Noury's Creative World…

 

Last Wednesday I purchased three writer’s magazines.  I am always in the search to find different ways to improve my writing.

Looking through one of the magazines, I was reading one of the articles,  “in humor” as this author describes it, she mentions that she is forbidding herself the use of some of the following words:  wonderful, marvelous, stunning,  spectacular, divine,  breathtaking view and to put the cherry on the top of the list, she added the words incredible or unforgettable.  This deserves a big, big

??????????????????

If I were to apply this rule, I would have to be breathtakingly silent.  Can you imagine me with my limited knowledge of the English language??  I would be mouth shut with a big piece of duct tape.  That would be a sight to behold.  Unforgettable 🙂

This business about writing, I mean, being a writer to be taken seriously, I don’t know…I have my doubts.  I just like to express what I am thinking and use the words that are already recorded in the neuron collection of my ever shrinking brain.

If you have the ability to write a word, I think you are considered a writer.  I you are able to speak one word, oh, oh, are you considered a speaker?  Humm…this is becoming a double edge sword.  The water is getting murky.

I am going to continue to read these magazines to get some inspiration about becoming a better expressionist of my thoughts, and to get some ideas, such as this posting, because the blessed muses are MIA.  Maybe they didn’t appreciate my management style.  My apologies to you, my darling muses, please, please think about coming back and joining me back in North Carolina.  It is getting a bit too hot for comfort.  I cannot believe I just said that.

This was a sight to behold last Good Friday.  My reward for being a good girl.  I was doing some chores in my kitchen and suddenly I saw something moving in the bushes and when I looked, there they were.  Bambi and his daddy.  Only could take a picture of Mr. Big Bambi, because the bambino had his head down, always munching on the bushes.  Happy family.  Mami Bambi must have been doing dishes or something because she was nowhere to be seen.  One the very pleasant surprises life always delivers to me without any warnings.  Lovely!

Now, going back to the boycott of some of those words, do you think I am allowed to use some of those words and still consider myself a writer?

This is getting a bit more complicated than when I started…In my first posting I typed my whole posting on the title space because I so didn’t  know what the heck I was doing to start with, but kept on typing and then pressed “publish.”  And that gave birth to this, what I consider to be a very happy and very nice looking blog.

So it was today, 24th April, 2011…another day of learning to be a writer…

Your Happy Contessa

“It is easier when you know how.”  Someone in old Egypt, according to Ron.

Easter…the perfect time of the year to let go of anything and everything that originates  from the feeling of fear, in any form or shape, and embrace a new life where love is the center where everything that has a meaning of new, hopeful and inspiring comes from.  Let love be the ruling force in your universe.

From one happy and hopeful person to another…

Have a very Happy Easter!

I shall return on Monday, 25th April, 2011…until then… just be happy!

Your Happy Contessa

I am in search for this perfect book.  Went to the bookstore today, but couldn’t find it. 

I want a book that will tell me exactly what to do for the rest of my life, and the book has to know me well enough to deal with me kindly, but at the same time forcefully.  I want specific instructions about places I am supposed to be going, the perfect time to do it, and things to do on a daily basis to keep me fulfilled.

Do you know about a book like that?  I am still searching…but in the meantime, I think I may have to write that book myself, because I could waiting for the rest of my 24 lives.  Who told you cats were the longest living species?  I have 24 lives, not nine.  How did I decide on that number of lives.  I don’t know, I just made that number up.  Two dozens, so that’s enough to purge myself of any past mistakes or bad vibes I had or will ever have.

Going back to the “dichoso” (blessed in spanish) book, its index should give me an indication as to the steps to follow, what action to take, where to be, etc. etc.  I need to find that book.  I am like a schooner with no direction.  This is awful!  Sorry, I feel silly right now.  Oh, and it should tell me how to recognize and interpret the clouds, to help me in my collecting of clouds.

Another thing, this should be a 24/7/365 minute by minute instructions as to what I should be doing with a guarantee that will bring me happiness for the rest of my life.  On a 366 day-year, I take one day break from the book.  This book is starting to appear as an instruction book to become a robot or a cookbook for nightmares.  Doesn’t it.  Ummm…I should give this book a little bit more thought.  Too much structure may not be that good after all.

