The Write Woman has Balls with 267 Days to GoI

            I didn’t plan on letting the cat out of the bag until I felt confident. That day is today. No, I’m not releasing some big secret about having a higher testosterone level than other women, although that’s probably true. I don’t feel it necessary to test until I grow a mustache and sideburns, but in my studies of discovering myself I found a new way to self heal and it’s so freaking incredible I’m going to share. It’s all in the balls—not the gonads.

            Speaking of gonads though, when I shared this information with my male friend, all I managed to get out was, “I have these little balls I use…” and was cut off by, “Ben Wa Balls?” As soon as I realized where the conversation was headed, I immediately interjected. “No, no, no!” Then I explained the purpose of Chinese Meditation Balls was to relax, not heighten a mood. On the days I don’t work out at the gym, I make it a point to participate in meditation. Boy does time fly! An hour seems like fifteen minutes. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so deep into meditating, or I’m so excited to get away from real life. No matter the reason, time slowing down while I’m doing something good for myself is always welcome. Maybe I’ll get a set for him as a Christmas gift. I just hope his wife doesn’t find them and think they’re for her. Little kids in Walmart will follow her around searching for Santa’s reindeer.

           

Did you hear about some of the activities our youth are doing to promote giving for the holidays? It’s really too bad they’re leaving the adults in the dust when it’s the adults who should be teaching the kids. One teenaged boy gathered needy families’ information to provide turkeys for Thanksgiving. One little girl is making crocheted purses for families containing gifts so they can have Christmas this year. The fact remains that kids are setting the example. Anna, coincidentally the same name as the character in my story, sets a shining example.

At our house, we won’t be having a Christmas, so to speak, but I feel as if we’ve outgrown “The Season of Giving.” After all, shouldn’t we give every day? Instead we concentrate on all of the goodness we are grateful for, a little bit more than usual, and the time we have together. But in the season of giving, I certainly hope you enjoy my latest story called The Pouch.

So until you hear Santa’s bells ringing, I might suggest getting a set of meditation balls to soothe your mind and help you think more clearly. That’s what I’m doing and it’s working wonders!