Sibel Hodge Talks about Life

Don’t Let Life Get You Down

Posted by sibelhodge on Monday, January 25, 2010 Under: Lifestyle

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We all have days where nothing is going right, or moments in our life that drag us down. The important thing is how we deal with the stresses and upheavals that living in the modern world places upon us. So if you have that sinking feeling, just remember that today’s bad news could be tomorrow’s opportunity. Repeating positive motivational quotes and mantras help me get through the the rough times. Here are some of mine…

Life is full of should haves. You can’t change the past, but the power to do anything is here, now.

Make the most of all your opportunities today. You never know which one will pay off.

It’ll be OK in the end. If it’s not OK, then it’s not the end.

Laughter is a great stress management tool. Devote time to laugh throughout your day.

Success is just a state of mind. If you believe you can do something then you can … but maybe not always the way you first thought.

Your potential is from infinity to beyond.

Don’t try to fail by failing to try.

Live for today, dream of tomorrow, learn from yesterday.

You are unique, so use your unique talent to your advantage.

Everything You touch is a success.

The meditations above, plus many more, are included in my new book Healing Meditations for Surviving Grief and Loss.

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It’s an inevitable part of life that at some point we will all experience loss and grief. Loss doesn’t just mean the death of a loved one. It can also include any kind of major change, death of a cherished dream, divorce or the end of a relationship, loss of freedom, job loss, loss of income, rejection, chronic illness or disease, infertility, miscarriage, death of a pet, as well as many other tragedies. Every change in our lives is really a death of some kind (something has ended), and can create a state of grief and loss.

There’s no right or wrong way to grieve, and the road to recovery is unique to each person. Healing Meditations for Surviving Grief and Loss explores how we can honour our loss and grief and move forward through hope, recovery, and healing. The meditations are designed to create positive and healthy changes in our lives, aid us on our journey to recovery, comfort us, inspire us, and give us hope of a brighter future. They can help to rebuild our self-confidence and help us learn to love ourselves and our lives again.

The Aim of this Book is to Help:

• Identify how you can express your feelings of anger, guilt, sadness, fear, pain, and anxiety
• Motivate you to can carry on living after suffering from loss
• Help you reflect on your loss in positive and healthy ways
• Dedicate time to the grief process and its expression
• Explore positive ways of coping with your loss
• Let you know that you’re not alone

Healing Meditations for Grief and Loss is available from Amazon.comAmazon.co.uk, and Smashwords.

So don’t let life get you down. The power to pick yourself up and deal with life is controlled by your own positive thoughts.

I’d love to hear some of your mantras!

Peace and Love

Sibel xx

(Excellent post, Sybil! Loved the preview. Sounds like everyone could use a copy of this book.)

Exciting New Product for Pet Owners!

Having trouble applying or receiving enough love for or from your cat, but don’t want to increase your pet expenses and responsibilities? Try the new Cat-Stretcher from Ronco! Simply place the Cat-Stretcher on the floor and sprinkle the enclosed packet of irresistible snack dust at both ends; sit back and wait for the fun to begin. Your pet will absolutely love this relatively painless innovative invention that allows you to get the most out of the cat that already owns you. You will automatically produce up to 3X  the surface area almost instantly, creating more to love by providing a much greater petting area. Call now and get your Cat-Stretcher for only three easy payments of $39.95. Cats will sleep longer, purr louder and more easily fit to those tiny crawl spaces without ever actually leaving the room. 

But wait, there’s more. This inexpensive but exciting new way to double or even triple the love without doubling the expenses associated with owning two pets also comes in dog size. Order now, pay separate shipping and handling and get a hamster-stretcher absolutely free!

New Guppy-Stretchers coming soon.

Disclaimer: Pets not included. Should not be used as dryer vents. Use on wiener dogs, ferrets, and pythons prohibited in some states. Store in a cool, dry place when not in use. Keep away from children under six. Not available in NYC. Results may vary depending on moon phases.

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Work in Progress ~ A Dance for Four People

My current project is another diversion from Templar Fantasy. This one is a comic/romantic period piece written out of admiration for the works of the English playwright and novelist Henry Fielding. His comic novel, Tom Jones, a Foundling, published February 28, 1749 was classified as a Bildungsroman (German) novel or a coming-of-age story that focuses on the psychological and moral growth of the main character from the careful status of adolescence to the more somber or responsible status of adulthood. If you are really, really acquainted with the novel, Tom Jones, you might quickly discern the similarities and differences between my latest work and that of Mr. Fielding.

