negative to positive, you’re also changing the frequency of both parties.  The more you do this, the less friction you will encounter not only with this particular party but with everyone around you.

 

Emit your own positive frequency and see what happens.

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

Sacred Spaces and Meditation

A couple weeks ago, I went to a meditation seminar with my friend Glenn.

 

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We share many of the same philosophies on life and I ALWAYS enjoy when we do things together.  It’s challenging for me to go out at night though, because the LAST thing I want to do after work is to turn around and go out again.  If I have no other plans however, I make an exception for a few of my friends:
Jason
Julie
Cathy
And Glenn.

 

I’m so happy that I went with Glenn because as is usually the case with the seminars I attend with him, I learned something. I meditate regularly as can be seen from the previous link.  Writing is one form or meditation for me.  I sometimes write so furiously that I get into The Flow.  That’s where I love to be.

 

Okay.  So what did I learn from the meditation seminar:
I learned that I don’t have a sacred space where I meditate.  

 

Those of us who practice meditation SHOULD create a place where we are only devoted to that practice.  It’s something I need to work on.  So what IS a sacred place?  And how can we create one?

 

Sacred places are where we feel spiritual.  Whatever creates that feeling in you, if you are spiritually religious, you could create a religious space:
Pictures of saints
Religious talismans

 

Whatever it takes to help you slip deeper into your meditation practice.  I HAVE been using my writing area.  Since writing IS ONE form of meditation that I do, my writing desk served me well.  However, after leaving that seminar I realize there are many things missing from my space and I need to change that.  I’ll be working on making those changes over the coming weeks.

 

Where do you meditate?
Do you have a specific place?

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

Doing The Impossible

Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.

 

Saint Francis of Assisi

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I must thank my friend, George Egan for the above quote.  He emailed it to me a few days ago.  We seem to be simpatico recently.  We have the same belief system.  I find it interesting since I joined Facebook again for the second time how many of my friends, friends I’ve known for years are on the same page with me.  I’ve known George before my second iteration on Facebook and I knew he was of the spiritual ilk; so it didn’t surprise me when I received this quote.  However many other friends, several from high school are those who surprised me.  I discovered these traits when I opened my blog page:
CJP Enterprises on Facebook and watched it gather likes/followers.  To see many of my high school friends profiles after they began following my blog completely took me by surprise.  George Egan doesn’t surprise me because I know his history so receiving his email was simply pleasant because he knows my worldview.  Receiving a Saint Francis quote was simply a happy accident as I now I have something to write about.  God gives us what we need when we need it.  Proven correct again.

 

I’ve written about Saint Francis previously at Wisdom and Life.  I’ve also written about putting your faith in yourself and doing something you otherwise didn’t think you could.  Being positive and being full of faith in yourself is the first important step in undertaking any task.  As Saint Francis intimates here:
Nothing, I mean NOTHING is impossible if you believe it, if you have faith.  What is faith after all?  But knowledge in the unknown?

 

Faith doesn’t have to be spiritual.
Faith doesn’t have to be religious.

 

It can be knowledge in yourself.  It can be showing someone you can do something regardless of the doubt and the doubters.  Being the person I am and having seen the things I’ve seen, having experienced something greater than myself over twenty years ago while walking in the woods, I choose to see faith as spiritual.  And that’s what it REALLY comes down to.  We get to choose how we see life.  I choose to see EVERYTHING through the lens of faith, as though EVERYTHING is a miracle.  By choosing this life I get to do the impossible every day.  Faith?  God?  The Divine?  Miracles?  They are all one in the same for me?  

 

You can join me too.  Not sure how?  Then start small as I’ve said here before.

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

Waking With Thoughts In The Night

My friend Jean Wise writes a blog called Healthy Spirituality.  In her latest column, she writes about Paying attention to the Sparks.  What do you do to pay attention to your OWN sparks?  I gave a response at her column that being a writer myself, I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with thoughts flashing through my head.  I used to leave it to chance that I’d recall what flashed through my head during those times that I’d awake.

 

Not anymore.

