Waiting To Exhale

Waiting to exhale … that deep breath as you settle into comfort and truth and love and yourself.  When you get what you always wanted.  I have felt so much motivation and action this week.  I do believe that my energy and passion has come from the novel A Dangerous Mourning by Anne Perry which I completed reading on Tuesday.  The book left me feeling exhilarated and confident – more sure of myself, who I am, and my goals.  I love uncovering a mystery!  This week has been one long inhale and now I must release.

The work I have done this week has cleared up my intention on blogging for I need one to keep up in this ratrace on the internet. I have always found blogging, and still do but maybe it is lessened a bit, a crazy, intense form of media.  There is so much of it out there and so much pressure to get numbers and attract people.  It is overwhelming.  It is like everyone has their own newspapers and has to be at every street corner trying to sell, screaming above the person beside them.

Yet I have this desire to be of service.  I wish to inspire people to be themselves.  Perhaps find themselves first.  Clear away all the anger and hurt and expectations.  Shake the dusty blankets off all the agreeing and trying and settle into being you.   I want people to notice the clues to being themselves – uncover their purpose – their destiny.   The only way to help is to hear stories.  I would love to help you uncover your unsolved mystery.  Or perhaps hear how you uncovered it.  Maybe you always new it and have never felt that lost feeling some of us have.

It is my intention for people to find the hidden clues of who they are.  Just as I did in my book Sunlight.  To live a life doing and being what you love.  Like solving the mystery of Anne Perry’s novels you need some querying and questioning but also time for reflection.

Understanding the concept of life-purpose is my passion.  I feel more comfortable and sure of it’s direction.  It is my niche.  It is my quest.  Ahh … I can exhale.

What is something that you did, saw, read, experienced, whatever, that left you feeling exhilarated?


My Thoughts On “A Dangerous Mourning” by Anne Perry

Once again Perry has pulled me into her world. She gave puzzle pieces, clues, to solve the unknown picture. I thoroughly enjoyed how she left me hanging at the end of The Face of A Stranger, the first book in the Monk series. I had to know what was going to happen to Inspector Monk so I followed him to A Dangerous Mourning. Only now, she has me even more fascinated with Hester to boot!

I am very drawn to the main characters Monk and Hester. They have such admirable qualities. They are witty and do not hesitate to share their opinions. They always seem to handle situations wonderfully. Never sacrificing themselves for someone else. Always aware of their thoughts and how to best handle the people and the circumstances they are in. Receptive to others personality and emotions as they speak to them. Characteristics that many would be fascinated with.

I enjoy how Perry speaks of customs and social norms. Especially those pertaining to women. How women were meant to be gentle, fragile beings sitting pretty doing needle work. I wonder if there were a great many more women in that era that were like Hester, wanting more from life, wanting to make a difference.

I am curious about how she unfolded the story, laying out her clues. I deciphered early on that there was something in the story that had to do with Octavia’s husbands dying in the war. The night of her death she told her Uncle, Septimus, that he would understand better than anyone else. The only major quality that was shared about Septimus was that he had been unable to spend his life with the woman he loved. So I was left wondering when Monk would investigate Octavia’s husbands passing. Yet, I suppose a man dying in the war was nothing much to investigate. Even more so, what could she possibly have in common with her Uncle. Who would think to tie these two concepts in real life when there is so much else going on around them. I guess it may have been a dead end, no pun intended. Yet, I felt very pleased, watch me as I stroke my ego, that I had suspicions about this part of the story and was glad to see that it played out in the end.

I was also keen on the characters behaviours and declared who the murderers were before there was any proof. I knew who was responsible but had no idea why. I feel proud that I deciphered Perry’s code … well part of it.

Closing the book and laying it on my night stand I returned my head down to my pillow, to reflect on the story, the world that I just left.  As the day crept on I noticed a new light inside me. An energy floating around. I was in a high all day. I am still feeling the side affects a day later. It inspired me to write, shook my muse awake as she has been sleeping for a few weeks, maybe months. I am not sure when I last saw her actually. It opened up a door for me and I believe it is because I saw my interests as well as messages, quotes, that spoke to me. It woke me up and revitalized me and I hope to hang onto this feeling as long as I can.

Her ability to wrap the reader into the lives of the characters as well as bring you into their perspective is most rewarding for any writer. For the characters are strong believers for every person to be themselves and pursue their interests yet recognize socially that is not acceptable in many cases. It is like a self-help book that snuck onto your book shelf. To see the characters determined to pursue their passions, to know their strengths and not let anyone, not even social pressures detour them from their path is most amazing. These characters could be real people out there.

Due to my desire to follow Monk and Hester I will be picking up the next book, Defend and Betray, in the very near future to stalk them on their next adventure.