Noury's Creative World…

Listening to a podcast a few minutes ago, was so liberating. Let me explain.

Sometimes people that are floating around in your life could be, if you allow them, big downers and make you feel, all with your consent, like crap. They don’t even realize you’re feeling like poop. It’s all an inside job.

In this podcast with this wise woman, she was quoting someone that said that if you are not slaughing it out in the arena like I am, you have no understanding of how I’m walking my life and therefore you are wasting your time to issue an interpretation as to your perception of me as an individual, and what you think of me and how I’m doing at this stage of my life. Wow! That was a long sentence. When you get to be 74, call me, and we’ll check on you and how is it working for you.

Bottom line is, how you interpret or think about me is a reflection of you at this time in your life. But as the saying goes, no one is perfect.

Everything is constantly changing, weather, stuff, relationships, so are we. I’m such a dumbass, always holding on to things, that according to me, should be this way or that way. That’s a recipe to keep you at the mercy of other’s opinions about you.

I feel so liberated! My life is wonderful as it is and I’m an amazing woman with great and beautiful accomplishments in my life. Others have said this to me before, but only now I receive it. It’s a great feeling.

You can try to kick my ass, or whatever is left of it, but before you do, take a look at yourself first.

Ta ta! Blessings, always.

I’m reading a book titled as above mentioned, Trust the Process. Why? It’s supposed to help me understand, as the artist that I am, why most of the time I am avoiding writing the story in my mind.
It’s not easy to transfer ideas circulating all the time in your mind, into the screen of your computer. Yes, it sounds like excuses and more excuses.

But I’m learning that sometimes, that pause is necessary and the timing is just right, because the story takes a sudden change or turn in the turning of events.

Also, let me mention that I take the title of this book is meant to be Trust God. I know with all certainty that I’m always divinely guided by Him. When stuff doesn’t turn out right, I interpret to mean that I took the wrong turn and I need to recalculate, just like a GPS.

Life is wonderful and amazing, if we surrender to the process. Meaning God.

Amen! Try it. You may be pleasantly surprised of how things turn out.

Stay happy and blessed. Always.

What do you do when the muses are constantly making fun of you? You just join them. If you cannot defeat the enemy, join them for a while to plan an attack. Easier said than done.

My other so ambitious self has come up with an strategy. Don’t write one novel, no, that’s too insignificant. You must also write a novella and a novellita. A tiny novella. I’m so bloody creative. I’ll do anything to not take my some commitments so serious. But, hey, every citizen of Idiotville must always have a bag full of excuses. Let’s continue with the story, but..It’s not freaking easy!

Had to stop to check Mr. Dictionary. Hassle of the craft for me. English, second language. I could use that as another excuse, but that’s too lame.

I just thought, if I can engage in writing to create this post, why not take the same approach to write the novel and her cousins. Ah, but there’s another issue. I’m learning to use Scrivener, a program supposedly to make my writing career easier. Ha! I stay away from Scrivener for Dummies as if it had a contagious disease.
I do have a so marvelous and wonderful life, where I can sit and write this nothing to talk about stuff. And take lots of selfies. That I like. It’s so exciting to find new lines and wrinkles. To think people from China read this. Amazing. Ni hao. Hello in Chinese.

Stay so happy and blessed until we meet again to catch up on my nothing to do with my time, but stay in touch through the magic of technology.
Chao, au revoir, hasta la vista!

Yours truly,

P.S. Some prolific and serious writers take sometimes 10 years to create their masterpieces. I have seven left. Tic toc. Shut up!

Going back on track to reviewing my life, my goals and my accomplishments. Yes, goals are to look forward to the future, accomplishments are to look at all the goodness of our trails of the times gone by. They are all amazing, because in every new and old experience there’s a sense of adventure.

I have taken it upon that instead of goal setting for the big things I would like to accomplish, acquire or have, I’m setting my goals for daily mundane things that are the echelon to accomplishing the major ambitions in my life. (Where is that dictionary I bought with the sole purpose to be next to the computer. Need to check on meaning and spelling of “echelon.”) Well, I had it right! Touchdown! Something to be excited about. We take for granted so many things. One of them is celebrating the little things as enthusiastically as we do the biggy ones. Sorry, autocorrect, biggy is going to stay biggy.

I think that in the small essay I have already typed is the essence of what’s going on in my life. All goodness, all blessings and all positives.

Yes, there are sometimes some big stones trying to block or stop me on my trail, but no dice. The one above, hope you know who I mean, but just in case, I’m referring to my Creator, is always by my side and in my mind, sort of like my GPS, always scanning my territory to keep me going in the right direction.

