MORNING everyone in Pammyland! Let us all salute this first Wednesday in May. One of the most gentle months of the year where everything unfurls and awakens–including US! A sense of purpose blossoms and blooms from within, don’t you agree? A quieted spirit stirs. To sunshine and the beautiful colours soon to come to us all…. Have a fabulous first weekend in MAY!!!! #May #Newborn #Purpose #Spring #Spirit
When I was little I was full of excited anticipation, All the time, breathless for the future.. My mind was full of visions of a life far beyond the small family farm we were fortunate to be raised and nurtured on.. My dear, precious mother would look in my eyes..and talk to me –without moving her lips– She told me to be.. -Unafraid…of becoming whatever I dreamed of–in each stage of my eternity -Unrestrained..in sharing my love and beliefs–spreading my word and the bits of knowledge and experience I gathered over my lifetime.. And -Unapologetic if I stepped beyond boundaries and over thresholds others thought a woman of my station should ever imagine. What a gift she gave me… Thank you, my Guardian Angel. My precious Mother. For being there–as you are even today… Always THERE..
MORNING, y’all!! A wee giftie for the readers in my circle. A poem about books for you this lovely mid-month Sunday. “Priceless….. Awww yes.. Books… Our saving grace when we are in despair. And need solace….. Our teachers. Our comedians when we need to laugh. Our heat’s desire when we need to imagine great love and passion. Our roadmaps to motivate and inspire us. Our Angels when we feel to give up.. We all NEED books.. They are our companions in life.. And once read and taken into our soul, a thing that NO ONE can steal from us… For we OWN the words then.. Forever and ever.”””” ~~~~ Pamela–
Author Pamela Lee’s testimony speaks for hundreds and thousands of women all over the world. Will this down-toearth, caring, kindhearted maiden’s future be “filled with love? Or filled with unspeakable despair?” The Highest Mountain; the Deepest Valley The Void of a Broken Heart The picture-perfect family. It’s one of the most desired, attainable, and ideal images conceivable to the human heart and spirit, with many of us dreaming and fantasizing of establishing our own family someday. Just like Annie Magyar. This piercing and emotive autobiography unfolds the many diverse chapters of Author Pamela Lee’s eventful and gripping story, with Annie Magyar, the main character, representing the author. As a youngling, Annie lives blanketed in unadulterated love, happy and content with an abundance of compassion, and securely nestled in the safety of principle, nourishment, family, and tradition. Immediately, it’s easy to interpret that she (who also goes by the name ‘Annie’; ‘Anna Belle’, ‘Anna Lee’ and ‘J’ throughout the story) is indeed a spirited leader with a genuine, zealous will to live life happy, and to the fullest degree! In the beginning, Author Lee efficiently exemplifies the natural “infectious” internal light little Annie possesses by recapping the earlier years of her […]
Naomi the Sensual Senior—Monthly Bluster #24—Christmas. It’s all about the magic. And the vocabulary. Clark Griswald and his Eggnog in a moose punch-glass rant. Elves (especially Buddy and his elevator ride) Candy canes, cracked walnuts and turkey dinner with the fixin’s. The CHRISTMAS Concert ticket conundrum—WHO gets one? Stockings in a row on the mantel. Sparkes and twinkly glitter-EVERYWHERE. ‘T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house. Sleigh bells. Carols that are not a given name. Frankincense, baby in a manger, the star. Themey wreaths, tinsel swallowed by the cat and the best lightshow in the country contests on T.L.C. Sugar Plum fairy songs chiming out from cell phones in the grocery store lineups. Carrots for Rudolph and all her gal companions sit alongside scratch tickets for stockings in those hard to find carts. Smiley faces, everywhere. “I’ll be home for Christmas—if only in my dreams” on the car radio, making us all teary eyed and nostalgic with memories of past years. NOSTALGIA! TRADITIONS! CHRISTMAS VOCABULARY used only once a year! Where all these words prompt faster heartbeats, bring grins to our lips. Words used over and over for weeks. But for these weeks, we never tire of […]
