Would Jane Austen Promote Her Work On Facebook, Twitter and Google Plus?

One of my favorite books is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.  Her rich and vibrant characters are woven around themes of social standing and strength of character, drawing the reader into a world different from our own.

Jane Austen

Jane Austen

When you read about the protagonist, Elizabeth Bennett, glancing at the wealthy and arrogant Mr. Darcy with a restrained yet loving expression, you have to wonder how the author, an unmarried woman of modest means, had the ability to develop characters that were not a reflection of her own life (her life was spent among the “lower fringes of English landed gentry.”) These stories were born in her fertile imagination.

Lately I find myself asking how this book was promoted in the 19th century.

Ms. Austen did not have a publicist.  She did not have the Internet.  She did not have a telephone.

Today, Jane Austen would need a computer.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference between Jane Austen’s literary world, and the literary world of today.

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 Do you think Jane Austen would be writing posts on Facebook, or tweeting about her latest work?  Would she feel the need to post pictures to Pinterest or develop a business profile for LinkedIn?

Today, we are on overload between spending time writing and then promoting ourselves and our work.

We all spend time networking, attending webinars and conferences, remaining active in social media, subscribing to instructional (and not-to-be-missed) newsletters and staying current with the latest trends in technology.

I’ve gradually cultivated a new daily ritual, feeling a lot like a robot from the old TV cartoon The Jetsons.  I wake up, grab my laptop and cell phone, walk to the kitchen, prepare my cup of Keurig coffee and sit down at my desk.

I enter my passwords for Facebook, Twitter, Google+, LinkedIn, Pinterest and StumbleUpon.  Emails patiently wait for me to read and respond.

While I’m busy on my laptop, my family is buzzing around me, getting ready for their day.  I barely have time to look up from the computer to say, “Hello”, “How did you sleep?” and “Have a nice day.”

Like many, I need to find a better balance between my professional and personal life.  

A few years ago I visited The Mount, the Lenox, Massachusetts home of novelist Edith Wharton. The beauty of the grounds, with its formal flower gardens and grass terraces, seemed like an absolute paradise for a writer to write.

The Mount, Home of Edith Wharton, Lenox, Massachusetts

The Mount, Home of Edith Wharton, Lenox, Massachusetts

I envisioned Ms. Wharton strolling across the meadow, thinking about the characters and plots she’d develop for “The Age of Innocence” and “The Buccaneers.”

It pleases me to think of that day.  Sometimes I find myself daydreaming about it, visualizing myself living at The Mount. I stroll the grounds as Ms. Wharton did, preparing to write my novel.

Today, Edith Wharton would need a computer.

I love everything about being a writer.  I love creating stories, watching the flow of words take on a life of their own on a blank page.  There’s a feeling of accomplishment and a sense of pride I feel after finishing every piece.

I love networking, meeting new and interesting people who are fast becoming my trusted friends.  I enjoy being a part of the exciting “wild west” of social media, and also being a member of blogging communities that are supportive, nurturing and informative.

Yet I can’t figure out how to perfectly balance my professional needs as a writer, my personal needs as a wife and mother, and my own special needs as a person living with a disability.

I remember Dick Cavett interviewing Katharine Hepburn, and when he asked why she never married and had children, she explained, “You cannot have it all.”

Perhaps she was right.

We can’t try to learn it all, read it all, do it all, write it all and live it all, while simultaneously balancing our personal lives and remaining healthy.  It’s impossible.

We can decide to prioritize what’s important to us, making a firm commitment to gain better control over our lives.

To remain whole and healthy while being productive and creative during our Second Chapter (and into our Third), we need to take a closer look at managing our time and efforts. 

Here are a few things I’m doing to help balance my life.  They can help you, too, with the inevitable anxieties that come your way.