Why the hat? Where I write this blog, in my sunroom, there’s so much glare, that I wear this hat to cover my eyes from the bright light. No makeup, just a la naturale. The real me. Well, some light editing in the picture. I never said I was perfect. Lighten up!

Removed the image with the hat on. Too much Al naturale. So this one instead is better. Celebrating a friend’s birthday at my place yesterday.

Many blessings to you and may every day of this 2023 be exciting and thought provoking.

Hugs,

Yours truly

What has made my faith stronger is the evidence of all that surrounds me. And the knowing of the things yet to be seen. That’s how strong my faith is.

It was not an innate thing. It came about when I have always been in my most challenging moments, and my faith and trust in God is all I have to carry me on and guide me. There’s always the next blessed moment.

I so totally trust my Creator that I know for sure that I am always going to be ok, because I have surrendered my all to God. So it’s for my family. 

Surrendered everything, because after all, I have no control over anything. I may think I do, but I always go confidently in what I am about to do, and if there’s some corrective action, when I stray away from the path, God is going to move me gently in the ways that are supposed to be good for me and my path.

Yes, I totally and blindly trust my God, because after all, I am one of his children and I know That His is the greatest love that there have been, is and will be. Amen!

“Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterwards summer may not come.” Rainer Maria Rilke

Isn’t this like life too? We must be confident in the process of life, once we have surrendered all to God. It’s like magic. Everything nicely flows.

May you continue to follow your bliss and trust that in spite of whatever happens, all is well.

“To follow, without halt, one aim: There’s the secret of success.” – Anna Pavlova

May you continue to pursue your bliss.

Cheers to your happiness.

I am witty, smart, versatile, petite, opinionated, passionate, flexible, lover of love. 

Love to be attracted to someone, a guy, to keep me excited about how I look. Love to laugh, also, most important thing about my life is my faith in God and about His love for me.

A daughter, a mother, grandmother, a writer, artist and anything else I decide to be at the moment. I am definitely a postive person. A bit antiquated in my beliefs and way of being. 

Strict about my freedoms to express myself and about how life should be. Wish I could be more expressive about my writings because I need it to finish my novel.

I like order, things in an orderly manner and do not appreciate injustice.

Libra, love peace and solitude. Like to ponder, just like my father used to do. I like profound issues and am very much in a deeper spiritual journey.

Yellow, I am favored to that color. Like good stories where good triumphs versus evil.

Generous. Appreciate grateful and joyful people. Do not like haters and uncomfortable situations. Also, love to read a good book and listen to romantic music.

I feel my life is so blessed and I am living my best life right now. Always living my best life at any given moment. 

And yes, I do care to look young, beautiful and joyful. In love with my life.

Noury Buttry, April 11, 2022

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I would love to have an opportunity to have a long dinner with my dad.

He didn’t talk much and was silent and observing most of the time. 

When he would talk, everyone would listen attentively, as he was a wise and an objective type of person. 

I would ask him about his childhood, about his approach to life and his businesses. He was humble and very focused at the same time. He knew what he wanted to do with his life. And what not. He would go along with my mother to please her, and when the situations wouldn’t turn up right, he very quietly would change course of action.

He was never angry. Frustrated with my mom. A lot. But it seems she was the love of his life, so he went happily, or so we thought, along with her wishes. 

I would also ask him what made him happy and what he thought was the secret to a content and grateful life. His definition of success, in life and in business, also.

He enjoyed good conversations, sports (that’s part of his DNA I inherited), and politics. That also is very much alive in me, considering we lived under a dictatorship for a good number of years.

He died at the young age of mid fifties, from lung cancer. Really, it was the radiation and treatments that accelerated his departure from this planet.

I hope that wherever he is, he is finally at peace and content with his place in the Universe.

I love and miss my dad very much.

I promised to self that I would do a posting early every month.

Today is a “cold” day in Central Florida. Mid 50s. For us that’s chilly.

Due to this soup kind of day, my neurons are visiting my freezer. When that happens, I go to my muses who reside in the photo section of my phone. Trying to get inspired. Not easy, but it has never failed me.

Here you see my cowgirl boots. I have to admit, I love the way those boots make me feel. Add a jean jacket and oh la la. I feel so with it. Meaning whatever “it” is. For me, I feel super hot and trendy. I know, because heads turn validating the way I feel.

Do you have cowgirl or cowboy boots? What color? When was the last time you fancy them? Did you feel special? My husband, Ron, now in Heaven was his hottest when he used to wear his cowboy boots. They were ragged and with his old beat up Levi’s and a plaid long sleeve shirt, man, was he a hot number. I’m sure he still is up there.

When I think of him, I can’t help it but smile.

Life is wonderful and photos become the memories of our lives.

Continue to be happy, and enjoy your life to the max.

Hugs and blessings.