I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Live with Intention
I heard a saying “Live with Intention” from an amazing woman who is far wiser than her years and could be an example to us all. The more I thought about these three simple words, the depth of their meaning became crystal clear. Most people have a philosophy, viewpoint or code by which they live. My mother used to say: “Don’t let the grass grow under your feet” which I believe meant; live your life to the full, make the most out of every day, be responsible for your actions, weigh words carefully, don’t gossip, stay true to yourself and to others, and be the best person you can whilst enjoying each moment. Life has its ups and downs, and having Gaucher and Parkinson’s is definitely a “downer”, but my life has many “ups” too. So I try to concentrate on the “ups” staying positive despite very trying circumstances. Today is Friday, the end of yet another week and I don’t know where the days have vanished to. We have a weekend planned with family and friends, so I will “live with intention” and “won’t let the grass grow under my feet”. Have a good weekend wherever you are and I will leave you with a question; if there was one sentence you could be remembered for, what would it be?
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