 

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I now do one of two things:
1.  I have a notebook beside my bed and my trusty fountain pen.  (The ONLY writing utensil I own)

2. My voice recorder on my iPhone.

 

One of these two things are ALWAYS by my bed so that IF I awake with a fabulous thought scurrying through my brain, I reach for one or the other.  It’s usually been my voice recorder so I don’t have to expel unwanted energy reaching for my pen and turning on a light.  I find this ritual works well for me.

 

There have been countless times when I wrote fiction that I’d have temporary writer’s block and I’d head off to sleep, only to be woken at some point with the answer to my issue.  I’d pull out my notebook and my pen as there were no smartphones in the early 1990s, i’d scribble the answer then go back to sleep comfortable in the knowledge that my answer had been recorded.

 

Writing has long been a passion of mine, whether it be the three blogs I’m now invested in, the occasional newspaper article I write, or dark fantasy I wrote earlier in my life.  It’s been my chosen way to communicate to a wide audience.  I’m grateful to have been given that gift and to have found a way to give back through the writing I’m doing now.

 

I still practice the ritual above to this day, because let’s face it, I’m getting no younger and we have yet to discover a way to increase the RAM in our own memory so anything I can do to help the process of remembering I will certainly do.  By keeping my voice recorder near my bed I’m helping myself.

 

I will repeat the question that Jean asks:
What do you do to pay attention to your OWN sparks?

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

A Response To Jason

Last week my friend, Jason Marchi left a comment on Passing in Pairs that made it obvious that the title and some of what I wrote was misinterpreted by him.  What I wanted to come across in the column was not that some people pass in pairs, That was ancillary.  I do sometimes wonder why people of social standing do pass within days of each other and I was curious what others thought as well.  And I still believe that sometimes it is because their souls are needed elsewhere to mediate a challenge.  However, I understand Jason’s confusion over the column and I understand his comment.  Not to create acrimony here, I will invoke one of my favorite quotes here to help justify my belief in this, though:
“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

 

In my worldview, there are things that are true that simply cannot be explained via conventional means.  Maybe this is one of them.  Events happen every day that have no explanation.  What if this was one of them?  As I said, I’m not trying to create conflict where there is none, just doing my best to show where my thought process goes when I see something happen that has no explanation.  Since I’ve discovered that Law of Attraction deepened my Faith, I’ve always looked for the meaning behind events that seem to defy a natural explanation; which is all I did with last week’s column.

 

I believe sometimes people may pass because they are needed elsewhere.  As I’ve said many times at Wisdom and Life, I believe our transition day is carved in stone.  However, as I wrote in Passing in Pairs, what if that stone is shale?  God may want to step in and make a change.  Perhaps your soul is needed to mediate a challenge and you’ve been an excellent mediator in the physical.  I’ve learned a long time ago, that as much as we may want something to happen in our lives only God can create what we want.  If there is something HE needs for us to do, he will create the circumstances for it to manifest.  That also means our transition may change according to his plans.

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

You Can’t Go Back

Can a place really mold who you are?  I believe so.  So much of who I am is because of the time I spent in Lisbon, Connecticut.  I’ve been thinking recently about my time growing up in Lisbon, Connecticut on Graham Terrace, probably because my Bestest has been mentioning how fortunate I was to have had that experience.
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I’ve written here many times about growing up in Lisbon.  It was my safe place, my security zone.  My best friend lived around the corner, there was that ubiquitous fishing hole down the street, my maternal grandparents (especially, my grandfather) made a huge impact on my life.  My grandfather was the male role model I experienced growing up.  As I may have mentioned here previously, my grandfather taught me to fish.  He gave me me my photography obsession, buying me my first camera for my tenth birthday.  He was my confidant.  He taught me to respect people and be sensitive to others, putting others first.

 

The time I spent in Lisbon became so special that after I graduated from high school, I returned to attend college there for two years.  I didn’t have the same experience and I now understand why.  It’s because as I tell my Bestest all the time:
Life is about moving forward, not going back.  You can’t go back!

