Well wishes can show up in seeminly random places.
Here are half a dozen I've found in my journeys the past few years.
I hope at least one makes you smile.
Well wishes can show up in seeminly random places.
Here are half a dozen I've found in my journeys the past few years.
I hope at least one makes you smile.
Anyone new to the BryonySeries blog might wonder why I post piano music on Sundays and how that fits into the BryonySeries world.
That's because one character - John Simons - was a nineteenth century world-renowned pianist and composer before he died and became a vampire.
I'm posting this piece today because I: like the Monkees, like this lesser-known Monkees song, never saw this song as a piano cover by now, and because one Sunday a month I'm laying aside the focus on the BryonySeries books and more kindness, especially since I did write one non-BryonySeries book to help foster kindness in the world.
The book is called "Nine Months of Kindness."
Enjoy this piece and may it inspire you to be a kinder person today - and to notice the often overlooked kindess of others.
Like many, many others, I lost power, time, and money when a derecho and other strong storms ripped through the parts of Illinois last week.
I lost the same in 2020, when a derecho also ripped through the area, smack in the middle of the COVID-19 shutdown.
At the time, I was writing nine months worth of daily reflections on kindness (finding opportunties to be kind and finding kindness in others where I might have missed it otherwise), which I published later that year.
Here's what I wrote on two of those days in 2020.
AUGUST 10
Be kind: Be thankful for the luxuries we take for granted.
A derecho blew through Will County this
afternoon.
Shortly
afterwards, I was wandering through rubble, taking pictures of the aftermath
for The Herald-News
This
single, brief storm uprooted trees, damaged homes and properties, and cut power
to thousands of homes. Many people were especially angry about the loss of
power and internet.
Offering
prayers and thinking good thoughts for the safety of the workers who bring us
such luxuries as refrigerators and hot water might be a better use of time
while we’re eating crackers in the dark than griping.
AUGUST 14
Be kind: Spotlight someone else’s good works.
An injured baby squirrel will live another
day because a kind person picked it up after the derecho and found a local
squirrel rescue to accept it.
That
might not sound like a big deal to you.
But
you are not a squirrel.
Yes,
I wrote a story about it. And I’m glad I did. Because I added a postscript to
this post.
A
few weeks later, someone I know in another state rescued two baby squirrels and
didn’t know what to do.
By
connecting the novice with the expert, two more squirrels are now doing well.
From "Nine Months of Kindness"
To paraphrase a popular saying, with great opportunity comes great responsibility.
Meaning, Jan Staley, owner of The Book Market in Crest Hill, has been wonderfully generous in giving BryonySeries a display space inside her store.
And the collaboration has been wonderful, including ways to draw people's attention top the display and giving them basic information about special offers, gifts, etc.
So that has led to an ever-changing array of homemade signs.
You should know I'm completely useless in that regard.
Daniel, however, is amazing. And for every display except one, he's made the signs, often collaborating with Rebekah.
For 2025, we're seeking ways to make signage easier, such as a felt board or magnetic board. This will save us sign time, for time is an especially precious resource in our family.
So naturally the final sign of 2024 gave us trouble, so much so that the BryonySeries Christmas display went up last week without the sign.
The fault lay within the paper. The letters simply wouldn't stick to it, even after throwing our best solutions at it.
So Daniel began anew last night. And Timothy joined him.
The project took several hours, which is a wealth of time when these young men working very full-time jobs and are taking master level classes.
Now anyone who walks into The Book Market for the rest of the year, they will see a festive sign and the information.
But the subtext of that sign shows a few other things, too: a commitment to help out with a task I can't properly executive, the willingness to give up their time and give of themselves for a project that doesn't directly benefit them, and the ability to collaborate to get the job done.
And today, I'll be sitting across that sign from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. with full knowledge that the sign is more than paper, stickers, and bows.
The sign represents the characters of two fine young men,
Happy Tuesday!
Isn't it amazing how one small gift can do so much?
My thirteen-year-old adopted grandson Justin recently sent this to me through the grapevine one day.
Not only is the gift sweet in and of itself, but he's also observant enough to know the BryonySeries connection behind the motif.
But Justin is more than observant. He acted on his observation by deciding I might like to have it.
And then Justin made sure I received it.
So now when I look at it, I naturally see the fruit of my imagination, a tangible reward of the team's marketing and branding efforts on all things BryonySeries...
And I see a thoughtful teenager who is growing into a thoughtful young man.
Happy Thursday!
More than thirty years ago, I received a blond, 1950s-era (estimate) piece of furniture for five minutes of kindness.
I had visited a stranger in the hospital, the mother of a friend of someone my mother knew. This woman (I was told) was Catholic, in poor health, and experiencing depression, too.
Our pastor always stressed the importance of ministering to others, and this was my first time "ministering."
I popped a tuna casserole in the oven, grabbed a rosary, and drove away to the hospital across town. My husband worked an afternoon shift at the time. So once I arrived, I could only stay one hour before I had to leave.
I parked, hurried up to the room, and the woman was sound asleep. So I waited.
She awakened five minutes before I had to leave, a bit jolted by a stranger in her room. Her son arrived around the same time. So he made the introduction. I shared a bit of hard-earned inspiration and left.
