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#Selfie

#Selfie, noun: a picture that you take of yourself especially by using the camera on your smartphone. It’s a whole new world of photography with our electronic gizmos. It used to be you would never have your picture taken unless you were looking your best. Photo shoots were meant for family mementos or as gifts for special occasions. You would primp and pose and hope for the perfect you. Now we take Instagram or Snapchats, add some animated hats or quirky facial features and the world gets to see us in our least attractive pose.   Then again, I have come to enjoy this new found photographic freedom…   There’s something to be said about spontaneous, quirky pics of ourselves, and with others. Seeing friends as they travel, to be a part of their world while they are on the move. It can be an awesome way to enjoy a moment in time and create new memories instantaneously.   The only caution is checking the motivation for our selfies. The word itself implies being self-centered. But God knows our hearts and those of others. We shouldn’t judge someone else’s motive for taking pictures, but we need to be aware of our own incentives for these shots—are we looking for kudos, focusing on ourselves or merely enjoying the experience? Loving A Selfie, is a novella based on the story of a self-serving woman who is determined to conquer the world. Shelley Auburn is the proverbial A-type personality. As the executive for Universal Station, a competitive website designed to take over every major worldwide web, her ambition and drive propels every decision. However, Shelley is interested in more than just being an executive for the company. She will stop at nothing to become the primary shareholder, and the best course of action is marrying the heir apparent, Patrick Malloy.   An unexpected trip to the company’s London office with John Cox, Universal Station’s spiritual advisor, turns out to be a major test of her will and heart. On Shelley’s return to America, an automobile accident along with a doctor’s frightening diagnosis put a halt to her ambitions. But are they enough to sway her life goals and dreams? Will Shelley marry Patrick for his wealth and finally have all she has strived for, or will the sudden changes in life’s circumstances open her eyes to a world of unimaginable love that plunge her headlong into its embrace?   *** I hope you  enjoy this Valentine's Romance. Be sure to share and if you sign up a friend to receive this blog, you can read this story free of charge. It’s a gift from me to you to say thank you for being a part of www.beasattitudes.net.   Click the pic below and order your copy today:   ...

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Word

Choose a word. The challenge comes every New Year with the same predictability as the ball dropping on Times Square. A word is chosen to influence one’s life journey for the next twelve months. Rebel that I am, I have decided to choose not one but four:   Think. Outside. The. Box. Our granddaughter emptied a box of Lego, the shape of a piano on its cover. She didn't contemplate what it meant to think outside the box, she came by it naturally.   So instead of building a #BabyGrand, she created the Tower of Babel.   I want to emulate her childlike approach and bring this line of thinking into the New Year in three areas:     Relationally: When I consider how I act toward others I naturally want to treat them the way I want to be treated. But why not step outside of myself, go above and beyond the call of duty and treat them even BETTER? Perhaps I'll do something anonymously. Send flowers to someone who’d least expect them. The options are endless, my imagination just needs to be released.     Personally: Every year I ask what I want to do to improve my health, my spiritual and emotional growth. This time, I want to try something different. Something outside the ordinary. And not just one thing, I'd like to explore several new adventures. To begin, I’m going to sign up on www.runtheedge.com and walk 2,017 miles this year.     Creatively: I want to write outside the box. In the hands of Disney, a dog becomes a talking, animated creature. Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games, makes a young woman with braids and freckles a warrior who saves the world. It takes musing to create a New World in art, music and with words. And one must Think. Outside. The. Box to do so.       These four words will be mine this year and I’m sticking with them—whatever it might mean and however they reveal themselves.     Do you have any suggestions what Thinking Outside The Box might look like? I’m open to any and all advice in these three areas of my life for the next twelve months.   By the way, don’t forget the BIG DATE:  5.15.17. Bethel Manor Reborn will be released by Crooked Cat.   In the meantime, I hope your New Year is blessed and perhaps you might consider stepping away from the norm and THINK. OUTSIDE. THE. BOX. with me. Bethel Manor Dying to Eat at the Pub    Christmas at the Corp   I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within. Gustave Flaubert  ...

