open invitation no. 36: dessert

Keep a cookie in your purse.

When I was in college, Nancy the librarian who worked with my mom and fed me books my entire life, sent me a card and a cookie. The card read, “When life is hard and getting worse, keep a cookie in your purse.”

It was a little jingle that has stayed with me for decades. Though simple, it is lovely life advice. Sometimes I drop a cookie in my purse, just as a reminder that even when life is heavy, I can still be lighthearted.

If you’re looking for a writing topic, tell us about a cookie.

*Remember, you don’t have to accept this invitation…but I do hope you will accept the invitation to write. Sharing our stories is magical.

PS—I started a Facebook Group for the #sosmagic community. Join here.

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Open your blog and write a post. Just write.

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Reply to this post, jot a note and paste your URL.

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Comment on other blogs. Soak up the magic that will find you.

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Use one of these images so we can find each other…and you can invite others to share their stories with us!

Offer an invitation to others.

I’m joining an open community of writers over at Sharing Our Stories: Magic in a Blog. If you write (or want to write) just for the magic of it, consider this your invitation to join us. #sosmagic

Published by Ruth Ayres

Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.

22 thoughts on “open invitation no. 36: dessert

    1. I tried to comment on my phone…ahh… technology!. I’m so sorry about your brother, Ramona. I loved that you made cookies and processed your love thoughts. I will be praying for you and your family. XO

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    2. Ramona – Your post to your niece was wonderful and calming. Such sadness mixed with such love. Karl is smiling down from heaven. You were the best sister he could ever have!

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    1. Elsie – Your writing makes me feel like I’m home. When I saw the cookie molds, I was surprised. When I taught nursery school 35 years ago, those molds were in our sandbox. The kids would play with them for hours and fight over who got which shapes. I always wanted to take them home with me. I thought they were jello molds, however. I think I’ll scour some antique stores post-COVID to find them and bake your cookies. THANK YOU for solving the mystery and by the way I LOVE the box too!

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    1. Ruth – Please know how important you are in making people feel special. This forum has been a life changer for me. I am so grateful to all the women who participate in SOS. Their stories – your stories – make a huge impact on me as a writer, teacher, and faith filled woman. We would not be writing here – if not for YOU. Whatever the difficulties – please know that. YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

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    1. I love unwrapping my Christmas ornament boxes – each one holds a memory. Love your lines: There’s a consoling power in having symbolic things, in holding them and touching them quickly throughout the day. In remembering the redemptive power of love. In reminding myself that I am never alone. – My older sister kept my mother’s ornaments – I think I need her to share a couple with me! Right NOW! Thanks, Julie for this lovely post!

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    1. I love unwrapping my Christmas ornament boxes – each one holds a memory. Love your lines: There’s a consoling power in having symbolic things, in holding them and touching them quickly throughout the day. In remembering the redemptive power of love. In reminding myself that I am never alone. – My older sister kept my mother’s ornaments – I think I need her to share a couple with me! Right NOW! Thanks, Julie for this lovely post!

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    2. Family and friends stand with you. And please know strangers stand with you too. Sometimes, I have found in difficult times that I don’t have to keep moving – I just have to be held. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

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  1. Terje – I was waiting with quiet anticipation to read your next post. You did not disappoint!

    I especially loved your lines:

    My husband likes to do things properly and takes his time.
    I like that my husband likes to do things properly and I always underestimate how much time he takes. 

    (Such a connection I have with you there!)

    I knew I had had a perfect day. Not because it met any dream standards but because I had chosen to accept what was and to view it as such. And because it ended with the chocolate cake. 

    (So true – the older I get the more I realize that acceptance is the key to happiness. And chocolate cake at the end of the day is a blessing!)

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