Sunday, December 2, 2012
Weird how things come full circle.
I taught in Henrico County Schools for many years here in Richmond, Virginia and just recently I saw where one of the local high schools was looking for local authors to do a Barnes and Noble Book signing to help raise money for their choir and band (and library, I think). Bam. I contacted the librarian at Douglas Freeman High School and she has put me in with the book klatch that evening.
So, mark your calendars for Monday, December 10th from 6-8 p.m. at the Libbie Barnes and Noble at the shops at Libbie Place. I will be there signing my latest book, The Mystic Market, and also the book the librarian will place in their school library, Piper's Someday.
I am elated to be back at this venue. Even weirder was when the librarian (who will remain anonymous) told me they could not pay me for this public appearance. Pay me to sign books and chinwag with the holiday revelers? Wow! I'm just glad I got invited to join in.
About five miles from this high school, I taught at J.R. Tucker High School for seven years and then at G.H. Moody Middle School for three years. During those days I will be honest with you, I was dreaming of that book signing at Barnes and Noble. I was dreaming of getting a book published someday.
On Monday, December 10th, I will partake in my fourth Barnes and Noble book signing. This note here tells me that through persistence, determination, hard-work and a lot of dreaming that, while my bank account may not have the seven digits (yet) my soul is rich with altruism and wonder.
'Tis the Season!
Hope to see you there.
Here's a pic of my Vera's Still Point signing...
Thursday, August 9, 2012
It's for YOUR dog...help for canine cancer; help for mental illnessHasidic Saying: (from Wayne Dyer's Book - The Power of Intention)
"When you walk across the fields with your mind pure and holy,
then from all the stones, and all the growing things, and all animals,
the sparks of their soul come out and cling to you, and then
they are purified and become holy fire in you."
Recently, I have had some pretty profound experiences. You ever get the chills? You know, the chills that come out of nowhere and sweep across your body and the temperature could be hundred degrees outside.
I call it angel sweeping. Angels sweeping over you to make a contact - a connection to let you know they are with you and to pay attention to the spiritual being that you are having the human experience.
A few days ago, my friend Georgia Beers lost her grandmother and she blogged so lovingly about it. I rarely have moments these days to read blogs but I happened upon hers and read it and felt such love for her and her journey. Georgia is a gifted writer and friend and I think she's got it all in the "human package" department - plus as many of us all know, Georgia is gorgeous - inside and out. I immediately sent her a prayer and I know her grandmother is now running some serious interference for her and her books. Go, Georgia, Go! We all love you and your books. It gave me a chill...sweet, sweet chills....
On a funny note, Bett Norris and I have been trying to trade blogs for about, oh, I don't know, three or four months now. We can't seem to find the time to get our thoughts to the table so I am just going to say to you all that Bett Norris is one of the most hysterical people I know. Funny, exuberant, and she tells a mean story, too. I love her as a person and as a writer and if you get a chance, check her books out...you will not be disappointed. I read Miss McGhee and loved it. As I read over this, I frankly have not gotten a chill, but am sure the next time I see Bett, the funny angels will rise and we will all be there to experience it. Remember the panel at GCLS last year. I still crack up when I think about that.
Now, to Wayne Dyer...if you have not read this guy - do. He is the karmic divine inspiration for our time and, ironically, I read his blog yesterday and saw that his mother passed in July. Chills. Uh-huh. So, while I don't know him on a personal level, I do on a spiritual one. I sent a prayer his way and know that what he states about death is true. He imagines it to leaving one room and going into the next...dying is like discarding our bodies like an old shoe. We move on, transformed to the next level, perhaps to come back to earth school or to venture to the spirit realm or to a heavenly realm to continue our soul's journey there.
I'm not quite sure. But, if you sit still in a quiet place in nature for 10 or 15 minutes, something might awaken in you to see that there is a mystery and it will unveil itself. For all of us...one day.
Leaving now, getting the chills.
I love you, Georgia....I love you, Bett...I love you, Wayne Dyer.
I love you, the reader.
Ruth (and the spirit of River and many others)
p.s. I still see Piper's Someday as a movie....don't you?
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
It's all for OUR dogs...
Our goal: To find a producer or celeb or anyone who will help make Piper's Someday (the book River stars in) into a movie.