  • Create a schedule for the upcoming week, setting a reasonable, yet not overly ambitious amount of hours each day for your work.  Include “down time” in your schedule.
  • Use the power of Google Calendar and sync it to your cell phone, instructing it to send reminders to you for how many minutes, hours or days ahead of time you want a reminder of your schedule.  I love when my phone beeps to remind me what’s next on my agenda.
  • Schedule breaks.  Make plans to take a walk, play with your pets, meet a friend for lunch, read a book or sit outside and be alone with yourself.  Practice breathing exercises and meditation to relieve stress. Taking care of yourself is the most important activity of your work week.
  • Learn how to say no.  This is vital if you want to lower your stress and anxiety level. Prioritize what you have to do, and say no to the rest.    
  • Limit the number of newsletters, webinars, and hours spent on social media and checking emails. Choose newsletters that are the most important for your needs.  Unsubscribe to the rest. Decide how much time you need to spend on social media, and stick to your schedule. Perhaps you can set a timer, and when it goes off, log off and power down.  
  • Give yourself permission to relax. Be happy you have choices, and are able to take control over your life.
  • A little help from some over-the-counter friends.  During highly stressful times, I have used an amino acid called L-Theanine as well as Holy Basil, both in capsule form.  Read more about their properties and uses, and speak with your doctor before taking any new supplements.
  • The ability to live the reality of your passions during midlife is a true blessing.  Honor and nurture that blessing.

 

How do you stay on top of your writing assignments and social media, while maintaining a healthy balance in your life?  How do you deal with the stress and anxiety in your life?

DISCLAIMER:  Comments from An Empowered Spirit are brought to your attention on topics that could benefit you and should be discussed with your doctor or other medical professional. I am not medically trained and my posts are of a journalistic nature and not in lieu of medical advice. An Empowered Spirit and its author will not be held liable for any damages incurred from the use of this blog or any data or links provided.

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Wordless Wednesday: Flowers Add Beauty To The World

 ”Flowers…are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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We planted these 20 years ago and love their beauty. What is the name of this plant?

 

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Gifts From My Father

When Generation Fabulous announced their next bloghop theme was going to be “I’m My Father’s Daughter Because..” I wondered whether my post should be serious or funny.  I didn’t want it to sound too sappy, and I certainly didn’t want it to sound melodramatic.

Me and Dad - 1989

Me and Dad – 1989

The only thing that was certain was that writing about my dad was going to be the hardest post I’ve ever had to write.

Time and time again, after thinking about my father – man, son, husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, employer, attorney and friend – a simple yet concise sentence kept popping into my mind: My father is a gentleman and a gentle man.

Let me try to explain.

After my son was born, I realized what most good parents do:  The importance of not only teaching your child the difference between right and wrong, but also providing them with a blueprint that will sustain them when life presents its inevitable challenges.

The Master Gardener 1990

The Master Gardener 1990

My dad provided me with my own blueprint from the day I was born.  He taught me the importance of higher education, how travelling would enrich my understanding of the world around me, that planting flowers and trees adds beauty and richness to our lives, and how fine wine and gourmet food is both pleasing to the palate and fascinating to learn about.

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Peonies by Dad at our house

One typical morning ritual that began in grade school said it all about his feelings on education. I would interrupt his morning shave by saying:

Me: Dad, I have to leave for school now. Have a nice day.
Dad: Wait.  What’s the password of the day?
Me:  Be smart!

I was then allowed to leave the house.

As an immigrant from Germany escaping the atrocities of the Nazi Regime, he knew education was the key to unlocking the gate of opportunity.  He saw it as a means to making a better life for himself, and eventually for his children.

I wish I’d seen the look on Oma and Opa’s faces when he received his law degree.  It must have been the same proud look he had after watching my brothers and me graduate.

His curiosity knows no bounds with his unquenchable thirst for knowledge.

I admit my Dad’s vast wealth of knowledge was a bit daunting to me at times.  I mean, really, who could possibly keep up with all of his interests?  He easily quotes Shakespeare, recites Robert Burns, discusses the Brooklyn Dodgers, describes the grace and beauty of watching Heather Watts and Darci Kistler, and can suggest the perfect bottle of wine for any occasion.

