Thanksgiving, 2013

Posted on November 28, 2013 by wendykarasin

May your day be filled with peace, blessings, wonder and gratitude! 

I take a few moments to sip my morning coffee and write before I fill the turkey with stuffing and place it in the oven for the next 6-7 hours. It’s a big turkey. And set my dining room table with pretty dishes, glasses and cloth napkins that have different designs and colors. I have white candles everywhere and familiar sights, sounds and smells will soon invade my world, in a most joyous manner. 

Smiling faces, wine and hor- doeuvres will breeze around my living room, in connective crisscross lines.  A happy holiday is about to occur, one that I must step away from this computer in order to make. I am doing that now.

I wish everyone family, friends, love – lots of love – and enough connective crisscrosses enough to last a lifetime.

 

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Posted on November 27, 2013 by wendykarasin

Wednesday, 9 a.m. The weather is dreary – a fast storm approaching, the butternut squash doesn’t taste the way I hoped, I need a manicure. Yet little can dampen my excitement. This is my favorite holiday. All American, no religious relevance, all about gratitude. Today will require Continue reading →

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Journey To Publish: Great!

Posted on November 25, 2013 by wendykarasin

With Thanksgiving days away (I still have’t gotten my turkey!) gratitude is the theme of the season. Not that it isn’t at other times of the year, but Thanksgiving is the word’s epitome. My yoga teacher sent a gratitude email called: 21 Days of Gratitude (check it out) with award winning photography and mentors from around the world sharing their thoughts on the subject. This is my favorite holiday, family and friends sharing a meal for no other reason than being grateful. It is humbling and invigorating.

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Dinner is a gastronomic delight. We are relaxed and happy. Massages and facials can do that. So can hanging out with a dear, long time friend. As we walk past the pub where jazz guitarists play soul stirring music, we notice a large poster leaning, slightly tilted, against an easel on the south side of the building. We tacitly agree to wander in that direction and read the board’s contents. A Reiki Master healer and Medium will be at the spa, for one day only, tomorrow.

Norwich Inn, Healing

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Posted on November 22, 2013 by wendykarasin | 2 Comments

Journey To Publish: Incommunicado

Posted on November 21, 2013 by wendykarasin

The weekend was spectacular and I’ve been incommunicado. Manhattan, often a place of excitement and sheer joy, did not disappoint. I saw a movie Friday evening on 86th street (Dallas Buyer’s Club), went to a writer’s group most of Saturday afternoon on 82nd street and had dinner with my son, Scott and his girlfriend, Ashley at Del Frisco’s on 49th street. Sunday, after breakfast, I drove to New Haven, Connecticut on the first leg of my journey.

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Journey To Publish: Just Write

Posted on November 15, 2013 by wendykarasin

It is a lazy, chilly Friday. I had not intended to blog today but the voice of my middle son comes through, just write. There are stories everywhere; in my kitchen where a cabinet houses my grandmother’s white china with delicate green and purple flowers around the rim, in the burl dining room table I bought in the early 1980’s and love despite the many scratches and stains years of use have inflicted, in the silver candlestick holders that belonged to great grandparents I have never met.  Continue reading →

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Rambling Rose

Posted on November 14, 2013 by wendykarasin

Today looks to be a good one, lots to do, see, read, consider. I have recently joined online writer’s forums and have resurrected many of my poems, with minor modifications, from decades past. I must admit to a feeling of surprise at the prospect of them still being relevant. Poetry, as with most writing, has a way of cutting through what separates us, and joining us in a (these diversions are killing me) Kumbaya moment, or universal moment, or moment of strong emotion and reflection. I see writing, at its best, as a unifier, an educator, a shot of serotonin. The more I read and write, the more engaged in life I become, and, alongside periods of frustration or angst, I feel a part of something larger than myself, and of import. Continue reading →

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