“A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.”
I have more photos from Christmas.
I will be featuring some of them here, over the following TToT posts, to help pass the first month of 2016 a little faster.
One last shot of the holidays, I hope, before they are a distant memory.
It always makes me a bit sad when all my mom’s hard work and creativity is removed for another year.
For a genius and the world of Middle Earth he created.
There are so many wise quotes to choose from him. I could hardly decide which one to start of this week’s TToT with.
Happy Birthday to Professor Tolkien, who gave me something amazing with his writing. It opened me up to the possibilities, showing me that I shouldn’t close myself off to something like the fantasy genre, like so many other things in life.
For the birth of another genius, so long ago.
The inventor of braille makes my thankful list on a continuous loop, as he is all of why I have words to love so much to begin with, but I am recognizing him now, as he would have celebrated his birthday on the beginning of the week, beginning of the year, with a second early January birthday.
I can’t fully express in words what it has meant to my life to have the groupings of six raised dots, forming words, that one man dreamt up once upon a time.
Braille literacy is one of the skills I am most proud of. I owe this man a great great debt of gratitude, forever and always.
For the news that my friend, her baby girl, and mother/grandma arrived safely in Ireland.
There was, apparently, a little bit of a snag with their rental car, on a deserted Irish road, but a couple helpful policemen showed up on the scene and saved the day, helping to repack all the baggage in a replacement vehicle.
Or so the Facebook status update said.
I read the word “police” and my heart nearly stopped, before I went on to finish reading.
For a brand new year beginning and my inclusion in and amongst so many who are looking back with gratitude and looking forward to a year just as great or better.
Proudest Single Stride of 2015 From People All Over the World
I was quoted, with my pride in the story I had published last year, in one of my favourite blogger’s 2015 posts.
For a return I made this week to my writer’s circle.
I was even missed. How about that.
For the bonding time afterward.
We all went out, as a group, and I got the hangout with them that I missed out on just before Christmas, thanks to unforeseen events. One was even kind enough to pay for me because I hadn’t come prepared, asking for nothing in return.
For my schooling on Dungeons & Dragons and other nerdy things.
The best thing about this group, other than all the writing and talking about writing we all do, is when we aren’t just discussing writing. We are all geeks for whatever it may be: literature, video games, television or movies and trivia. There were a few Simpsons quotes thrown in by myself and a few other members throughout the evening too.
For my brother’s remarkable recovery in just one month and his triumphant return to his college program.
He is so close to graduating later this spring and I know it’s hard to know for sure when is the right time, not wanting to push himself. We didn’t want him to take on too much, too soon.
He still has time to make a final decision, but he did well.
It is a bit of a contemplative month, with the new year so new and fresh, but I value it for its melancholyish quality. It is a quiet time of reflection and so much possibility ahead.
For a newly discovered blogging challenge that came around at precisely the right time for me.
Just Jot It January, #JusJoJan
I was struggling a bit, wondering what the next twelve months might hold for my blog and my writing and my life. This extension of the weekly Stream of Consciousness Saturday I participate in was welcomed strongly by me.
It’s giving me an entire first month of 2016 to just imagine what my writing could look like this year.
“Access to communication in the widest sense is access to knowledge and that is vitally important for us if we (the blind) are not to go on being despised or patronized by condescending sighted people. We do not need pity, nor do we need to be reminded we are vulnerable. We must be treated as equals and communication is the way this can be brought about.”
–Louis Braille (1809-1852)
Braille’s above quote may sound critical, to some, but he was a product of his time. I wonder what he would think if he were alive today.