That was a Monday afternoon. She died Wednesday morning.
Her son said my visit made such a difference to her, that he offered me her favorite piece of furniture, the hutch. But before he could deliver it, another relative claimed it. He was very apologetic. But my visit was from my heart; I wasn't looking to receive anything.
Two years later, that relative went into a nursing home. The son called and once again offered me the hutch. It's a very heavy piece of furniture. But it's gone where we've gone.
When we move from Marycrest to Channahon, we took it with us. When we lost the home in Channahon and moved to my mother's, it was one of the few items that went into our small storage unit. When four of us moved into a small apartment, we took it with us. It went to the first townhome, the second townhome, the third townhome.
Gilded Age Furniture Restoration recently "restored" the piece, along with my grandmother's dresser. The hutch holds some extra special dishes, such as pieces that belonged to familu members who are no longer with us.
Timothy has already claimed the piece after I die.
One of the reasons why this piece is so important to our family is the story behind it. That story proves that each act of kindness, sincerely given, can literally change someone's life.
The world is never not in need of kindness, I think.
Happy Monday!
I could spend this post grumbling about the time I lost this past week to a technology issue that just won't resolve itself, no matter how many hours of lost time trying and the large amount of in-house expertise we've thrown at it.
I'm behind in "life" tasks, housework, responding to social media, and my own personal fiction writing goals.
So now that you know why I've appeared to recently "ghost" any of the above, I'm moving onto something happier, cheerier, and with a tone that I hope is close to your heart, too.
Happy Calkins Day!
And what does exactly does this mean?
Despite the multiple posts I've written this week about the BryonySeries holiday that Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, invented for himself before the series existed (here, here, here, and here) the heart of Calkins day is not about attending any event or a ploy to market books.
If Ed Calkins (a real person turned Irish vampire in the BryonySeries turned author for the series) can "steal" my characters for his writings I can "steal" his holiday for the sake of positivity.
Calkins Day, which is celebrated every year on Feb. 13 (by us), is Ed's birthday.
It's the day after Lincoln's Birthday and the day before Valentine's Day.
Ed thinks it should be a three-day holiday. And why not?
Here are three good reasons:
1) No matter how anyone in 2023 considers Abraham Lincoln, few people would argue the world today needs strong leaders.
2) Calkins Day represents laughter, imagination, and generosity. Few people would argue the world needs all three today, perhaps more than ever.
3) Valentine's Day represents love, all love, not just romantic love, which is capricious by nature. Do you know anyone who doesn't need to give or receive more love? No? Me, neither.
So to those points:
1) Let's resolve to be worthy examples of people who follow us.
2a) Let's laugh a whole lot more and smile more often than that.
2b) Give yourself permission to imagine and create without expectation that the result isn't "good enough" by some expert's standards. I mean, you can't bake a delicious cake without spilling some flour.
2c) Adopt of spirit of generosity, first with yourself and then with others. If you're generous with the time you need for yourself, you'll be more happily generous with the time you can give others.
3) Finally love a whole lot more.
Love yourself with all your flaws.
And love others in the same manner.
Happy Calkins Day!
Good morning!
Three thoughts from Nine Months of Kindness to inspire the beginning of your week.
1) Be kind: A detour in your day might mean the world to another.
2) Be Kind: Sometimes, the best show of appreciation is to show up.
3) Be kind: Learn to be a gracious taker.
May blessings abound for you today and throughout the entire week and may you find grace in unexpected places.
By late 2019, I had an idea to correct some of the negative attitudes that had crept into my thinking. So what's a writer to do?
I know. Write a book about the process.
And then to share took with others. Just in case anyone might be curious to read what I learned along the way or embark on a attitude shift of their own.
The topic was simple. I wanted to explore simple, reachable, and attainable ways to be more kind.
I also wanted to be more aware of the kindnesses of others (not necessarily directed at me, just in general) of the many, varied, and even subtle ways people display kindness.
So on January 1, 2020, I wrote the first entry. And I continued writing one each day for the next nine months.
Or to be more realistic, I often jotted a few notes as placeholder text and then caught up on the actual writing when I had more time.
Most of the entries are brief - a few lines or a couple short paragraphs.. Only one entry, I believe, runs into a second page. So if you wanted to read just one each day, your commitment time would be less than five minutes - and that would include opening the book.
And isn't the cover art beautiful? My daughter Rebekah designed it from one of her photos.
Here is the back cover summary:
They say “kindness” begins at home, and home starts with the person in the mirror. In “Nine Months of Kindness,” writer/editor Denise M. Baran-Unland spent part of 2020 exploring ways she could become kinder to herself and the people in her life. She shares her experiences, and her reflections, in this book.
Ironically, Amazon released the book on January 15, the day I turned fifty-nine and a half and also the day I began my eighth year as the features editor at The Herald-News.
You may purchase Nine Months of Kindness here.
And for an immediate reflection on kindness, visit check out this blog post by WriteOn Joliet member and poet Holly Coop: https://hollycoopauthor.wordpress.com/2021/01/03/spread-the-virus.