Bella Grace

A couple of years ago, I discovered a publication called Bella Grace. It’s a thick, perfect bound magazine on quality paper. There are no ads. The photos are soft and the ideas are sharp.

It’s timeless and well done.

Basically, it’s the opposite of everything else that’s popular these days.

They aren’t selling products and ways to fix yourself. They are shining a light on calm and beauty in this world. They give you stories and writing prompts to make you think. Reader submissions are creative, thought provoking and sometimes so familiar it’s exciting to know there are others out there who think like you. It’s also sometimes mindset changing to read thoughts from people who are different. This is how we learn.

Bella Grace is about making the everyday special and making hard days easier. It’s about making the good stuff magical.

In short, it’s a soothing balm for my nervous system that I didn’t even know I needed.

I’ve only seen it in two stores in Ohio – Barnes and Noble and Joseph Beth Booksellers on Cincinnati so it feels like a special occasion when get to pick one up. It ain’t cheap but it’s not a throw away piece either. I keep my past issues lined up together on a bookshelf and always have one or two lying around the house. They are great rereads because you always spot something new.

They also publish a companion piece called “Bella Grace Field Guide To Everyday Magic.” The new one is more than 130 pages of quotes, worksheets, lists and writing prompts to recall memories, make you think, spark creativity and to help you view your world differently.

One prompt asks in what ways you are like your five year old self. Another is what books you think everyone should read. Others deal with everyday beauty in common things, adventuring in the world and the loveliness of being a homebody.

Perspective is a huge theme because the things some find workaday can be viewed by someone else as having great value.

There’s a two page spread with 31 blocks – a calendar with no dates, if you will. Each block is an inch square. The prompt is to write something about every day. It can’t be too long and can be just snippets like “dark and rainy, read Frankenstein, laughed with a friend.”

This time I’m using mine to write something good that happened every day. Most days are easy. Some are really hard. That’s how life goes.

This week there were good things to report even on the hard days. In fact, it felt like the hard days outnumbered the good. But, as I sit here looking back over the week, it’s hard to focus on the bad when there was so much good. Just this week, I had porch suppers on pretty nights, saw the governor speak at the ribbon cutting of an amazing new community college facility here in my hometown, saw a rainbow, and my dad rescued a kitten from a tree because he’s a really good guy.

That’s not too shabby.

I think half the problem with this world is that people focus too much on the bad and on what scares them. That’s certainly understandable given the social injustices, cruelty, anti- intellectualism, mental health struggles, poverty, closed mindedness, inflation, and narcissism of the general population that exists every day of the week.

Don’t get me wrong. I think about those things too and I worry we are on exactly the wrong path toward the future. Worst of all, I can’t change it. I can only change myself and try to be a role model for decency.

Bella Grace feels like the escape that everyone needs and most people don’t want right now. it’s certainly the escape I need. Less stimulation, prejudice, anger, and all around cruelty and more calm, kindness, and thoughtfulness both inward and toward the perspectives of others are a good start toward a better world.

Be the change you wish to see.

And if you get a chance, pick up an issue of Bella Grace and see what you think! As for me and the 31 days of good things, I’m almost done with my available space. It has been good for my mental health so I think I’ll find another way to keep doing it!

Get Out

If you have today off, I hope you will find time to do something fun or at least outside your routine.

Walk around your yard and look for bees and flowers. Take a drive and go find some ice cream and yard sales. Head to the library and flip through magazines or see if there are any car shows or events happening nearby. Is there a local small business you’ve been meaning to check out? They would love to see you!

Go see what the world holds even if it is just in your own back yard. It will do you good.

Shifting Gears

I took today off work. The rhythm of my year is different than most people’s and this week saw the completion of a cycle that allows me to let go of some stress.

I realized this week that I’ve been holding myself together with caffeine and worry and I’m not sure I remember what it’s like to not feel that way. This is a commentary on me rather than my job or volunteer work because this is just how I handle life. And how I handle things mostly involves abusing my own nervous system.

Today I revisit what feels like a fruitless effort to calm the inflammation in my body and find a better way of living.

Scout, the kind little soul that he is, recognized my exhaustion and stayed close last night. He didn’t wake me when he was hungry this morning and napped next to me while I awoke on my own terms – no alarm and no stress dream jolting me awake. He usually is up before the alarm, banging the bell on his collar against his food dish in case I didn’t know his bowl is empty. He kindly let me sleep this morning and awakening to soft sunlight streaming through the curtains was gentle. He had his head on the pillow next to me and was snoring.

Was it 7 a.m.? Was it noon? I had no idea and didn’t really care.

When your life is dictated by schedules and alarms to keep you on track, it feels like privilege to not know the time of day and to do as you please. Most days I set alarms to keep me on track or to remind me to just stand and move. What a joy to put down your phone and walk away without worry.

So I fed Scout and fluffed the pillows before lying down again. Scout came back after his breakfast and we laid beneath the ceiling fan while I read.