The first time I remember benefitting from the knowledge I gleaned from Dad was during one of my college courses, “Introductory to Opera.”  The years of listening to WQXR with him paid off, in spades.  My professor began his lecture by playing a record, then asking us the name of the song.  I shot my hand up into the air and blurted out,  “Mozart’s Queen of the Night.”

I called my Dad that night.  He was so proud.

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Good food and wine – Joucas, France 1995

The second time I benefitted from his knowledge was at my college graduation party.  Dad founded a Wine Society in 1970.  His knowledge and the society’s membership have both grown exponentially.  Over the years my family has been the beneficiary of some truly amazing wines. (And I was fortunate to accompany him and Mom on two magical private winery tours in Napa Valley and The Loire Valley.)

Dad brought a case of non-vintage Pol Roger champagne to Boston to help us celebrate in style.  I can still taste the perfectly balanced flavors trickling down my throat.

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Dad whispered, “Have a good life.” November 1988

I’m my father’s daughter because I appreciate the beauty that surrounds me, and challenge myself to learn all I can about the world I live in.  I’m as obstreperous as he is, and I haven’t quite mastered the art of personal finance (much to my hubby’s dismay.)  We are both romantics at heart, sometimes being too gentle for this world.  But we’re working on that.

Dad and Mom 1952

Dad and Mom in Cape Code 1952

Before I end this post, I want to add this: Whenever I watch one of my favorite movies, To Kill A Mockingbird, and Atticus Finch first strolls onto the screen, I begin to cry.  Why? It’s not because of the words of Harper Lee or the portrayal by Gregory Peck (which are both perfect).  It’s because Atticus looks like my father did when that movie was first released.  Tall, lean, dark hair and black glasses.

And they are both gentleman lawyers.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  With love and thanks for my good life.

Dad and me

Dad & Me on his birthday. The day we call “Herbmas”: 12/25/12

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Wordless Wednesday: Thank you, Jackie Kennedy

Jackie Kennedy said, “Is it not cruel to let our city die by degrees, stripped of all her proud monuments, until there will be nothing left of all her history and beauty to inspire our children? If they are not inspired by the past of our city, where will they find the strength to fight for her future? Americans care about their past, but for short term gain they ignore it and tear down everything that matters. Maybe… this is the time to take a stand, to reverse the tide, so that we won’t all end up in a uniform world of steel and glass boxes.”

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Happy Birthday, Grand Central Station!

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Thank you, Jackie, for keeping this beautiful landmark alive.

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Don’t forget to look up in NYC – Ceiling of Chrysler Building

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Finding The Beauty In Life As We Age


“Stop and smell the flowers, and lose it in sweet music and dance with me.
There is beauty in the world.
So much beauty in the world.
Always beauty in the world.
There is beauty in the world.”  ~Macy Gray

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Grand Central Station, NYC

Beauty is all around us.  I’m not referring to the kind of beauty we see on a twenty-something’s lovely face, or the shapely bodies sprawled across dozens of fashion magazines.

I’m referring to the literal meaning of beauty.

“A person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit.”

Shhh.  Be still.  Look around you.  Smell the fragrant bouquet.  Hear the compassion.  Touch the grace.  Drink in the wonder.  Beauty surrounds us everywhere.

“Inner beauty is the light of love and when it radiates from you, those around you will glow.” ~ Deepak Chopra 

I grew up in Jersey, was weaned on life in Manhattan and went to school in Boston. Like many people growing up near a big city, I got used to life moving at a fast pace.

But as Ferris Bueller famously said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

Ferris was right.

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George Washington Bridge

This past weekend, hubby and I were part-time tour guides for a friend (I’ll call her “M”) and her mom who were visiting New York City for the first time.  We loved our role, showing off a city we dearly love. I looked forward to seeing it through their eyes, waiting to catch that first glimpse of excitement.

I got more than I bargained for.

