Zelda Obsession Confession

I have a confession to make. I’m obsessed with the Zelda games. I play a few video games but Zelda is the one I’m obsessed with.

The first one I played was The Legend of Zelda, Twilight Princess. Being able to explore the world of Hyrule and solve puzzles and make progress so much fun. The game was huge and I loved exploring it. Then came the Skyward Sword and this one was even better. I’ve been playing these games for years on the Wii.

I would love to say that I played right through these games as fast as I could but no. For me exploring every inch and solving puzzles and side quests is just as fun as the main objective. Losing myself in the world of Hyrule is the point. While I’m concentrating on those games, I’m not thinking about anything else. It’s a true escape for me.

This Christmas my husband totally surprised me by getting me the Nintendo Switch. Colorful fireworks background Free Vector I was beyond excited. This was the best present I’ve gotten in years! Some women want jewelry or nice clothes. Not me! Give me a game system and I’m in heaven! I know, I’m weird that way. And this is the first game system that was just for me. Obviously I share and like to play games with others but I feel like a kid who just got their heart’s desire and didn’t even know that’s what I wanted! I’m thrilled.  

Nintendo Switch

He got me the MarioKart 8 game to play on it which was great because I played that on the Wii too and have enjoyed it.

Zelda Breath of the Wild

Then my son gave me the new Zelda game! Cue the angelic choir! Zelda! Zelda, Breath of the Wild.

I immediately set it up and couldn’t wait to get familiar with how it worked. I behaved and I let the family all try it on Christmas day. But I couldn’t wait try it by myself, to get to know the controls so well that I wouldn’t have to think about them and just play. I couldn’t wait to be back in the world of Hyrule again!

The great thing about the Switch system (And no, I am not a spokesperson for Nintendo. I just happen to think this system is convenient for me.) is that I can play it on the TV but it also has a hand held console with a screen so I can play the game on that when others want to watch the TV. I can set the screen on a table and play or I can play it right in my hands. I can take the game with me! Anywhere!

Uh oh. This could be dangerous!

So here we are three weeks after Christmas and I am thrilled to be back in Hyrule again! I’m exploring and learning. I think this is the best version of the game so far. You can go anywhere and do just about anything. And when the character dies because of my making a bad move, which happens a lot for me, it just picks up at the last saved place. It auto-saves or I can save it any time I want to which is fantastic because I’m terrible at these games so I save all the time.

So what is the point to all of this?

It’s the feeling of the excitement of a child. Its the ability these games give us to be childlike and explore and just go for it. Knowing that we are having fun without real life consequences is exhilarating. These games are an escape from a tough world from time to time.

And as long as I’m going to work and fulfilling my duties in the real world, then what harm is there in playing?

I think that’s why I’m having so much fun. We all need to find that something that lets us play like a child. And if we forget how to play what kind of life are we living?

What do you do to feel like a kid again? How do you play?


Believe and Focus

2017. What a year!

I was really struggling in the last quarter of 2017. I’m usually a pretty positive person and for the short times when I’m not, I can pull myself out of it and move on. I wasn’t able to do that as well as usual. I had a sense of anxiety that didn’t seem to be caused by any one thing. That was unnerving. And scary. And for those of you who suffer from severe anxiety on a regular basis, I have a new respect for what you deal with on a regular basis. And I’m so glad there are a variety of treatments out there.

I knew that I needed to keep searching for a solution and an answer to why I was feeling this way. But the more I thought about it the more I worried and the worse it got. So I stopped questioning why I felt the way I did and shifted my focus. 

This all sounds very deep and wonderful but I’m also a bit stubborn so I sometimes overlook the obvious. After a week or so (maybe it was longer) I was in a store looking at Christmas ornaments and I found one that had the word ‘believe’ on it. I realized that I had been seeing or hearing the word ‘believe’ over and over again for weeks! I mean a lot. Like a ridiculous amount of times. I finally really saw it and knew that this was my sign, my word, and I was on the right track. I bought the ornament and hung it on the Christmas tree at eye level, (which is pretty low because I’m short) so I could see it as a positive affirmation every day.

Just focusing on that one word a few times a day made a difference.

For me, focusing on believing that things happen for a reason and that it will all work out was what I needed to get out of my funk. Mostly. It’s a daily practice. Sometimes it’s hour by hour or minute by minute. It depends on the day.

So that brought me to the word ‘focus’. Our thoughts are powerful so we need to focus on what we want in our lives and not all the craziness in the world around us. I know this sounds like a cliché but it’s true.

If I can focus on finding something beautiful, positive or inspiring every day it’s amazing how much better life is. It never fails. It isn’t easy, but it works.

Like what?

Like the miracle of the tiny Juncos that visit my feeder in this frigid weather. The fact that these tiny creatures can survive outside when the temperature has been in the teens during the day and in the single digits at night amazes me. 

Junco hanging on a windy, frigid day.

Or the soft touch of my cat’s paw resting on my arm at night. And that gentle look of contentment on her face.

Or the giggle of a toddler at work.

Or helping someone anytime and anywhere. It doesn’t have to be big. Just seeing someone smile or say thank you because of something I did is huge.

When I focus on these things then I can believe that there is good in this world and if we choose to focus on that instead of all the terrible things the media throws at us then I believe that 2018 will be a better year.

I wish everyone a positive 2018.

Happy New Year.

This Chicks Sunday Commentary: Christmas Book Tree’s

This post if full of great creative ideas. Has anyone else done this?

The Reading Chick

I was in Columbia, TN this week wandering around their downtown and wandered my way into a bookstore. Funny how that happens!  What drew me in was this beautiful Christmas book tree in the window of the store. (I’ll be honest, the books did too!)