But then on the other hand this book will know me so well that will customize everything around me.  Maybe I have that book already in my mind.  But I need a clearer path.  It is a bit shady right now. 

In the meantime, while I keep on searching for that book, I am going to continue to collect clouds, taking pictures and blabbing with all of you.  That makes me happy.

A stunning beautiful Morning Glory from our walk last Monday.

So it was today…20th April, 2011…another day for another search…

Your Happy Contessa

“What is a friend?  A single soul dwelling in two bodies.”  Aristotle, Greek philosopher, student of Plato and teacher of Alexander the Great.

 

When I was growing up…as in the 50s, and some of you were not even a thought, Easter week was not so like these days.  Now some of us have to look at the calendar to remember,  and for some of us it is just business as usual.

It is very comprehensible.  We have changed as a society in general. 

I remember during Holy Week (Semana Santa), you could not talk loud, no music on the radio, no television (we didn’t have any until mid 60s), and my mother could not beat us up.  That was a good part of the holiday.  Could not eat any meat.  Lots of fish, mainly bacalao (cod-fish) prepared every way imaginable.  Loved the bacalaitos fritos (fried cod-fish patties drained in oil), very yummy!  Also, we went to the beach a lot, but had to be very quiet and behave better than usual.  On Holy Friday, you could not speak one word until around Noon, no cleaning of anything, so the maids had the day off, and we used to spend the day in contemplation of each other’s faces.  It was a nothing-to-do kind of day.  Until the afternoon procession…

Now we are talking about scary stuff.  It was a long and big procession throughout the downtown area.  Men dressed in black outfits with black hoods and carrying a glass coffin with a statue inside, then the Virgin Mary dressed in purple with tears in her eyes.  These were humongous statutes and all very scary and sad-looking.  I remember I used to hide when the procession would pass by my house.  I would have nightmares remembering these images.  These two images I borrowed from sites on the internet that illustrate how Semana Santa is celebrated in Latin America to this day. 

 Then on Easter Sunday, there was no colored eggs, no bunnies, no searching for gifts or money, only going to mass and having a feeling of being glad because Jesus had conquered death.

I remembered my first Easter Week away from the Dominican Republic.  I was shocked at the way it was observed.  I used to be an extremely judgemental individual.  Very unhappy.  Later I learned that when you judge others, you are defining yourself and your weaknesses.  In a way, when you criticize others, you are considering that you are better than them.  Oh, not so good a thing to do.

Live and let others carry on with their own interpretation of life.  It is between them and God, anyways.  This is a philosophy that is very easy and light to live with.  I am making some adjustments every second of my life.

This was not the way I perceived this posting was going to go, but there it is.  Keep on learning and reflecting until that last breath.

After such a profound and heavy moment, and traumatizing memories, I am going to leave you to enjoy a very special place for me.  Oak Island, North Carolina.  A visit to someone very special and dear to me, and at the same time, another cloud collecting beautiful moment.

So it was today, 19th April, 2011…a day to remember…

Your Happy Contessa

Let the glory of the Creator be reflected in the way we carry ourselves and in our love for each other.

You reach a point sometimes that there is a general feeling of numbness in your life.  This is dictated by the circumstances around you, or by what you are thinking.

How can I look at the pictures and listen to the news and see people’s disbelief in their eyes, like not yet grasping that this is happening to them, and not feel numb.  Sort of like they are in limbo.  That feeling is transmitted to you even if you don’t realize it.

That’s when that word “Resilience” comes back into play again.  We must go on.  We are bigger and emotionally stronger than the circumstances.  That’s when we become resilient.  It is a process that takes time and each individual has her or his own time and way to do it.  We must respect that and support them in any way we can. 

It is not in my psych today to say much…the circumstances are speaking for themselves.  We are just witnesses to the moment.

I’ll leave you with something beautiful to focus on when the moment is just right.

Even in the midst of darkness, there’s always a gleam of hope and light in the distance.

So it was today, 18th April, 2011…we must keep on going on.

Your Happy Contessa

 

Around 2:00 pm Saturday afternoon, or maybe earlier, we started having tornado warnings.  I got my bunker ready and then realized that those pillows were not going to be enough to support the weight of the debris that maybe falling down on me.  But that’s all I had, and there was hardly any space for me.  So I decided to continue watching the tv.  As it was getting closer, the wind started to get stronger,  I went out and brought inside my wreath, my plant, but left the flag out, because I thought, if the flag goes so will I.  Reasoning, the flag was grounded deep in the clay.