The trip was M’s gift to her mom for Mother’s Day.  I watched the beauty of their mother-daughter relationship unfold, beginning with the tender care M took of her mom (“Mama”) to ensure she was comfortable as we walked in the rain to visit the city’s landmarks.  Saying “please” and “thank you”, terms often neglected in our busy world, were frequently used.  Tender loving hugs were given when we had to say good-bye.

The beauty of their Midwestern manners and loving hearts filled my own.

There is beauty in relationships, and beauty in how we treat one another.catanddog

I recently changed my health insurance company.  This is a daunting task and one I hate taking care of.  I researched several companies that fit my needs.  Before signing up with a new plan, I was quoted dollar amounts for the copayments I’d be responsible to pay.

Let the games begin.

It was time to schedule a delivery for my daily injectable medication. I called the specialty pharmacy hotline.  The operator typed my information into her computer, and then asked me a question that nearly gave me a heart attack.

She calmly said,” Your copayment will be $4,000 a month. Do you want to pay by check or credit card?”

I nearly dropped the phone.phonedrop

With a quivering voice, I insisted she repeat what she just said, and then demanded to speak to her advisor.  Her advisor’s story was the same.  I abruptly hung up.

I called the pharmaceutical company’s hotline to explain the situation. A delightful woman with a cheery voice asked a few questions, then assured me everything would be fine.  I would qualify for coverage of my copayment.

She called the next day to simply make sure I was okay.

There is beauty among us.  Beauty in sensitivity and compassion.

As we age, life becomes more complicated.  We’re faced with daily challenges that can seem unbearable and stressful.  As I see it, we have two options: Let it overwhelm you, or acknowledge it and move on.

Watch the beauty that happened among the ruins of Oklahoma (although if I were the reporter I would have dropped everything to help this women and her dog!)

   

There is beauty in nature and beauty among the ruins.

What beauty has happened in your life lately?

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A Post About Nothing But Friendship

Call me crazy, but this post is for me. Right now, I need to write for the sake of writing, to find words, sentences and paragraphs that will lift my spirit and soothe my soul.

I hope it will lift your spirits, too.

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Writing is cathartic for many; I am no exception.

This week I wrote about ways to cope with stress, including being silly with friends and spending time with loved ones.

Life is getting in the way of taking my own advice.

BFFMy three closest friends live far away.  We’ve known each other since grade school. The last time we were all together was thirteen years ago.  Two are identical twins.  The four of us drove to New England to spend a long night of partying to celebrate their fortieth birthday.  It was pure Nirvana.

My other friend lives close by, but as a filmmaker she’s constantly travelling the world.  We are as close as sisters.  So I know when I don’t hear from her for awhile, she’s firmly ensconced on a movie set.

I took two enjoyable philosophy courses in college. Boston College is a Jesuit school, and this Jewish girl learned a lot from the taskmasters who were my professors.  I am deeply indebted to them.Besties

I remember learning about Plato’s Perfect Plane, interpreting his theory to mean we are all meant to find an ideal world to live in.  My ideal world would be living near my best friends who lend me comfort, understanding and unconditional love.  As I’ve written before, like Lucy and Ethel or Mary and Rhoda, they are my BFF, my besties, my BFFL.  They are my comrades in arms as we journey through midlife together.

I have one more new bestie who is my MS bestie, yet she’s so much more.  We met through our shared job as Peer Advocates for Teva.  She calls me her Yankee and I tell her she’s my midwestern mama.  We laugh, cry and empower each other.  She’s my new BFFL.BFFL

We are each blessed if we have one best friend for life.  I’ve been blessed four times.

I’ve also made new, good friends since turning 50, ones I hold dear in my heart.  They hold my hand as I learn this new thing called blogging.  I hope they hold me close to their hearts as well.  They are each intelligent, compassionate and extraordinary women.  I am blessed once again.

There, I finished my post.  I was right.  It WAS cathartic.  I’ve felt my friends surrounding me with outstretched arms, loving souls and understanding hearts.  To each of you, I say thank you.

 

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Wordless Wednesday: The TV Generation

 

These are all gifts from my brother.  After all, we are part of the TV generation!

Do you know who they are?