Book TreeI took a picture and turned to the guy at the counter and asked him how many books it took to make this tree. He said “I dunno.” Very disappointing answer! I can’t imagine I’m the first person to walk into the store and ask that question. Anyway, I took a picture and marveled at how high it stood, wondering if I had enough books at home to make one.  I probably do, but it would leave my bookshelves absolutely empty! As well as the thought of putting all of those books back on the shelves persuaded me to not build a tree quite that…

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Change of Season Inside and Out

This summer seemed to be a perfect growing season. We had a lot of warm and humid days with just the right amount of rain.

My focus was on the outside. Gardens and traveling. Getting together with family and friends.  Going all the time. Focusing on other people and other places.

The farm fields were bursting with life and growth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen corn so tall. Some of the roads felt like driving between tall, green walls of cornstalks. Most of the wonderful views were hidden until now, as row by row crops have been harvested and it feels like the world has opened up again.

With the change of seasons I find myself drawn inside more. Both inside myself and indoors. Time to bring my attention closer. Like the views, my mind is opening up. Maybe it was growing season for my thoughts?

Soon there will be snow drifting over the open fields. It’s time to make my home a cozy haven for the cold months ahead and explore what has ripened in my mind.


Oh, if I could be more like a tree on this Sunday morning

This is a beautiful post from one of my favorite blogs. Please visit Live & Learn by David Kanigan. Happy Sunday.

Live & Learn

See how the trees
Reach up and outward
As if their entire existence
Were an elegant gesture of prayer.
See how they welcome the breath of spirit,
In all its visible and invisible forms.
See how the roots reach downward and out,
Embracing the physical,
The body and bones
Of its soul of earth and stone,
Allowing half its life to be sheltered
in the most quiet and secret places.

Oh, if I could be more like a tree on this Sunday morning,
To feel the breath of invisible spirit
Touch me as tenderly as a kiss on the forehead.
If I could courageously and confidently
Dig down into the dark
Where the ground water runs deep,
Where shelter and sanctuary
Can be had and held.

Ah, to be like a tree
With all its bent and unbent places,
A whole and holy thing
From its topmost twigs
To the…

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Saved Flowers and Hummingbirds

It has been almost two years since we moved and I am happy to say that there isn’t much that I miss from the old house. It’s a great feeling to know that while we were there we were very happy but that time is over with and I have moved on without any regrets.

I knew however, I would miss some of the plants in my gardens so I brought two of them with me.

One is a Canna that I have wintered over in a pot for years. Canna in pot

I’m not sure of the exact cultivar. It has amazing leaves full of color and patterns. And the flowers are a bright cheerful orange. I keep it in the pot and put it in the garage every winter since it isn’t winter hardy here. Every couple of years I divide it, keeping some in the pot and planting others in the ground. I got this plant years ago when I worked at a nursery. I’ve always had it grow in the pot outside our garage and I have continued that tradition here. This summer I needed to divide it and I planted four small ones along the side of the house. Needless to say they are very happy here! cannas 1

The other plant that I knew I would miss is called Lady-In-Red Salvia or Salvia coccinea.

Lady flowers

Salvia coccinea


The flowers on these delicate annuals are hummingbird magnets. I had them planted just outside of my screened in porch and it was magical to sit in that porch and have hummingbirds come right up to me.


I collected some seeds and brought them with me when I moved. Early this spring I started them in pots and when they were big enough I planted them in the ground outside our front porch and in the back by the patio. Then I waited.

You can’t imagine my delight the first time a saw a hummingbird sipping from these flowers. A female ruby-throated hummingbird has been visiting for the last few months and it makes my day whenever I see her.

I discovered that she likes the flowers on the Cannas too so that was a fun surprise.

It may seem silly if you aren’t into plants and gardens but these two plants make me feel settled here and somehow that despite everything, all is right in my little part of the world. That there is beauty and continuity even when so much changes in life.

And if you believe in such things, hummingbirds represent joy. I couldn’t agree more.


That’s Okay.

Summer has flown by for me.

It has been full of growth, experiences, and a season of transitions. Good and bad. And not just for me but for the world it seems. It was just full to the brim. Overflowing, really.

I think I felt overwhelmed by so many things and in some ways shut down. Yet at the same time I was observing all that I could. Really feeling life. Really trying to understand all I was seeing and experiencing. Which was great!

I’ve also been exploring different outlets of creativity which is fun and exciting.

My writing stopped. I kept up with my journaling but not really any other writing. The strangest part of that was that I didn’t care. I go through dry spells but when I do I’m always wondering why or worried about not writing. Not this time. I didn’t worry and it was okay.

I think my energy was going to other things. There is always so much to deal with in life so I was doing that. Again, good and bad. I just went with that energy.

And that was okay.

Now the words are coming back. The first sign of that was not sleeping well. I have to be writing regularly otherwise my thoughts become too numerous and unruly. They are like petulant children who aren’t getting enough attention and begin demanding it. My priorities become unclear and I end up doing too much of everything except writing. Writing helps keep me and my life in order.

I don’t even realize that this is the problem until I try to write it out. And then its like the flood gates open and I get writer’s cramp from trying to get it all down as fast as I can. And it comes out in a disorganized jumble of thoughts.

This gets messy. And this is why I should know better than to let it go so long. But it’s exciting to get back into it again. I hope it lasts to become a habit again. Time will tell.

I decided to write a blog post. You know, start small and say hello again. Hello!

Well, that became five pages of handwritten notes that probably could be revised into at least a half dozen or more topics.

Like this post. I’m sitting with my scribbled notes and had planned on writing something totally different. These are the thoughts that made it first. Fascinating, isn’t it? The way our minds work?

And that’s okay.