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You Only Live Once…

You only live once. But Christmas comes every year. And this morning, I woke with visions of sugar cookies, decorations, Christmas cards, and gift-wrapping dancing in my head. Made my inner world spin with the sheer thought of everything that needed to be done in the next few weeks.       So I decided to go for a walk to clear the onslaught of thoughts, to hopefully put everything back into perspective.     Walking down the lane, on my right flank a lone gray heron swept low and quietly along the water. The long wings and elongated legs resembled some type of prehistoric creature, a stealth fighter trying to stay beneath the radar to capture its unsuspecting fish prey.       In front, squirrels played hopscotch and a game of hide-and-seek with their acorn treasures. They flitted in circles, spun up and down trees with the speed of delighted children in a playground.     To my left, odd shaped stalactite-type roots grew from the ground.       God’s creation was at work, play, and offering a sight of fascination. There was so much to enjoy, I forgot the frenzy that only an hour before had consumed my mind and had given me heartburn.         The joy of Christmas can at times get lost because of self-imposed stressors. This year as we consider the tree, trimmings, pretty packages and blinking lights why not take time to enjoy some free gifts?   Creation offers so much pleasure. It’s time to tap into what’s within our midst and lay aside the pressures.         May I suggest another way to relax, besides enjoying the grand outdoors? Fix a warm cup of hot chocolate, have a cookie and curl up with a Christmas story.   You Only Live Once so why not unwind and enjoy *Y.O.L.O. Christmas at the Corps an inspirational novella. Click here and download to your Kindle or Nook.       Or if you suggest www.beasattitudes.net to a friend, and they subscribe, I will send the book to you and them at no cost. What a great way to escape the stress by giving and receiving a free gift this Christmas season—it’s almost as wonderful as enjoying God's creation. Well, almost :-)...

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Pumpkins? A mystery?

Pumpkins are a mystery to me. If you think about it, they aren’t very attractive—plain in color and odd in shape. However, the origin of their name is rather interesting. In Greece they were originally named pepon; translated means orange melon. Once autumn begins, and Halloween looms pumpkins are everywhere. And not just as Jack-o-lanterns on the front porch. They are made into soups, baked in breads and used for table decorations. At a recent outing, pumpkin corn bread was served.     There is a growing appreciation for these rather plain gourds. It seems they are with us more often than guests during the holidays, and are found on almost every fall-celebration table. We use them for pies during Thanksgiving and Christmas, and in our hot drinks—pumpkin spice latte, extra pumpkin please.   In order to create the perfect pie or drink, though, ingredients must be added. Cinnamon, nutmeg and a bit of sugar make the ideal combination. Alone, the orange melon is quite tasteless.   So what’s the mystery for our love of pumpkins? Part of it seems to be their ability to create ambiance and nostalgia. For some, they bring us back to home-gatherings and memories of childhood. For others, it offers an opportunity to create new memories of standing in Starbuck lines and having the first taste of fall in a cup.   Pumpkins aren’t the only mystery we can enjoy, though. There is a genre of books called cozy mysteries. If you haven’t heard of these, they are known for the ingredients of humor and amateur sleuth characters —think Agatha Christie.   Alone, a mystery offers suspense and drama but read a cozy and you have the perfect ingredients for creating memories of places never visited and fascinating people you will most likely will never meet.   So,  why not curl up with a pumpkin spice latte and a Cozy today? After all, that's how memories are created...