 

My grandfather was a sensitive soul, very emotional, very loving, quick to forgive, and extremely demonstrative.  I learned all of these traits from him.  You know that old saying:
Children learn what they live.

 

Because my grandfather was the primary male role model in my life, I naturally absorbed his personality.  Like him, I’m quick to forgive.  I’m extremely sensitive.  Sometimes I wonder if I’m too sensitive, if I take the emotional hurt I receive too deeply.  I know, however that it’s who I am and I’m comfortable with it.  I can’t change who I am and I wouldn’t want to.

–I CAN take the hurt I receive a little too deeply.
— I’m more aware of others and I feel their pain more than I feel my own.
–I’m more empathic than many of my friends.
–I have a greater feeling for what may happen in the future.

 

I’m very demonstrative, loving, quick to hug someone if they need it, quick to show my emotions.  Sometimes, maybe too quick to become emotional, sometimes maybe to my detriment.  However, as I said above, I can’t change that about myself.  Nor would I want to.

 

My Bestest has told me countless times how fortunate I am to have had my grandfather in my life.  She has said he did an amazing job helping me become the person I am.  She should know seeing as I spend so much time with her.  I wish sometimes now that I’m writing this column that she would have come into my life sooner so my maternal grandparents could have known her as I do.  I think they would become fast friends as I have done with her.  I’ve been so fortunate in my life to have had so many good people come into my experience:
My maternal grandparents.
My Aunt Bet, My Fairy Godmother.  

See now?  Aunt Bet would have been someone else I would dearly have loved for my Bestest to have met.  Because my Maternal Grandparents and my Aunt Bet played such significant roles in my life I would have loved for them to have met each other.  They each made such a huge impact on my life I’d love to see them all interact with each other.  I’d love to be a fly on the wall listening to their conversations.

 

My best friend, Joe in Lisbon while growing up.
My friends, Jason, Julie and Tim.
My Bestest now.

 

I miss my grandparents more now than I have in the past, only because I’ve been thinking more about them, because when I’m with my Bestest I can’t help but think about what it would be like if they had met.  Oh, the stories they could have told each other:

My grandparents regaling her with the distant past.
Her telling my grandparents how much they influenced me growing up.  I can almost close my eyes and hear the stories going back and forth.

 

However, I should be grateful (and I am) that I’ve been able to have so many good people in my life.  And I understand that people come and go into our lives for specific reasons:
My friend, Jason came along when my friend, Joe left.  A door closed (Joe) and a window opened (Jason.)

 

I see these things more clearly now that I’m in this paradigm.  I understand this isn’t possible but it is nice to fantasize about.  Do you have someone important in your own life that you wish you have met family who have since transitioned?

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

 

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

 

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

Imaginary Friends

This story from

Calvin and Hobbes:
The way we see Calvin and Hobbes brought back a memory of my imaginary friend.

 

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We all have imaginary friends growing up.  Mine was Jim.  He was my friend in real life as well.  Living with my grandparents at 18 Graham Terrace in Lisbon, Connecticut as I’ve said here before couldn’t have provided  me with a better childhood.  My maternal grandparents were amazing people and they will always have a special place in my life.

 

Jim lived next door to me for awhile on Blissville RD in Lisbon.  I recall one particular morning when I stayed with my grandparents, My grandfather came into the kitchen and sat in his customary chair to start eating breakfast, I cried out:
Get up, Gramp!
Get up!

 

He looked at me quizzically and I said:
You’re sitting on Jimmy.

 

My grandmother turned to see what the commotion was and when she saw my grandfather sitting at his usual spot, she laughed and said don’t you know Jimmy sits there, Hoffy?  That’s what she called my grandfather,  short for Hoffman, his last name.  Everyone called him Hoffy.

 

Who were your imaginary friends?

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

 

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

 

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

Grist For The Mill

One of the most common questions writers get is:
Where do you get your ideas?
What inspires you to write?

 

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A friend of mine asked me this VERY question a few weeks ago.  For myself, ANYTHING can inspire me:
–A conversation overheard as in: Lunchtime Conversations
–Something I read as in my Books category
–Even a conversation with a friend as can be seen from this VERY column.

