“With the new day comes new strengths and new thoughts.”-Eleanor Roosevelt
“The stress of life is the past carrying over into the present as well as the future pressing back onto today. Live in the now.” -Ronovan Hester (Your guest author for today.)
As a person of yesterdays and tomorrows colliding in the now, I find living in the now tends to be the best option for me.
For a man who lost all his memories, except for those of his son, due to a head injury, for a man who doesn’t plan ahead because he’s not certain tomorrow will be a day he will get out of bed, I lead a pretty decent life up here in the noggin.
Yes, I have a few things I ‘plan’ for, but those are long-range plans, towards which each day builds. If you had asked me two years ago if I would have a successful blog, a book about to launch, with several more in the works, I would have laughed if I had known how. I could not spell, speak, and when I did write, I would alternate which hand to use. You read that correctly, I did not know if I was right or left handed. I used both with equal ability. Eating was an interesting time. The foods given to me were the kinds you could pick up with your fingers, just in case I forgot to use the fork.
Three months later, only a month after I discovered I owned a laptop, I had written the first draft of a novel. I am not saying it was a beautiful piece of literature, but I had accomplished something. Where the rest of my body failed me, and even at times my mind, my imagination never left me.
Today, there are days I can’t walk. On those days, I do not eat for those obvious reasons. During those moments, I throw myself at the world of Romance, Adventure, History, or wherever my imagination takes me. I get looks of pity. And often times worse looks than that. I do not look on anything as a reason for pity or a cause for regret. But the day my head hit three to four surfaces on the way to the floor of my home, I count as a day of awakening.
There are places I’ve visited since that day I never would have otherwise. My son and I have visited the Amazon looking for an ancient church treasure our Scottish ancestors hid centuries ago. I’ve earned a medical degree, made a mission trip to Northern Africa, and escaped a rebel group to make it back to the love of my life. And I’ve solved murders by demon-possessed individuals in a small New England town.
On top of all of that, I’ve made friends around the world who are closer than any, except perhaps for a very few, I’ve ever made in person, with Florence being at the top of that list.
The former owl who’s feathers were hiding a beautiful mother and daughter and brain now allows me to step into her home here and share my thoughts at times because my own is a jumbled mess at times.
Don’t take that sentence for more than it is. A man can call a friend beautiful and be stating the obvious as opposed to stating something else. In this case, I am speaking about the person she is, not the physical casing that houses the wonderful person she is.
She encourages my writing. She calls me stupid when I hate my stories. She pushes me to finish a book. Moreover, she wants to see my name on a cover of my own solo book maybe even more than I do, mostly because she knows she’ll be in the acknowledgements from correcting my punctuation.
‘With the new day comes new strengths.’ Sometimes a new strength comes from within, and sometimes it may come from the other side of the world. I have the thoughts; sometimes she gives the strength I need.
Ronovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in December of 2015. He shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge, a new Weekly Friday Fiction Prompt Challenge, and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.
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