Gifts from Dave

The Bobblehead Gang

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What Did Paul McCartney Remind Me And What Does It Have To Do With Handling Stress?

“When I find myself in times of troubles,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom,
Let it be.

English: John Lennon and Paul McCartney at Ken...

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What’s a nice Jewish girl doing writing a post that begins by singing praises of Mother Mary?

Yesterday, I re-watched Sir Paul McCartney being honored at The Kennedy Center Honors.  This is my favorite award show, when peers honor the best and the brightest artists. Musicians such as Nora Jones, Steven Tyler, James Taylor and Mavis Staples belted out McCartney-Lennon songs for Sir Paul.  I broke out in goose bumps.

And when the broken hearted people living in a world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see.
There will be an answer.  Let it be.

 When James began strumming on his guitar and singing “Let It Be”, I realized what the next topic for my blog post would be.

When I was first diagnosed with MS, I was told to learn to handle stress for optimal health.  Through the years, I’ve read about and tried many different ways of coping; some have worked and some have not.

After all of my searching, I realized the most important lesson I’ve learned.

Mandala Spiritual ArtIt doesn’t matter what anyone else believes in. (At least not to me.) It can be Mary or Jesus, Moses, Buddha or The Golden Rule. As long as you have something of your own, something tucked safely within your heart and soul that is your personal belief system. That is what matters. Because inevitably, someday, somehow, when your faith is tested, your beliefs will step up to the plate for you, ready to help you navigate your bumpy road. It will give you comfort, courage and hope for a better tomorrow.


And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me.
Shine until tomorrow.  Let it be.

My personal beliefs are a recipe of sorts.  I start out with my Judaic beliefs, lines from great poetry and the teachings of Buddha.  Add to that the many lessons learned from my father and my uncle, great readers of literature and poetry.  Blend in large amounts of the wonders of nature.  Top it off with meaningful stories shared by close family and friends.

These beliefs are the ones I turn to at the end of the day.  They renew my spirit, and give me courage and strength.

I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me.
Speaking words of wisdom.  Let it be.
Let it be, let it be.  Let it be, yeah, let it be.

Through my advocacy work and my writing, I’ve spoken to hundreds of peopleHiking Along Country Road struggling with the burdens of living with an autoimmune disease. I tell them how I’ve learned to deal with stress.  I hope someday they will think of me, and discover what beliefs work best for their journey.

There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
yeah, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.” ~John Lennon/Paul McCartney

 Let me offer a few ways I’ve learned to try to lower my stress levels:

  • Go on news fasts.  This was sound advice I read years ago by Dr. Andrew Weil.  The world will keep on spinning whether you stay on top of the daily news or not.  Any local news channel will first air violent stories in order to grab your attention.  In the past, my hands and feet would start to tingle when listening to the news.  No more.  On most days I read top stories delivered to my inbox from The New York Times, Forbes or The Wall Street Journal.   Of course, there’s no way to avoid the news completely. But, every once in awhile, do yourself a favor and take a break from it.
  • Give yourself a gift.  Act silly with good friends.  Go on a romantic date with your spouse or companion.  Enjoy quality time with your children.  Curl up with a good book.  Play with your pets.  Go for a walk in beautiful surroundings.  Listen to uplifting music.  Give yourself the gift of joy and laughter.
  • Take the negative out of your life.  You know, the negative.  Negative people, negative events and negative thoughts.  Let your intuition guide you.  It will tell you if something doesn’t feel quite right.  Try replacing any negative thoughts with positive ones. (See Cognitive Behavioral Therapy).
  •  Exercise.  Regular exercise has been proven to decrease your levels of stress.  I try to take walks every day.  Some are shorter than others, and on bad days I use our treadmill.  A short walk is better than none at all.

 

So, whether it’s Mother Mary or Moses or The Golden Rule that you believe in, each ARE standing right in front of you.  Waiting to help.  Waiting to keep you brave.  Waiting to give you wisdom.  Waiting to give you hope.

What beliefs help you handle stress?

