Since October of last year I have followed the characters through the first and second book of the All Souls Trilogy (these are thick ones). I found the first book, A Discovery of Witches, by accident really. Or I shall say, thanks to Bookcrossing, and someone leaving it in a public place where I picked it up when I happened to be back home in Sweden. The timing with these findings of wild released books are crucial, and makes it even more fun when it is something you really come to enjoy.
After all, I haven’t been drawn to stories about witches, vampires and daemons at all before. But I decided to give it a try, and it wasn’t long before I was hooked. So much that I had to get the second book, Shadow of Night, right after I was done with the first one.
The third one I have to wait for, until July. Here are the intro slogans to tickle your interest.
It began with absence and desire.
It began with blood and fear.
It began with A Discovery of Witches.
It continued with a journey
into the Shadow of Night.
This summer, find out what the witches discovered in The Book of Life . . .
I this makes you intrigued at all, check out the books and their full descriptions here.
Oh, and if you are a fellow bookcrosser from Sweden (or can read Swedish) I am happy to send you the first book so it keeps on travelling. Just leave me a comment, use the contact form or send me a message through the bookcrossing site or twitter.
It feels like my brain has shut down a bit and all my body want is to rest and/or sleep. I guess this is normal in the third trimester, being only weeks from the due date. And even though I like being pregnant, it is a bit frustrating to have so little energy right now. I really have to be careful about how I spend it so the most important things actually gets done throughout the day.
I am a fan of creating habits and having a routine in daily life. I am not always so good at following up and really sticking to it in the long run though. It’s like an invisible switch in me. If I’m joining a challenge – be it exercising or writing – once that program/challenge/timeline is up, well I have a hard time motivating myself to keep going. Because it’s done, right.
And it doesn’t matter how many books you read on the subject, unless you put them into action, it just won’t work.
So, I decided to try out following some of Zen Habits advice and in a moment of inspiration I joined the Sea Change Program where you work with adding or improving one habit a month for the year of 2014. You can follow the monthly suggestions or you can create your own if the once chosen doesn’t suit you.
For January it is Mindfulness. And the challenge is to meditate 2-5 min a day to start with. It changes each week and by the end of the month you should have created a new habit that you feel is working for you on a daily basis. If you like it, you keep it. Pretty simple, right. That’s the intention anyway.
These days, when listening to my meditation track it takes me less than 10 minutes and BAM! I am fast asleep. Hopefully my brain pick up the message anyway but who knows. At least I can relax and wind down easily which I am grateful for. Especially when I have had a bad nights sleep for whatever reason.
Anyway, so sitting meditation works better. Walking meditation isn’t really my thing, and being mindful while eating is tricky since I often start thinking of what to do next instead of getting my mind to a quiet place. It’s all about practice but I also think you should do what feels like a good fit and not force anything just because.
My intention is to stick to the program, but being realistic, I will probably have to adjust it or take a month out before things are settled after baby is home safe and sound. And really, finding just five minutes a day to sit and breathe will probably feel like a luxury by then.
Your parents are the ones that have always been there (if having grown up with them and maintained a good relationship) and when they are gone it can take a long while to adjust. That is probably one thing that makes it so hard to deal with when one or both of them are suddenly gone.
It has been seven years since my mother died from breast cancer. Where did that time go? And I have been thinking of ways to write about it this year but the words doesn’t seem to come. The one thing I keep thinking is that I am standing between the generation of my parents and my own child that I’m carrying right now, yet to be born.
Life is a mystery and there’s nothing to take for granted, really. Anyone of us can be gone tomorrow in some stupid, unnecessary accident, or get a terminal illness. But that’s just too morbid or depressive to even think about. But when I reflect upon it, that’s what comes to mind.
Live life now.
Don’t take tomorrow for granted.
Make the most of your day.
And of course, that’s easier said than done. As it always is with those kind of sayings, right. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring and I’m not sure if I would like to in all cases either.
So, since I’m in the final stretch and counting down the days to welcoming a new life, I’m thinking of my mother. In fact, she has been in my thoughts quite a lot lately. Naturally so I think.
I just wish that she could be here to witness it all.