It is amazing how being a creative soul–is an entity unto itself.. Makes no matter, what genre we speak, it affects us. You could be a creator of, say, design, in all that broad spectrum. Or you could be an ”idea man/gal’ and create concepts or business plans or strategies It may be in the arts–again in all that broad spectrum.. The point?? Creativity, passionate, tenacious creativity DOES take courage. It can add to your persona in the broad strokes..or detract.. How? Here’s an example. I was recently speaking to a fellow writer out of Texas and he was saying how so many writers avoid relationships for ”normal’ people cannot possibly understand that writing –is not a choice….a light-switch…a punch-the-clock kind of lifestyle.. (sound familiar, Creators?) Even two WRITERS cohabiting can fall into jealousies and questions about commitment and such.. Bottom line- Most think we creatives (and there are a lottt of you in my circle –a LOT!) are gifted and lucky..Perhaps in most ways we are…but in other ways———hmm. A wondrous curse? Onwards.. @BoomerNovel
In order to view the world in the abstract–looking past the obvious to find the miraculous–it IS necessary to walk the path unbeaten.. The truth is, others simply see the forest. We who are aware and accepting and expecting of miracles see that one gigantic, majestic oak-that began as an acorn. No matter how humble our beginnings, we each have the ability to be–massive. It is only in the finding of what has been within our soul from the beginning. And manifesting.. Onwards… ~~~~~Pamela November 5, 2012..
Naomi The Sensual Senior-The Monthly Bluster-#23-Sense of place. Hey, readers. Let me introduce myself. I am Naomi. Cool name, eh? I am a traveling, single, free spirited boho, gypsy like lady, just like my alter-ego, Pamela, this website’s creator and keeper. I am the voice of Pammyland; Pammy, she is called affectionately by some. I speak for her, for me, for us. Us being “Them that’s not-quite-blue-hairs.” We discussed this ad nauseum, Pammy and I, trying to avoid the obvious and decided that, as much as we hate to open the subject, we must keep relevant, real and on top of topical stuff here on my Monthly Bluster, as much as folks don’t want to discuss reality. Between us we have studied this in countless articles and stuff on the tube and Net and talked to many, many mature women, so we KNOW we aren’t the only 2 out of the 6,000,000 single women in Canada who have experienced this weird phenomenon. YESSS we know that all 6,000,000 single women aren’t over 55 and yess, of course we KNOW many, many are not facing anything NEAR this weird new age life of many. And we are SO happy for our […]
Good morning my most awesome circle of friends and family.. I would LOVE to join you here within this image for an intimate tete a tete.. I wonder what we would speak of.. Would we cry on each others shoulder in joy or sorrow in shared emotion?? Would we Laugh til we peed our panties ladies or till we hugged gents? Would we gaze at each other in amazement that we FINALLY met after all the words we have shared here–and discover that YES–we DO love and admire each other after all? Or would we just revel in our surroundings–breathless in it’s beauty.. So tell me.. What would we speak of, you and I, over coffee this morning.. Tell me..
Evening, dear friends and family!!! Hope you winding down the weekend excited about your what the week may bring…and that you will hop outta the sack Monday morning with something brewing on your mind about your job, making your heart stir and bringing a smile to your face..:) …ain’t nuthin’ to make us nervous about the day, otherwise, cause winter driving is not upon us , thank GOD! I’m starting back to work shortly–not for the love or passion for the job–but because I have to. I hope that changes sometime in the future–sooner than later.. I LOVED my working life before I retired to write my novels. I hope to again.. Why? We spend half our lives in our workplace.. Steve Jobs said it bang on..life goes BY fast! Ask me.. I will be 69 in a couple weeks. I was 44–yesterday. As the golden here, may i suggest a thing I learned way back?…. Don’t waste months, days, heck MINUTES if your job makes your stomach twist in knots..if it doesn’t allow your creative juices to flow or stops you from GROWING as a person… May I suggest an exercise to help you make the change if this […]