Kept on watching the different channels, and the closer it got to my area, the more I could see on the map that maybe there was a possibility that we were in a sliver of a zone that may escape the brunt of the storm.  So it was.

The rest of Central and Eastern North Carolina didn’t do that well.  The pictures and films left such an impression on me.  I have never been in such conditions of devastation.  I only imagined what must be going through those people minds.  Everything is gone in seconds.  And you are grateful you are still among the living.  I believe there are 22 fatalities as of this writing and 60 tornadoes known to have touched down.  

I hope this group of people affected by this disaster can find comfort, peace and strength to face what is ahead of them. 

 This was part of my street shortly after we had some rain and heavy winds.  The storm continued on its path creating so much devastation as it moved to Eastern North Carolina.

I never try to comprehend why these things happen.  What for?  These things are totally incomprehensible.  I just accept things as they happen and try to see the bigger picture.  It is easy for me to say that because I was not affected,  neither friends or family.  I don’t know how I would react to any given situation, such as the one these people are facing today.

 This was Sunday’s morning sight of my space on the sky.  Nature is such a puzzle.  It can be totally destructive one moment, and then totally breath-taking the next. 

This I am sure of, I cannot understand it, I cannot control it, just need to accept whatever side of the coin is handed to me and as the saying goes, “Carry On.”  My best wishes again for all the people affected and my way of support will be through the Red Cross.  That’s all I can do to be a participant in the way of support.

So it was 16th April, 2011, an extremely difficult day for much of North Carolina…

Your Happy Contessa

Now that the big fat check has been sent to Uncle Sam and all his nephews and nieces in Congress, I am thinking about going on a trip to Paradise.  Caribbean or Pacific?

I have in the past contemplated the possibilities of taking a white-water-rafting trip or going in a schooner for around 10 days to live it up in the wild waters of the ocean or a river.

I have read stories about this kind of adventure, but mostly the people doing this are much younger than I am.  But, what do I got to lose?  If my life ends in that kind of way, wow!  what a way to go.  I need to train myself not to have any routines in the mornings.  You know how important that is for me.  Need to become more accepting of conditions of living in smaller quarters with maybe ONE toilet!  Come to think of it, how do they dispose of the…  That will be an interesting question to ask.  Eating fresh fish and roughing it out.  No hair blower, no makeup, lots of shorts and no shoes, it is sounding more and more appealing by the moment.  Just looking all sun tanned, with my sunglasses, and nothing to worry about.  Would there be cleaning duties?

I just finished looking rapidly on the internet for information on these kinds of trips, and there is not too much to choose from.  I am talking about the schooner adventure.  One that sounded very good, ceased business on 2007.  I guess my candidate islands will be mostly the British Virgin Islands or the surrounding area.  If any of you have already done this, please give me a lead.  I am all excited now.  Hurricane season is approaching, so probably it will be early next year.  But I have to remember, it is the journey, not the destination that matters. 

I remember when I was planning my trip to Paris, I had months and months of fun time to prepare and imagining wardrobe, shoes, etc.  On this one, clothing will be very simple and skimpy (even for the 62+ young crowd).  We are experienced, not out of circulation yet.   Do you think there will be champagne, eating at the beach, sleeping at some virgin beach under the moon light, better take my bug repellent, you never know.  I remember a trip to Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands, and it was heaven.  Just like heaven.  The sand, the transparent waters and seeing all the other islands on the horizon as if you could touch them with your hands.

I borrowed this photo from “Wikipedia.”  Thank you!  Virgin Gorda, BVI. 

This all sounds so so exciting!  This is a good way to start my weekend…and I hope you get yours going in the same line of excitment…maybe better.

I really appreciate all and each one of you.  You give me the incentive to challenge myself to be imaginative and creative.

So it was today…15th April, 2011…Day to pay dues to continue paving our highways.  So I shall see you next Monday!

Your Happy Contessa

Remember, as I have said before,  three things are for sure…paying taxes, having problems and dying.  Just to make you feel better about today.