If you are not familiar with the classic novel, it is not necessary in order to enjoy my novel, which I hope will be coming out in the next month or so for Kindle and then on to Smashwords and paperback.

I’ve chosen the following image to build a cover and I believe it will convey the idea that the book is a period piece. I do hope my fans will give it a try and let me know what they think of my attempt to honor Mr. Henry Fielding.

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#SampleSunday ~ Jan 6, 2013

Excerpt from The Wayward GodKing, Book XXX, Assassin Chronicles. Available in eBook formats from Amazon and Smashwords.

“A visitor?” The Mayor leaned around his plucky daughter to look at Selwig.

“Yes, Your Honor, sir…” Selwig nodded and smiled at him. “I am called Selwig. I once lived here and worked for the Dagda.”

“Selwig? Selwig, hmmmm.” The Mayor scratched his head thoughtfully. He had long red curls and large brown eyes. “I have heard of a Selwig. Once a great and eligible healer in the Dagda’s service and later declared a traitor and a leper and then hailed as a great hero by the Tuathan gentry, exiled forever to wander the lands of men, saving the Tuathans from disasters and contamination. I should think that one should make up one’s mind what one wants to be.” The old man waved his hand in dismissal and raised one doubtful eyebrow at the healer. “What can I do for you, Selwig?”

“Your city is dying, sir,” Selwig sat down on a footstool near the Mayor’s feet. His shoes had holes in the bottom.  “Where is everyone? What happened? There was a great darkness… an evil darkness… in the forest. What was it? Where is the Dagda? Where is King Corrigan?”

“The King has not been on his throne in ages and ages past. They say he has turned against us and lives now with his mother in the world of men. The Dagda was taken away by an angel.”

“An angel?” Selwig’s face lit up. He knew all about angels. Vanni had taught him, and Sophia had also told him of angels. And he had learned much from Armand de Bleu and his nephew and everyone else. The mighty Djinni had told wondrous tales of angels, and he had seen them warring with the evil ones. Flying on great winged horses and riding magnificent beasts to war. Lord Lucifer. Lord Nanna. And others.

“Yes, yes,” the Mayor sighed heavily and turned to his daughter, who still stood waiting near the bright red doorframe. “Go and fetch us a bit of wine, Daughter. Yes, an angel. He was tall and strong and his robes shone with the light of the sun at midday. He came one morning and spoke with Lord Lugh. That evening Lugh told us that he would be leaving us. He recommended that we seek out King Corrigan’s kingdom and go to live there with the others, but when we sought the King’s company, he was not at home and, in fact, his people were seeking us for advice. Alas, we could give them none and sent them away. We have come to ruin at last.”

“Nonsense,” Selwig frowned. “You are the Mayor. You are the leader. You must lead. You must tell the people what to do.”

“I am too old.” Molwoddy shook his head sadly. “It is too late.”

“It is never too late!” Selwig stood up and then sat back down quickly as Barthig brought him a bottle of wine. She handed another to her father.

“Sorry,” she said. “All the cups are dirty and the maid’s run off with the gardener.”

“Thank you,” Selwig nodded and pulled the cork with his perfect teeth.  He turned up the wine and offered her the bottle. To his surprise, she took the bottle and drank deeply from it before handing it back. “We must call a town meeting. Gather the people. Form a plan. We cannot simply give up and… and… and… well, you must tell your people to go back to work. Tell the farmers to farm their fields and harvest their crops, the shepherds to shepherd their flocks and shear the wool. You must tell the spinners to spin and the cheese makers to… to cheese and the cooks to cook and so on and so forth.”

“A town meeting!” The Mayor spit his cork on the porch and took a long swallow. “Now that is a good idea. I wonder why I didn’t think of it.”

“We need to announce a meeting as soon as possible,” Selwig encouraged him. “We can make a list of all the people and their jobs and make sure that they understand that they have to go back to work.”

“But the Boggans… they are awful,” Barthig told him. “They come and steal our vegetables and our sheep.”

“Then we must rally our soldiers, appoint some new captains.” Selwig looked from father to daughter. “Are there many soldiers left in the city?”

“Yes, yes. Soldiers. Soldiers make good police. You know I just spoke to five of them earlier. They say the plague of darkness has lifted just as you say. But they say that the Boggans are prowling the forest with sticks and clubs. We need to police the forest and drive these beasts out of our kingdom. You are very wise, Selwig,” Molwoddy stood up. “Barthig, go down to the square and announce the meeting. We will meet on the palace steps after supper. Then get back here and cook supper for us.”

