The Writestream with Ima Sumac Watkins: Creating Our Joy During the Holidays

The Writestream with Ima Sumac Watkins: Creating Our Joy During the Holidays

The holidays are upon us!

Does this make you happy or create more stress in your life?

Tune in to The Writestream with Daria Anne on Wednesday, November 22 at 11 AM Eastern when Ima Sumac Watkins returns to talk about creating our own joy. Our families can be our biggest teachers and the holidays can pose our greatest challenges. Ima will talk about healing the expectations we have of our families and ourselves during this time of celebration.

She’ll also share how to create our own holiday rituals, heal past hurts, take responsibility for our own joy, and experience truly Happy Holidays.

To stream the episode, click on this link. Or listen by phone at (347) 945-7246. Press “1” if you would like to ask Ima a question on the air.

For more on Ima and her professional services, visit aboutme.com/iwatkins.

 

UPDATE: Thank you Ima, for a great show today! Missed it live, click below to listen.

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Excerpt from The 30 Year Secret: A Journey of Self-Discovery

Excerpt from The 30 Year Secret: A Journey of Self-Discovery

I’m working on multiple projects right now, one of which is a fictionalized version of a client’s real life. Titled The 30 Year Secret: A Journey of Self Discovery, it follows the main character Theresa’s awakening after she receives earth-shattering news about her origins.

From the book description:

Does the truth really set you free? What if you discovered one day that everything you believed about your life was a lie?

For Theresa Chianti, the revelation of a 30-year secret rocks her to her core and initiates a journey of self-discovery where the pursuit of truth threatens her relationships and forces her to draw upon courage she never knew she had. Will her quest for answers lead to peace of mind or usher in more heartache?

Armed with a mother’s example of enduring faith, she’ll come to appreciate the transcendent power of maternal love on her quest to achieve a level of self-awareness never before experienced.

Here’s an excerpt:

The thick, distinctive aroma of incense hung in the air as Theresa made her way into Our Lady of Lourdes, the large wooden door creaking shut behind her. In the late afternoon of a weekday, the pews stood empty, save for a few devoted souls – most of them on bended knee – scattered throughout. She scanned the massive room with her eyes, taking comfort in the biblical scenes depicted by stained-glass windows and the presence of an enormous, intricately carved crucifix hanging above the altar.

She couldn’t remember the last time she walked into church simply for prayerful reflection. Since Toni Ann’s birth, she’d made a conscientious effort to attend weekly Mass, but it often felt rote and forced. Being here in the quiet, observing the pure devotion of the elderly folks who made it a daily practice to connect with the Lord on their own filled her with a sense of wonder.

She smiled as she thought of her own mother, whose faith in God never wavered. Would this time here alone help her to summon the courage she needed?

Satisfied that the few people present either didn’t know her or were too wrapped up in their own meditations to notice her arrival, she made her way to the altar. After genuflecting and making the sign of the cross, she proceeded to the assembled collection of candles to the right, a few feet in front of the statue of Mary. She pulled a dollar out of her pocket and slid it into the donation box. Taking a long match out of a container of ashes, she dipped it into the flame of a burning candle and murmured a prayer as she lit a new one for her special intention. Then she settled her knees onto the cushioned kneeler and closed her eyes.

God, please give me the strength to do what I gotta do, she pleaded. Help me to be calm and get what I need from Sara, for the sake of my little girl. And God, thank you for Ma. Thank you for letting me end up in a home with love. Thank you for giving me such a strong woman for a mother. Please keep her healthy. Please keep her from ever finding out about this meeting. I know, I need to see Sara in person; I just don’t want Ma to ever find out because it would hurt her too much. Help me keep this secret, God. I know it’s wrong to lie, but I love her so much, I can’t tell her the truth.

Uncontrollable tears poured from her eyes, smearing black mascara on her pale skin, but she didn’t care as she prayed with an energized passion and purpose, her hands covering her face. When finished, she took a few gulps of air and held onto the bannister for a few minutes to steady her shaking shoulders. Once composed enough to walk, she took a seat at an empty, nearby pew, where she remained in peaceful silence until an involuntary flash of memory startled her.