This morning during our walk, Miss Raylene and I were talking about a lot of things, and suddenly, I was thinking that I love taking pictures of nature and mainly of flowers.  They are so beautiful and splendorous.  Then, I imagined how the life of a botanist would be.  Then I said:  “That’s what I want to be in my next life, a botanist.”  I can only imagine what a beautiful profession that would be.  Your whole life concentrated on flora and I guess fauna also, so you know how to combat the friendly beasts and reptiles when you encounter them.

A botanist is a specialist in botany or in a branch of botany.  Botany is a branch of biology dealing with plant life.  Sounds just perfect for me.  I imagine myself somewhere in the Amazon, or some part of the tropics, or in Antarctica, looking for plant life.  I cannot imagine something more interesting or fascinating to do.  The only risks with this field, I could see myself fending snakes, leeches, frigid or hot inferno weather, or plain savage animals.    Ummm…Need to give it a bit more thought.

These beautiful images I borrowed from the book “Nature Notes for 1908” by Edith B. Holden.  She also penned The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady.  It was one of my best sellers when I had the bookshop.  Beautiful illustrations!  I imagined Ms. Holden had a beautiful life.  That’s the reflection I get from her books.

I also remember once in an Estate Sale in Florida, I bought an old suitcase for $5. and when I went home and opened, there was a collection of weeds from the late 1800’s all classified with their latin names, each displayed on a piece of board.  There were around 200 of these weeds.   I sold the set to a gentleman from New England for something like $600.  I really didn’t want to depart with them, but needed to pay rent.

How can you not like flowers.  They are a beautiful part of life.

This is from Miss Raylene’s garden.  It is a Weigela bush.  

These are on the right,  a Candy Tuft (white) and Dianthus-Fire Witch (pink)and on the left, blooming Azaleas in white, soft pin and reddish colors.  A sight to behold!

And here’s Pepita the squirrel having her breakfast.  This time she allowed me to come closer to her than ever before.  I love nature!  Here’s some information I copied from Purdue University’s “Women in Physics” site online, about one of our famous female botanists.

Elizabeth Britton

(1858-1934)
(September 1998)

Vital Life Statistics

Elizabeth Knight Britton was born on January 9, 1858, in New York City, New York. As a young girl, her parents moved to Cuba, and she was raised on the sugar plantation her family owned. She attended school in both Cuba and New York. She performed especially well in science.

Britton graduated from Hunter College in 1875. There she worked for the next ten years, dabbling in botany. Through her work, she established herself as a leading amateur botanist. She married Columbian College geologist Nathaniel Britton in August 1885.

She helped to found the New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx, NY.  In 1902 she founded the Wild Flower Preservation Society of America.

Elizabeth Britton died in the Bronx, New York, on February 25, 1934.

I hope you have enjoy my somewhat different posting as much as I did preparing it.  Expanding our horizons.

So it was today, 14th April, 2011 in Happyville, and on the way of becoming a botanist!

Your Happy Contessa

The name of this month, April,  is derived from the Greek word for “opening.”  From the “Nature Notes for 1906”  book.

This morning I went for a walk by myself in my own neighborhood, and I was feeling like the happy camper I am training myself to be.  Snapping pictures here and there, not a cloud for my collection on the beautiful blue sky, but the sun was in full blast at the time of the day…just all the ingredients to be grateful to be walking around.

Then…all of a sudden…two humongous dogs started charging towards me and the “I don’t care if they wreck you” owners were saying “they won’t hurt you, they are friendly dogs…” yeah! right!!  Those vicious dogs were trying to get a piece of my 62+ young body as a snack before their lunch time.  Thanks God I always carry with me a stick that looks like I took the plunger part out and I was just carry the remaining part.  Really, it is part of an extension pole I bought at the $ store.  Well, let’s continue with the attack.  I have yet to meet dogs that are labelled according to their owners, vicious, or be afraid, that they’ll bite you dogs.  Owners like to assume that their pets are just toys or human buddies.  Dogs are just that, dogs.  They need training so they can become your buddy or show some restrain.    Somewhat like human beings, we need training to learn how to behave.  Some of us skip that stage of development. 

Please keep your out of proportion dogs on a leash.  It is the law.  You see where I am going here, don’t you.  If you don’t,  don’t feel bad.

