Silence is comforting to some. Comforts are dynamic and seldom relied upon when life is as volatile as the wind. Comforting as the silent breeze may be one moment, such quiet can bring fears and storms the next. Sound is a much better indicator of peace for a motherless child and what better way to fill the empty void of quiet than the melody of a Celtic bagpipe.
The drone of a bagpipe, like no other sound, resonates within. It penetrates the core of one’s being. The sound’s vibrations touch upon each fiber leaving the soul humming and yearning for more.
Kirsti watched him sit alone upon the beach and stare at the water beating upon the stony shore. She watched him each morning that he was home. What he was watching or looking for now became clear to her adolescent reasoning. His aloneness there upon the shore of The North Sea roared once he began to play his music across the expanse of time.
So, this happened for me yesterday!! You may read the entire Forbes article here
4. Reverse Engineer Your Legacy.
Start with the end in mind and think about the impact you want to leave on the world. Then, reverse engineer the actions and steps you need to take to start building that.
Rather than focusing your life force on the hours worked or checking off society’s external measures of “success,” honestly ask yourself what you’d like to create on this planet that will leave ripple effects long after you’re gone. Your legacy is how people will remember you.
This could look like a piece of art, sustainable efforts in your company, or even writing a book.
As Ondi Laure, founder of Story Launcher’s Persona Publishing system which helps people build their legacy through writing a book, advises: “You need to begin creating your legacy and not just a business.”
After all, a business is just a way to make money, but a legacy is something that will last far beyond your life. A legacy is something that will continue to impact future generations. It could be something as simple as a book that parents read to their children or a nationwide business on every street corner.
Imagine telling your story that will inspire thousands of people. The world is looking for authenticity, and writing a book is a powerful way to share your deepest thoughts, dreams, and desires that will lay the foundation for your legacy. Shift your focus on what actions you can take that will reach far beyond a business alone. Wealth and success come and go… but the legacy you leave behind, and with intention, will last forever.
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Celinne Da CostaContributorForbesWomenCelinne Da Costa is a writer, speaker, and brand story coach teaching entrepreneurs to become confident leaders with powerful stories, influential brands, international media coverage, and thousands of raving followers.
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Write Daily:
1. Your successes and celebrations
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3. 3-4 things that you are grateful for today.
4. What tasks do you want to accomplish today?
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Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra-large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder pilling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.
Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.
On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.
The abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.
Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.
And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.
Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder piling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.
Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.
On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.
The Abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.
Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.
And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.
The life of a writer is one crazy ride. This being my new site, I have yet to post any blogs to date.
I would like to invite you to explore my other various blogs I strive to keep up with while I’m off in New York at The Writer’s Digest Annual Conference…
The form below was found at the back of an old notebook I kept years ago. I have no resource details as to its origin. Forgive me if this is too familiar for plagiarism is never intended…
Character Name Kirsti
Role in Story:
Kirsti, a fiery and small teenaged daughter of a Royal Lollard Knight, is reared an only child by her father and pagan grandmamma to withstand the harsh Northumbrian coast and the shifting sands of early renaissance England.
Occupation:
trained to fulfill her father’s solemn duties of a Lollard Knight to share forbidden English Bibles to empower an oppressed nation if he should perish unearths answers to a mystery that will haunt mankind across millennium.
(* come back soon for further updates to my character, Kirsti’s creation)
