Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Finalists Announced 2014 We Said Go Travel's Inspiration Writing Contest - I made it? Whaaaat? :) This is awesome...

I entered a writing contest several months ago. I never expected anything to come from my spontaneous efforts in submitting my story for

We Said Go Travel's Inspiration Writing Contest. The top 50 finalists were announced TODAY. I am one of them. That's CRAZY, right? 

Well, I suppose...

 I prefer to describe the phenomenon as 'awesome', 'one of the best things ever', or in similarly constructed positive-type correlations...

I am in the Finalists.
I haven't been in the finalists of anything since I was a kid.

I won the 4-H public speaking contest several years in a row, back then.

This is WAY better.

Over 500 people from around the world entered the contest I'm talking about.

I realize that I sound pompous, or worse-
brag-gy...

Neither projection is my intention.

The motivation for entering the contest,
in the first place-

was not to win...

Don't get me wrong, friends.
Winning would be GLORIOUS.

The initial purpose that prompted my frantic story-writing frenzy-before-the-deadline-arrives-ed-ness... (Whatever, I write that way... when I'm excited)...
WASSSSS....

that I FELT something more than just a desire to gain recognition from my story.

I didn't write what I wrote to be recognized.
I was surprised when my entry was selected to be featured on We Said Go Travel's blog.

Today,

I was
FLOORED.

Me?
Regina?
A FINALIST?

You're kidding.
Really.
No...,
seriously...

WHAAAAAAAAATTTTTT?

So went the reasoning-to-myself process of thought,
which occurred shortly after a notification email was sent to me.

Congratulations!

For what?-
I think this while I read the subject title and opening sentences of Lisa's email notice...

Then,
it hits me.

My story...
It...

mattered.

It mattered to somebody-
to more people than just me-
a newbie writer...

To explain why it mattered to anyone other than myself,
I suppose you'd have to ask the contest judges.

I wrote about my Papa Jim.
I wrote about my Mamaw Rose.
I wrote about our travels together.
I wrote of loss,
joy,
tears,
smiles,

...

In 500 words or so,
I wrote what mattered most to me at that time-

It still matters to me.

It matters that someone read words I wrote-
They thought well enough of them- or me- or whatever the heck-
to make me a finalist of the contest I'm so glad to have been a part of!

Read my story here and find the 'R's in the list of finalists for the Writing Contest!
My name is Regina.

I wrote something that mattered to me.

It mattered to somebody else.

It mattered more to me.

It still matters.

Read it.

Read the other stories, too- especially those from Lisa and George...

I don't expect to win.

But, I hope...

That's kinda what my whole story is all about, after all... :)

Read: Finalist Story for We Said Go Travel Writing Contest 2014 - Regina's Story!

Find other finalists at the following link- List of Top 50 Finalists Writing Contest We Said Go Travel 2014

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

April 30, 2014


“Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home.” 


                                                               - William Wordsworth


“I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills 
When all at once I saw a crowd 
A host of golden daffodils 
Beside the lake beneath the trees 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” 

― William Wordsworth

In Memory Of - Quote Link

My grandfather died on April 30, 2013.           

Today is April 30, 2014.


In celebration of Papa's life, 
In Loving Memory of 

James H. Cox... 
Jimmy...
Jim...
Papa...
Papa Jim...
Poppo...

my grandfather...
my Papa...

I took pictures today.

I put them here...

for those who hurt with me...

for anyone who is having trouble finding the good things about today...
the day that marks a year after loss...

go outside...
like Papa always did...
that's where the pretties are...

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“Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.” 


Iris

“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you 

learn to dance with the limp.” 
- Anne Lammot



I've seen a lot of quotes. 
I can relate to this one best...
because- 
for me, 
it's true...

You never 'get over the loss'...
Your heart stays broken...
Your wound will always be there. 
Your aching- 
That-
MISSING THEM...

It doesn't go away. 

EVER. 

But, 

The part about 
'making it'...

You will. 

It has been one year since I got the call- 
It's the call you hope you never get- 
You know...
Somehow, before you answer that call...
You just...
know.

What you don't know - 
is how
MUCH
losing
that person

will change your life. 

What you don't know- 
is how 
MUCH
you will hurt...

Time will not heal your pain. 
You will not heal. 

EVER...

But, 

you WILL...

as the author above puts it...





learn to 'walk with the limp'.