This book has been slow going and I have struggled to get through it this week. The writing is beautiful. The antagonist, a snake handling false prophet who uses his pulpit to warp minds and get his way, hit way too close to home given the state of the world. “A Land More Kind Than Home” by Wiley Cash is southern gothic literature at its best but it was still a rough ride.

Despite that, I was glad to luxuriate in my soft sheets beneath the fan and let the author paint a picture for me. This author hosts a podcast about North Carolina literature that I enjoy. He’s a good host but a great writer who makes you feel like you’re standing right next to his characters in every scene.

It was close to lunch when I turned the last page so I fixed myself a plate and a tall glass of ice water and took a different book to the back porch. It has been hot and humid here this week but that humidity finally broke and the outdoors are pleasant again. There was even a nice breeze and more birds in my yard than I could begin to count.

They were beautifully vocal while I sat quietly, thankful for their song.

I’m writing to you from the porch. The birds are still singing and there’s a slight breeze. The smell of honeysuckle permeates the air. Honeysuckle is invasive and an all around pain to have around but I almost don’t mind when it smells this good.

I have a nice sitting area out here with vintage motel style chairs and an old carpenter’s tool chest for a coffee table. There’s a hammock as well as some junk in the corner that I need to deal with someday. There’s also the table where I sit now. It’s a perfect spot for outdoor meals and for cold drinks on hot days but I rarely have time to dwell here.

The rest of the day stretches out before me. My current state isn’t so pretty: still in pajamas with messy hair and bare feet. I’m tempted to go walk in the grass like this but memories of stepping on a bee when I was about five are keeping me on the porch at the moment.

Wouldn’t soft grass between toes feel good right now?

There’s work to be done here. Projects and cleaning call my name but I will likely ignore them today. They’ve waited this long. Maybe I’ll do something later but at this moment I think I’ll just concentrate on being human.

Humans weren’t designed to work all the time, to rely on caffeine for survival, and to jump at every ping, ding, buzz and ring of the devices that have a hold on our society.

To NOT stay busy all day, standing till I can hard walk or, even worse, sitting till I can hardly stand, is positively un-American.

Why must we always be busy anyway?

To choose un-busy and to resist the allure of tvs and devices is a form of gentle resistance.

What would happen if I spent this entire day reading and listening to birds while sipping cold water? What would happen if I took a nap or an extra long shower in the middle of the day?

What would happen if I just sat in the quiet with nothing but my own thoughts and the gentle rhythm of my breathing for company? My chiropractor tells me I hold my breath. Maybe I need to practice breathing.

What if breathing and rest, movement and quiet, bird song and ideas and good food and cold water are all I really need to soothe my angry body?

Today I have a chance to find out and I’ll try not to blow it. Tomorrow I have a fun day planned and have been looking forward to it. For now, though, maybe I’ll go stand in the grass and see if that helps any. Unless I step on another bee, it probably can’t hurt.

Into The Woods

I finally made it back into the woods today. Our last hike was in April and the time before that is a fuzzy memory. Mind you, I live in the woods but this is different.

Hiking is different.

Stepping out of the grass and onto a trail softened by pine needles is different than the loud crunch of a stone driveway. Reaching out to touch the rough bark of a tree, eyes following the trunk as it reaches toward the sun is different than just glancing at the tree line of your yard while you carry in groceries. Closing your eyes to appreciate the texture of that bark beneath your fingertips generates strength and energy.

Listening to the sounds of the forest change as you follow a trail away from civilization is one of life’s gifts. The variety of birds, insects, bees and frogs chattering amongst themselves is unbelievable if you stop and really listen for it.

The aroma of honeysuckle mingled with decomposing wood and leaves ought to be bottled and sold because there’s nothing like it.

We need the textures and sounds, the beauty and smells of these places for our own mental health as much as the creatures who live in them need these spaces for their survival.

People who work to protect these public places are heroes in my story and those who aim to destroy them are the villains .

If you are like me and live in the woods, I hope you are actually doing something to enjoy the experience. There’s nothing like it and you will feel so much better. If you’re aren’t sure where to start, Lake Hope State Park in Vinton County, Ohio is a good place to hit the trail!

A Touch Of Whimsy

We were sitting at a traffic light in Bedford, Pa when I glanced over to see these door handles. In case you can’t see well, that’s because I snapped the photo from the car as we started to move again.

Each one is shaped like a peacock and I found them utterly charming.

The world would be more tolerable if we all tried to add just a touch of whimsy to whatever we are doing.

Upgrading the door handles from basic builder grade to a splash of flamboyance made all the difference to brighten this building and grab attention.

How about that?

Why choose boring when you can have whimsy? Let’s give it a whirl and see how much more engaging and fun the world can be with a few different choices!

A Quick Note

When days are hard, I think it’s fair to remind yourself that your pet thinks you’re pretty great. They really are wonderful little friends.

That’s all for today. Have a great evening!