After yelling “stop” for I don’t know how many times, and moving my stick trying to keep them away from me, finally the owners came and took them back.  They acted as if they were the offended ones.  How typical of humanoids.  I was all shaken up, my heart racing and my mind full of dangerous thoughts.

That’s when I thought, this is the time where I need not to let what just happened affect me and the rest of my pleasant walk.  It was not easy at the beginning, and then that’s when the thought came racing across my mind. 

“My life as a whole is bigger than this single moment.  In the last moments of my life I am not even going to remember this incident, so I need to move on.”

I decided right there and then that I needed to move past that moment and concentrate on what I wanted to accomplish for the rest of my day.  Took a few deep breaths and kept on walking and concentrating on the beauty of the day and the moment.  Well, besides the “friendly doggies.”

I was bitten by a sweet cute doggie once.  That’s why I am always concerned about being around doggies per se.  My human mechanism has an alarm when I see a dog.  Sorry, dog owners and lovers.  I think they are adorable, but at a distance.

The point here is that I am continuing to learn that I need to control my emotions and what fuels them.  Mind over matter.  Old saying, but practical all the time.

The beautiful picture above is from a tree that I really don’t know the name, but it looks so beautiful.  Don’t you agree?  See the picture of the tree below.  And the fire hydrant for…the dogs.  How proper.

So it was today…13th April, 2011…a day that went to the dogs, and some exercises on  controlling my mind and my emotions.

Your Happy Contessa

“Some people come into your life for a season, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.”  Anonymous

Secretly,  I think most of us wish that our lives would be such as a fairy tale.  I am speaking for myself here.  Snow White, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, and etc., etc.  Those little girls or women never get old, as in no-wrinkles.  They didn’t have to deal with finances, cleaning…toilets, having to seat down and do taxes.  That will be the day when we have a fairy tale that talks about doing taxes.  It will be called a nightmare!

Going back to fairy tales, sometimes I make a lot of “I wish my situation was such that I could…”   Well, when the situation I was wishing for materializes,  I start looking around like pretending that I don’t get it, that actually, the Big Guy has delivered.  Yes, the situation I had been wishing or hoping for is delivered by UPS, Postal Carrier, or just naturally.  Then, I am left with a big “What do I do now?”  This is what I have been asking for, and now I don’t know what to do.  I am 62+ young and at that moment I feel like a baby that does not have the foggiest idea what to do with a pork chop if you were to give it to her, just being 2 days old.  Are you following me, or am I too out there?

Case in point, my life is pretty uncomplicated as I write these words.  I need some stimulation, challenge, or something other than to think what I am going to blog about and taking pictures to add visual effect.  The taxes stress is outdated by now.  I miss the days when I used to complain that life was too difficult and that I wished that I would have some kind of peace.  I have 100% unadulterated peace.  Too much peace and quiet.  The fish?  I even thought about getting a pet.  Fish are the easiest, don’t balk, don’t have to take them out for walks twice a day, don’t have to clean up after them, well, to a certain degree…but the issue here is…I am still responsible for them if I need to travel in my search to complicate my life a bit more than what it is right now.

Remember when rocks used to be very popular as pets.  What decade was that?  The sixties, when everything went, well…I don’t remember, but I even considered making my own pet.  This is the ideal pet–total silence at all the time–but I don’t need to add silence to my already overbearing peace!  You must think I am nuts, but then,  people used to make fun of Einstein, hello!  I am not thinking for even a nano second that I am that bright, but I like to think out of the box.  So I am entitled to think and do what I want.  Fringe benefit of being 62+ something young.  Isn’t she a cute pet?

Frankly, this posting came out of desperation.  Not too much inspiration for today, so I had to concoct something.  And the fish gave me an idea when I was visiting my favorite rectangular box marketplace.  You know…the big W. 

Now that I have a decent amount of words, and the nano word counter is somewhat happy, I will leave you with two photos that I took this morning for my new collection of clouds.  I really like this new hobby.  I look at the sky now with a whole new meaning.  Hope you do the same too with whatever it is that pleases you.

You should see the incredible pictures shown on the Cloud Appreciation Society’s website.  They will take your breath away.  Check them out.

So it was for today…12th April, 2011 in Happyville, with lots of happy clouds all around.

Your Happy Contessa

“The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.”  From an email I received about friends and people in your life.