Hi there,
I have always known I wanted to be a writer. When I was elementary school age, I wrote short poems and gave them to my friends. However, I buried the idea of writing as I grew up. I finished high school and college. I graduated from two colleges with degrees in Zoology and Medical Technology. I married and had children. My work was in the science or healthcare fields.
When my family and I moved to another state, I was having a hard time adjusting to the move. I talked to a friend about my struggle and my friend told me to listen to my inner voice. That is when I started writing in bits and pieces. I see in everyday ordinary objects a beauty that I believe goes unrecognized. I tend to compare inanimate objects with people. White Bread and Mayonnaise has been finished for many years and laid under my bed collecting dust. The years that have past were spent living life and me growing on the inside.
There are three parts to a person; body, mind, and spirit. Sometimes, one element grows faster than the other. I do not think the parts ever get to the same exact level of growth, but there is a pulling and pushing between the three that guide us into the grown up we are meant to be. Words and sentences came to me and I wrote them down. I pieced the words together and my first book was written.
Once I made the decision to self publish my book, my next book idea came to me. To be honest, I have written less than a paragraph for this book. But I will get it written. Lao Tzu said, “Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
For me, my life has taken on new meaning. Each day, I am curious to see what lesson I will learn. I am more in touch with what is important to me.
My childhood was Southern and simple. I have fond memories of my family’s traditions and culture. Our rural life was close to nature. Family stories were told and retold. Homemade meals were significant. Lots of family shared their time and warmth for each other at those meals. I remember never having to knock on the door at my aunt’s home or my grandparents’ homes. One would walk on in and they were always happy to see whoever came in to their home.
Small town America in the South was, and is, special. There are many interesting stories to come from that special portion of the world. Stories from the past teach me life lessons that I am still learning. The South helped mold me into the person I am. Simple living is what I strive for.
See ya later,
Lula Phine
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