A knock on the door.  A man and a woman smiling at her. Her father, Joseph Chianti, enraged.

“She’s either ours or yours; get the hell out!” she heard him bellow in the theater of her mind. The scene then faded into a marina, where she saw herself as a child sitting on a raft with her brother Joseph. Her body felt the steady rise and fall of the water as she watched this younger version of herself squeal with delight under the warm summer sun. Drifting, drifting, drifting away, until…panic. In her head, she heard the children screaming in terror, two young captives on their way out to sea when a rope securing them to the dock somehow unraveled.

“Grab the pole, Joseph; grab the pole!” the seven-year-old girl yelled out to her brother. Theresa felt her entire body convulse with fear as she watched them cling helplessly to the only thing preventing them from becoming shark food.

A moment later, she almost screamed out loud when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Ghostwriting fiction tends to be a much longer process than nonfiction, but I’m working hard to complete this incredible story by the end of the year. I’ll post an update soon.

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Kudos to Kildare’s Irish Pub in West Chester PA

Kudos to Kildare’s Irish Pub in West Chester PA

While I’m visiting up north, I’ve been spending time with my brother Ralph, doing things he enjoys. Last night, we went to Tee It Up Golf to play a round of mini golf, one of his favorite summer activities. We arrived around 8 PM to find that there was a large group ahead of us, comprised of about 20 people, broken out into smaller groups, working their way around the course.

Judging by the way they talked, laughed, drank beer, and otherwise interacted with each other, we figured they were probably celebrating some sort of milestone. Instead of being annoyed by having to wait at various holes, Ralph and I would just repeat the hole we were on for practice. In my mind, I was utilizing the Law of Non-Resistance, as described by Florence Scovel Shinn in her books. I told Ralph it was nice to be out enjoying a warm summer evening; there was no reason to rush through anything.

By the time we got to the 17th hole, a nice guy with a beard approached us to thank us for our patience and to tell us he had gone into the club house to pay for our round. He wanted us to stop in there to retrieve the money we’d paid when we arrived. Pleasantly surprised, we thanked him sincerely and assured him that their presence had not bothered us in the least — in fact, we got a kick out of watching them. My mother asked where they were from and he said Kildare’s Irish Pub in West Chester, which was sponsoring an employee appreciation night.

Once we finished, I walked into the club house expecting to receive $12 back, but the clerk handed me $30 and informed me it was from the Kildare’s group as a thank you for our patience. Wow, what a welcome surprise! It’s also evidence that when you practice non-resistance and remain undisturbed by a situation, good things result.

Before I head back to Florida, I plan to visit Kildare’s Irish Pub with my family. Thank you to the owner and the employees for your consideration and thoughtfulness!

Visit their website at www.kildarespubwc.com

 

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A Book Review of Amy Lynn: Into the Fire

A Book Review of Amy Lynn: Into the Fire

Posted on Amazon.com.

In the fourth installment of his Amy Lynn Series, Jack July continues his tradition of excellent storytelling. Into the Fire balances international intrigue, man’s inhumanity to man, and the relentless pursuit of justice with heart-pounding action, moral dilemmas, and palpable human emotion. As with his previous books, the pages of Amy Lynn: Into the Fire are infused with rich characterizations and love of God, family, community and country. The pacing, which juxtaposes multiple subplots and time-frames (expertly tied together in the end), along with cliff-hangers within the chapters, compels you to keep reading. I especially enjoyed the exploration of PTSD and the fine line between justice and revenge, as portrayed by Amy’s sessions with Dr. Earle in a country retreat in the mountains of West Virginia. My favorite character, Uncle Jack, takes a prominent role in Into the Fire, with the author drawing upon the character’s harrowing past, which is a formidable influence on his present actions in the aftermath of a chilling event that hits too close to home. Whether you’ve read the entire series or have just discovered the works of Jack July, you’ll love Amy Lynn: Into the Fire. If it’s your first exposure to Black Oak Alabama and its residents, you’ll be inspired to read the previous books. If, like me, you’ve been following the adventures of Amy Lynn and the Braxton family from the beginning, you’ll look forward to the next installment. Congratulations on another fine effort Jack!

Preview and purchase the book here.

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