DISCLAIMER:  Comments from An Empowered Spirit are brought to your attention on topics that could benefit you and should be discussed with your doctor or other medical professional. I am not medically trained and my posts are of a journalistic nature and not in lieu of medical advice. An Empowered Spirit and its author will not be held liable for any damages incurred from the use of this blog or any data or links provided.

 

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Mother’s Day: To Save A Life Is To Save The World

“Save one life, you save the world.” ~Torah

Photo Credit: WaterAid/Mani Karmacharya

Photo Credit: WaterAid/Mani Karmacharya

Mother’s Day.  Two simple words that conjure up memories of large family gatherings, bountiful baskets of spring flowers, and brunches overflowing with scrumptious food and a bottle (or two) of Perrier-Jouët.

The world somehow feels renewed every Mother’s Day, when children thank their mothers for their unconditional love, and for the lessons they have learned.  Look both ways before crossing the street.  Never talk to strangers. Remember to say “please” and “thank you.”  And always – always – respect your elders.

But one thing our mothers never needed to teach us was whether our drinking water was contaminated.

Recently, I was invited to hear Hallie Tamez, Associate Director of Development at WaterAid, speak about her organization, and how they help “transform lives by improving access to safe water, hygiene and sanitation in the world’s poorest communities.”

Photo Credit: WaterAid/Mani Karmacharya

Photo Credit: WaterAid/Mani Karmacharya

As a mother and someone profoundly interested in the welfare of others, I was deeply moved by Hallie and her efforts at WaterAid.

Read about how Hallie got interested in working for WaterAid, and why her heart will always remain in Nepal. (NOTE: Kleenex Alert)

“The people in this region of the world are some of the poorest and most forgotten. They live without clean water, electricity, roads, or transportation. Yet they are some of the hardest working, most determined people I have ever encountered.

My story starts with Sangita, a somber young girl. Two years ago while visiting her children’s home in a remote mountain community thousands of miles from the capital city of Kathmandu, a desperate father came from his village clutching his infant daughter, Laxmi.

Sangita and Laxmi Photo: Hallie Tamez

Sangita and Laxmi
Photo: Hallie Tamez

Laxmi was severely malnourished and very tiny – her skin was dry and her eyes were listless. He pushed the infant into my arms, and blurted out his wife could not take care of the baby. He left Laxmi in our care, and Sangita took over! This little baby became her passion.  It was our passion, too.

Four months later, a robust and healthy little Laxmi was ready to go home.  It was an emotional but proud day for Sangita when Laxmi was returned to her family.

If only the story ended there, but unfortunately contaminated water sources and diarrheal disease came calling…

Two months later I was back in the mountains anxious to see how baby Laxmi was faring.  I trekked 4 hours to her village but arrived to devastating news.

Little Laxmi had died just a week before of diarrhea and dehydration – caused by dirty water.

To be nurtured back to good health, returned to her family only to die from a completely preventable illness was the greatest tragedy and injustice of all.

I keep a photo of Sangita and Laxmi close to my heart, and it is Laxmi’s story that fuels my passion to see that more Laxmi’s don’t die needlessly.

Together we must solve this crisis.

Unfortunately, Laxmi is just one of the 2,000 children who die every day from preventable water-related diseases.  Children are the most vulnerable. The potential of the next generation is being tragically compromised by the lack of access to clean water and sanitation in the developing world.

Kids Being Kids Photo Credit: WaterAid/Mani Karmacharya

Kids Being Kids
Photo Credit: WaterAid/Mani Karmacharya

But there is great news! There are communities in Nepal and around the world where women and children are now living a very different life thanks to WaterAid interventions, and the communities commitment to managing their clean water – water is just the beginning!”

In honor of Mother’s Day, and for mother’s around the world who want their children to remain healthy, consider buying a lifesaving gift from Water Aid.  The best gift you can give to anyone is one that helps to save a life.

Do it for Laxmi.  Do it for a mom. Do it for yourself.

Give a gift.  Save a Life.

Give a gift. Save a Life.

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