Carpe Diem Y’all by Michele Bernard

Writer, Texan, Semi-interested Sports Fan

Currently Reading

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A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving:  I am loving this book.  How did I miss this the first time around?  Agree with Mr. Irving:  it’s a great first sentence.

Pigs in Heaven by Barbara Kingsover: Reading Buddy Rick dropped this one off last week.  Having a hard time getting into it.  This speaks more to my inability to locate my reading glasses/frame of mind than to Kingsolver’s ability to weave a tale.  Enjoyed Poisonwood Bible so I’ll stick with it .  I found Poisonwood hard to get into as well, but compelling enough to bring me back, thinking about it long after I put the book down.

Why my Wife Thinks I’m An Idiot The Life and Times of a Sportscaster Dad by Mike Greenberg:Hey Greeny, I tend to agree with your wife, mostly because I too, am female.  You are an idiot.  I’m laughing out loud one minute, squirming the next.  It’s a fun read if you’re a sports fan/parent, so I’m granting you an idiot exemption for being brave enough to publish the journal your therapist encouraged you to keep.  I can’t wait to finish this book and pass it on to Reading Buddy Rick.  Being a male/sports fan/parent/therapist he’ll really get a kick out of it.

Next in Line:


How to Get Things Done by David Allen.  My husband bought this book a couple of weeks ago.  As fate would have it, it’s a reference in the Blueprinting your Novel class taught by Patricia Burroughs.  Just love happy coincidences.

How to Write a Damn Good Novel by James N. Frey  A writer buddy loaned this book to me.  Am looking forward to digging in later this week.

Grace (Eventually) Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott.  This book is the carrot dangling in the B&N window.  It’s  keeping me on task.  On completion of current freelance assignments, this will be my bonus check.  Gosh, I have a great boss!

 Carpe diem y’all, Michele


April 3, 2007 Posted by | Blogroll, Books, Michele's Musings, Novel Writing, Sports Stuff, Writerly Stuff, Writing | 5 Comments

Cascarones y Labrynths: My journey into Holy Week


 Yesterday I made my first cascarone, a confetti filled egg, traditionally smashed over a loved one’s head for good luck.   “Right, ” says my inner-cynic.  You know some kid made that up on the fly to justify smashing it over his little brother’s head.  Cascerones  symbolize the resurrection, the empty shell represents the empty tomb.  Nevertheless, I can’t wait to smash one over a loved one’s head.  Seems like a great way to release a little post-Lenten stress.

I just read an article about cascarones.  It ended with a cautionary note warning revelers to refrain from rubbing the cascarones into the recipient’s scalp, as egg shells are sharp and can cause injury.  Note to self:  research post-Easter emergency room visits in southwest communities.


Labrynths:  I am a fan of the labrynth.  I could go on and on, but I won’t.  I’m a kinesthetic, experiential learner, and I love the insights regarding the life journey I receive when contemplating labrynths.  It’s really NOT a maze,  as long as you keep moving you will reach your destination, you will not get lost.  Where you are on the path is exactly where you need to be in order to get where you’re going. 

I’ve had the great honor of leading several labrynth retreats for young people.  I’ve created opportunity for others to experience labrynth journeys.  I’ve witnessed over and over again what a powerful experience it can be.  But until yesterday, I’d never simply walked the labrynth as a participant.  I’m still processing the experience.

Unlike the retreats I’ve facilitated with only two or three people walking at any given time, this labrynth was open to several walkers at once.  And instead of Taize playing softly in the background, the tunes were a mixed cd of jazz guitar and early 70’s R&B.  I was moved each time I found myself walking in pace, with companions on each side, only to turn and realize my walking companions were peeling off in different directions, scattering us out to walk the next section alone.  I was moved each time I passed my son, me walking one direction, he another.  I was moved each time I stopped to allow someone going out to pass me by as I moved closer to the center. 

Wishing you insights and blessings along your journey.  Carpe diem y’all, Michele

April 3, 2007 Posted by | Episcopalians, Inspiration, Inspirational, Michele's Musings | 4 Comments