“Father, father,” Barthig shook her head sadly. “You know that I don’t cook. I don’t know how to cook. I shall take some gold and buy our supper as usual from the fisherman’s wife. Soon she will be rich, and we will be fishing for a living. Shall I bring supper for Selwig?” She cast a shy look at the healer and he looked down at his hands.

“Of course,” Molwoddy answered. “He is our guest.”

Selwig reached into his bag and drew out two gold coins imprinted with eagles and other symbols of the overworld.

“Please,” he handed the money to her. “Buy enough bread and fish for a feast and if you can find some honey mead, I would love to have some.”

“Honey mead,” she repeated and then smiled. “Honey mead, fish, bread and perhaps some capers and a few carrots? We can eat carrots without cooking them.”

“I can cook, Barthig,” he told her. “Buy whatever you can with that, and the treat’s on me. I’ll cook anything you bring. Guaranteed.”

“Guaranteed? What is that, young fellow?” Molwoddy asked him, but seemed immensely pleased by Selwig’s generosity.

“You’ll see,” Selwig told him and then watched Barthig trip down the steps. Small bits of leaves and moss flew from her skirts and hair as she walked. “Now tell me, Lord Mayor, all that has transpired here since the Dagda left you. And please, pray tell me more about this angel.”

M

SixSentenceSunday ~ January 6, 2013

Taken from Book XXX:. The Wayward GodKing. Wrapping up the Assassin Chronicles series with the release of book #30.

“I have heard of a Selwig. Once a great and eligible healer in the Dagda’s service and later declared a traitor and a leper and then hailed as a great hero by the Tuathan gentry, exiled forever to wander the lands of men, saving the Tuathans from disasters and contamination. I should think that one should make up one’s mind what one wants to be.” The old man waved his hand in dismissal and raised one doubtful eyebrow at the healer. “What can I do for you, Selwig?”

“Your city is dying, sir,” Selwig sat down on a footstool near the Mayor’s feet.

M

Prospero Ano y Felicidad!

No, I’m afraid I don’t speak Spanish well enough to write a blog post in the language though I wish I could. But I did learn the phrase “Prospero Ano y Felicidad!” from a song on the radio during the Holiday Season. I think I enjoyed this year’s Christmas music and trappings better than any previous year in my life and that’s saying a lot. Of course, there was one Christmas I spent at Walt Disney World and nothing can touch Disney for Holiday fun.

I just thought I might say something for the start of a new year that I was afraid would never come. Not that I really believed in the Mayan Apocalypse, I was truly worried over the state of the world for most of 2012. I should have known better than to worry over Iran and Afghanistan and Pakistan and all those other ‘stans over there. They will do what they do and there is not much I can do about them. Differences between the East and the West are too vast to ever reconcile in this era of human evolution (IMHO).

There is something I heard in Last of the Mohicans that goes “Do not try to understand them… and do not try to make them understand you. That is because they are a breed apart and make no sense”.

Of course, some people would scream this is a racist statement and insensitive and so on and so forth, but do not take it out of context considering the era it represented. And although in today’s politically correct arena in the United States, it would sound harsh and be taken wrong by the very people who need to heed the good advice contained within it, it is a fact, which cannot be denied that all of us are born into a certain “breed” or race or bi-racial or tri-racial environment. Those environments bring with them any number of customs, beliefs, habits, concerns, priorities and diversities. It falls to the individual to rise above the base of stern fundamentalism and stand for equality and unity for the entire HUMAN race of which we are all apart (with the exception of the aliens hiding amongst us, zombies and vampires LOL).

Denying that such racial differences exist and trying to foist such on deeply racial persons is sheer folly. To expect those deeply fundamentally racist persons, whether they be in the Middle East, the Deep South or the wilds of Africa to accept and return love for love is worse than folly, it is suicidal. Until we can simply accept each other as being irreconcilably different and amicably refraining from trying to convert each other by hook, crook or sword, we can expect to see things muddle along in the same vein as what we have seen for the last 100,000 years or so.

I am truly hoping this next year will see our divided nation come back together as Americans, without  animosities toward those with differing opinions, differing religions, differing philosophies. Until men and women can throw out their own personal demons and look at themselves from an objective viewpoint, we will continue to fight among ourselves over petty agendas and selfish desires.

I needed to write this, but none need read it, for I fear my words can change nothing other than the total number of posts on WordPress.com.

If you did read, then may your own god bless you and keep you happy during the year to come!