 

Usually if I use a conversation I’ve overheard or one I have with a friend I will mask the person, either I won’t mention them by name or I will create a false name.  The ONLY time I have used someone’s real name is when I refer to them at Wisdom and Life as in:
Google+ Mentions and Several columns in Friendships.

 

In one case a street name in Madison Connecticut inspired me to write a short story that is in my eBook:
Random Acts: Stories of Redemption

 

There is no clear answer to what inspires an artist to create, whether that artist is a painter, a writer, a photographer.  Anything and everything can be grist for the mill.  I think it’s one of the reasons some artists find the question challenging.  It’s almost like asking them why do you breathe?  Being an artist is who we are and we can no more turn off the flow of inspiration then we can stop our breath.  Just like being a writer, myself, I simply cannot turn off the editor in my head when reading.  A writer is who I am, and my ears and eyes are always scanning my environment whether I want to or not.  I may not be consciously aware of my scanning, but when it comes time to put my fingers to the keys on my computer, my mind drifts back to my day.  And with Wisdom and Life I’ve said it before and I will repeat it now:
What I write at this blog is I’m CONVINCED divinely inspired.  I may be tapping the keys, but the words are emanating from the somewhere else.  Perhaps The Akashic Record.  Perhaps from the Divine.

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

 

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

 

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.

 

 

Is Respect A Lost Art?

My friend, Karen recently posted something  on Facebook that intrigued me:
I’m trying really hard to understand why some people don’t understand the meaning of respect or just good old fashioned courtesy. Maybe I’m asking or expecting too much.

 

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I’ve had a similar conversation with another friend of mine.  We have agreed that there has been a general decline in respect.  As I commented on Karen’s post:
I think we were raised at a different time. And some of us were taught to treat others like we want to be treated. Unfortunately not everyone shares that belief.

 

All we can do, Karen is continue to live our lives the way we were taught. The people who understand will ALWAYS be in our lives. The ones who don’t don’t matter anyway.  

 

One of my favorite ex high school teachers, is a frequent library user.  After he retired, he subbed for awhile and he would come in and visit with me at the library.  Some of what he said went on with the classes he subbed for turned me red.  Openly swearing at those in authority, refusing to listen to teachers, continuing to do what they’d been told to stop doing.  I can’t imagine not respecting those in authority.  Not for fear of retribution, simply because I wasn’t raised any other way.  I’m not sure who should be held responsible because at some point, children and young adults eventually have to assume accountability for themselves.

 

I sometimes find myself jokingly saying:
Kids these days.

 

I’ve said as much to that ex teacher a few times, attempting to lighten the mood.  But it isn’t just kids who don’t understand respect.  Even some adults have a challenging time understanding common courtesy as can be seen from my friend, Karen’s statement on Facebook.

 

I seldom tread into the political realm because it is fraught with trap doors and someone will find something to be angry with.  However even in politics, things have become us against them.  There is no respect shown to either side.  It’s all about me, me, me.  What’s in it for me?

 

I have a friend who has her own business and she sees the same thing.  People not treating her with the respect she deserves.  She’s become discriminating when it comes to picking up new clients.  She can afford to do so now.  It’s a shame that there are some of us see a lack of respect.  Even in my own fledgling social media business, I’ve seen it.  Not so much with my own clients because I’m able to choose the people I associate with.  This is not my main source of creating abundance.  When I’m out with my clients I’ve seen others not treated with the respect they’ve earned.  Is this an epidemic that is only going to grow exponentially, or can we find a way to curb this?  I’m afraid to know the answer.

 

 

There is always going to be those who show a lack of respect.  What are some of the steps we can take to ensure we aren’t hurt by those who attempt to disrespect us?

 

Be Happy!  Be Well!  Be Positive!
Blessings to you.

Chris

 

Once you realize that life is eternal,
That our souls our eternal,
That we return to light and physical over and over;

 

We then lose all our distress
We then lose all our fear of dying.  For there truly is no end.