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Waiting in the doctor’s office is never easy…

Waiting in the doctor’s office is never easy. Even though they try to make your stay as comfortable as possible, you still know that behind one of those ominous doors a doctor waits to take your vitals and give you the news. Good or bad.     A recent visit to the clinic, and we were surrounded by the typical décor of many waiting rooms. Two colorful pictures hung on one wall. Expressionistic paintings of fall colors replicated on a thousand other photos of the same scene. Magazines were on side tables, and in one corner a fake ficus tree was trying to present hominess and comfort. But the plastic leaves in the attractive pot fell short of duplicating a cozy home.   Although this tree was a better option than a blank space and cold antiseptic atmoshere none of us had to be told it wasn’t the real thing. How could we tell? The leaves, and the obvious absence of dirt and earthy smell. Try as we might to recreate the natural with replicas there is nothing quite the same as the real thing.   Take this leaf for example. Its corners are curled, the color is fading and the shape is not necessarily appealing. Yet we love to gather these fallen foliage and plunge headlong into their waiting arms. You wouldn’t find anyone doing that with a pile of Papier-mâché ones.     Although I thoroughly enjoy social media, it too offers the fake. There is nothing in the media that is social, as we once knew it. Although it can be a wonderful means of meeting up with old acquaintances and is certainly a way for companies to sell their goods it still doesn’t replace the authentic.     A real social experience is one where people meet together—one on one, as a church group, a restaurant gathering or at sports events. It is doing life together. And that means being real. It’s accepting the fact that we have curled corners, our color is fading with the fleeting years, and our shape might not be as appealing as it had been. But what matters, what counts the most is the real deal and not the fake—plunging headlong into an embrace, not a ‘like’ on an Internet site.     If we want to get to know someone, it’s the person beneath the façade that appeals to us. It’s time to get real and not stand in a corner wearing our fake. How about you? Ready to meet others face to face and accept them as they are?   By the way, may I introduce you to some genuine people? Dana K. Ray, Irene Onorato, Linda Robinson These writers are not necessarily well known, but they spend many hours trying to formulate stories that they pray will be a joy for their readers. I do hope you enjoy their work, but most of all I hope you get to know them as friends—they are the real deal.  ...

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Here they come…

Oh, oh, here they come. First they arrive one by one, then by the dozens, and finally hordes begin descending. Yes, fall leaves will soon be piling up, and they can leave homeowners quite disgruntled. But if I close my eyes, the aromas of the season and the crunching sounds of the leaves send me back to childhood. I remember the colors of autumn in upstate New York and hear the laughter as we piled those leaves into heaps, got a running start and dove deep into fall. Even the dusty plume enveloping us from crushing them was a sweet sensation. Isn’t it astonishing that memories are still so fresh even after such a long time? We are not created as programmable computers with bit and bytes storing vital information that at any given moment can be repeated. But memories are indelibly etched in our minds and are recreated through all of the senses. If I hear a particular song it can take me back to high school days. Smelling peanut butter cookies or hot oatmeal on a cold winter morning, and I instantly visualize the kitchen where I grew up, see the steam rise and frost the windows. What we see, or hear, touch, taste, or smell can recreate a memory. However, unlike the programmable computer our memories cannot be erased. The bad comes with the good, and sights and sounds that frightened us as children can continue to create fear in us as adults. We are told to think on; "...

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Here they come…

Oh, oh, here they come. First they arrive one by one, then by the dozens, and finally hordes begin descending. Yes, fall leaves will soon be piling up, and they can leave homeowners quite disgruntled. But if I close my eyes, the aromas of the season and the crunching sounds of the leaves send me back to childhood. I remember the colors of autumn in upstate New York and hear the laughter as we piled those leaves into heaps, got a running start and dove deep into fall. Even the dusty plume enveloping us from crushing them was a sweet sensation. Isn’t it astonishing that memories are still so fresh even after such a long time? We are not created as programmable computers with bit and bytes storing vital information that at any given moment can be repeated.   But memories are indelibly etched in our minds and are recreated through all of the senses. If I hear a particular song it can take me back to high school days. Smelling peanut butter cookies or hot oatmeal on a cold winter morning, and I instantly visualize the kitchen where I grew up, see the steam rise and frost the windows. What we see, or hear, touch, taste, or smell can recreate a memory. However, unlike the programmable computer our memories cannot be erased. The bad comes with the good, and sights and sounds that frightened us as children can continue to create fear in us as adults. We are told to think on; "...

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