As a Feng Shui practitioner, I recognize that place provides the prevailing energies, which must be addressed if one is to accurately read any dwelling or business location.
Squeak, always living in present time, though I may not be, suggested I clarify a point made in Blog 3. That of my own history: marriage to the Liverpudlian amicably ended a long time ago. Next week will mark 32 years of marriage to the staunchest supporter a writer could ever have. Born in Los Angeles, he is part of a family with strong legs in California history.
The historical theme will continue in the July blog. To be precise, Aegean history as that is where my current book has taken me. You may know of the island as Santorini. But before that name, it was called ‘Thera’, meaning ‘feared’. But I go back to when it was Kalliste–‘the most beautiful.’ Hey, a volcanic eruption changed everything.
BTW, apologies for the punctuation in Blog 3 (Bible’s should have been bibles). On my shoulder now, Squeak is mimicking a cardinal, which usually means he’s not entirely satisfied with the edit of this blog. Still. Until July. Until Kalliste.
Last month I mentioned Bill Bryson’s book, At Home, an extraordinary portrait of aspects of British history through the study of each room in Bryson’s own historical home in Britain. What a way to tell a tale! What a way to bring history to life! What does the dining room have to tell us about salt? What does it mean to be seated “below the salt?” Bryson not only gives readers a new approach to history but inspires us to go room by room in our own homes to learn more about our place in the world and how we got here. As I write this, Squeak has positioned himself in front of the monitor and is singing his own history about the large cage he shares at night with Bubble, a place revered as Squeabub Castle. Sweet.
How I wish I’d had this book in hand many years ago when, as an eager university student (who might have changed her major from English to history), the professor and books I’d bought for the class were as interesting as drying straw. How could English classes be so vibrant and a British history class be so dead? I’d thought to study both would hone my own skills.
The somnambulist approach to British history by the professor at the university I attended notwithstanding, I did the best thing a student could do and went to England, discovering in the process, what a wonderful and beautiful isle it is despite, among other nasty things, its history of serial killer monarchs like the Tudors. And, in the process, I learned much about my own country of origin, the U.S. I ended up marrying a man from Liverpool and adoring the work of a columnist named Keith Waterhouse. (To honor the late Keith Waterhouse, I gave my Feng Shui detective, Salome, his surname. Though she is Japanese on her mother’s side, Waterhouse totally fit. BTW, Salome is pronounced Sal-o-may. Not Sa-lome. Read your Bible’s now and again.)
History is about living, breathing people who do incomprehensible things that end up changing the world. All that they have done has resulted in this very moment in time and the very place you are in as you read this.
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Squeak has been turning my notes into spitballs–again. This gives me more time to decide that which I want to write about in this Blog. The difference between writing books and blogs–that’s an idea. The “book report”, not unlike “the book review” but without payment and often more boring. Chatter about cockatiels? A Blog seems to be something I must write to be credible. So I will do that. However, I think you should know ahead of time what you might expect from me. Books. I read lots of them and when I’m writing a book I read tons of them, some that don’t seem relevant but most are relevant. So, from me, I think, I’ll share with you some really interesting books I’m reading while I’m working on my own book. Actually, you could do worse. I’ve got great taste in reading. This Blog is more a warning of what to expect. In the next Blog, I’ll tell you about a FABULLOUS book that accompanied me for 5 hours driving down to see my mother, and 5 hours returning home. the wonderful book, so Feng Shui savvy, though he never mentions Feng Shui, is Bill Bryson’s AT HOME. When we meet again, we’ll talk about this extraordinary book. Thanks. I think I know a bit more about what a blog is.
While a bird sits on my head singing ‘The Colonel Bogie March,’ from the movie, “Bridge on the River Kwai,” I write this,our first blog. (The bird’s contribution must be recognized, and this bird is Squeak. You can see him when you click the Twitter button on my website. Hint, he looks just like the 2nd bird in the photo, Bubble.) All of us have been reluctantly dragged into ‘blog-world’ by Point Graphics, the designers of my lovely new website. The word ‘blog’ is ugly and far and away unlike lush-sounding words like perfume, dolphin, sand, moon, song and many others (just been nudged–and yes, Colonel, Bogie, March, cockatiel). Maybe, though, favorite words of the 20th century should now include 21st Century words like e-book, Prius, Goddess, Alora-due (scent from heaven), Obama, and women.
So, here we blog, thanks to Lori Snow and Teresa Carnes (Oh Goodness, 4 lush name words), web designer and e-book cover designer, respectively. They moved seamlessly into the 21st Century by virtue of youth and enthusiasm and have been imparting their knowledge and wisdom to me. Another lovely word with no time restrictions–Grateful.
Tweets, also new to Bubble, Squeak and me, are a fun way to export our particular “knowledges.” The associate image is appropriate given my companion bloggers. Please, do take a look and, if you’re moved to do so, fly with us or Follow, as the case may be.
We look forward to your correspondence!