Year 2 of Forever
Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)
My friend, Patrice, died last night of pancreatic cancer. She was diagnosed in August of 2010. At 50, she leaves behind two children and a legacy of love and a gaggle of friends who were drawn too her like a moth to a flame. We speculated that she weighed about 75 pounds and had hung on without water or food for over eight days while in hospice. Her yoga and verve for life and music and her staunch loyalty to her family kept her heart going long after the hospice nurses thought she would have gone. My guess. My guess only.
Those of you who have been touched by too-early-a-death of a loved one know the veracity and variety of emotions - all at once, then sometimes, nothing at all. Just empty space. Pregnant and empty.
I was in bed asleep last night on Valentine's Eve while Patrice was taking her last breaths. I did not hear the phone ring when my sister called and then she texted me the news - I saw it this morning while I was backing out of the driveway to go to work.
I burst into tears. Elated that her long arduous journey was finally at a close. Grievous to the point of being out of breath at the fact I would never see her again.
But, Patrice teaches me like good friends do. She, even in this moment, is only a little above all of those who knew her and loved her. Her awareness thick and alive and floating into the ether with her mother, Ethyl, and her brother that died as a teenager, Billy. All three of them - all together again.
Families like to stay together...
Patrice loved my dog, River. Even though she was allergic to her, she still cackled at River's shenanigans and was always asking her to "quit licking me!" River loved to antagonize Patrice with unwanted licks and was forever being too close to her. I can see Patrice picking off dog hair even as I write this. However, when she (River) had her surgery to remove her leg last year (and while Patrice herself was going in for chemotherapy), Patrice called me and checked in on us both to see how we were doing. She believed in River and in River's dream.
On a personal note...two years ago, when I had shattered my ankle and lay in my bed day in and day out in intense pain, Patrice came over on many occasions brought me lunch, made me do yoga stretches in the bed, and then wheeled me in the wheelchair out into the January sun. I can still hear her voice. That New England clip.
"Get outta the bed and I'm going to roll you outside. Come on! Ruth, you need some fresh air," Patrice calmly barked the loving order. She did that to a lot of us.
People leave all kinds of legacies. Patrice did, too.
On this particular heavy Valentine's Day, I'd have to just say that Patrice McInnis left us all a little happier in this world than when we all came into it - just because she existed.
She was kind, she showed up, she helped children and she loved good music and talks about sexy men and sexy everything. A complete crack up.
Go, Patrice, Go!
Here is a picture of Patrice taken when I got my first book published: She's the blond in front over to the right with the faded jeans on and the white sweater. (Third from the right).
River and I both send our love to your family and friends.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
It's all for OUR dogs...
Our goal: To find a producer or celeb or anyone who will help make Piper's Someday (the book River stars in) into a movie. If you can help, contact me!
Year 2 of Forever
Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)
River sleeps at my feet as I tap this blog out to my 42 followers. A gutteral moan issues from her glottal lobe each time she turns over and lies on her side. Sweet baby...over a year after surgery, my three-legged dreamboat is still my guardian of being.
Passing the time, my girlfriend is watching "As Good as It Gets" with Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt. Great writing. Jack Nicholson is a lovely son-of-an-OCD-bitch. I love his mannerisms and recalculations on words and nuances. He's the whole movie.
This morning I passed some time thinking on my good friend Patrice who is dying of pancreatic cancer. We had a prayer group on Monday and chanted "Happy Trails. Go in Peace. We love You." She still lingers and I still wonder why she's hanging on.
While I was thinking on her, I picked up Poets and Writers Magazine and began to read stories of inspiration on writing and revision and am always amazed at the articles written in that magazine. They tell stories with such grace and wisdom and detail and I find myself saying, "how can I write like that?" Then first lines of books begin to daudle around the ether of my brain and stuff like this comes out:
Sitting on a stack of milk crates by rotting bananas in the office of the Garrisonville 7 Eleven, I point to words on a page on a eight dollar cancer policy and watch the Hispanic store clerk glaze over like a Krispy Kreme.
I love the inspiration.
I love my guardian of being.
I love Helen Hunt.
I want 4.2 million people to read all of my books.
I will renew my magazine subscription to Poets and Writers. I wish my friend to pass on and float like an angel into the ether. Go.
Till next time,
Ruth and River
p.s. The Mystic Market is OUT! If you want a copy of it, go to bellabooks.com, Amazon or your local bookstore. They will order one up for ya.