Patti Zona
BEST SELLING AUTHOR!
Welcome to my website! This is my first, and I’m still learning. I love the fact that we never stop learning. When we understand our life and others too, we build a connection that grows beyond ourselves. The main thing is to enjoy the process. And, if you’ve had too many challenges, take some time to think about it. That is when we should rise above, take a stand when we must for the good of all. Stay healthy in mind, body and spirit and surround yourself with good people and good friends. Be a positive influence to set an example for others to follow. Many times, we are influenced by what is happening around us. When in doubt, be sure to question. That’s good for both parties to share ideas and experiences.
Now, I will tell you a little about myself. For some innate reason, I love books. I love to read and when we had exams, I preferred to write. For when we write, we retain the information better and longer. But, I didn’t aspire to write a novel or any kind of book until my experiences became so profound and too many. I had to write,for it was a means to understand the hows and whys. Also the causes and the effects. My reason and purpose now was my mantra. To make it good and lasting. One step at a time and one page at a time. Be of importance and valued.
When I first started serious writing, I wrote with pen and paper. I wrote from my heart. Words and memories poured onto my paper. Until a friend who knew that I was writing, and insisted that I get a computer. As much as I rebelled. I relented. I knew how to type. But nothing about computers. When Jim set my computer up and I wrote my first paragraph, it looked like a book, like a real book in the making. I wanted to make it good. I wanted it to last in memory and importance. I knew whatever I wrote was a responsibility to provide valuable information about life, that for some reason never reached us. But, it is never too late. Good information is important too. Life can become very serious, so it’s good to incorporate a little humor also, if possible. Writing is a gift. It’s your story, it’s your imagination too. It’s another place and time that others can relate to.
After my first book was published, there were book signings and many interviews which I found very exciting. And because experiences never stopped. I would write another book, then another until I realized I had four important books. I was encouraged to do so. That was a big part of my impetus. I do believe, at least for myself, to remember our real reason and purpose. To enlighten, inspire, entertain with adventures or find a book that is packed with great information builds our confidence and our abilities too.
You can read. You can write. One day, you can even write your own story and with your own ideas that inspire. Not only yourself but others too. Be fearless and courageous. Be the catalyst for humanity. In appreciation.
Be inspired, motivated, and empowered.
The Value of a Homemaker would be my first book. I was compelled to write. And, now my first website. I was somewhat uncertain about this new experience for me. Seemed so vast. I didn’t want my book or message to be lost in the translation of life, amongst all the ordinary and the extraordinary. But, fate has a way of awakening our reason and purpose.
There is a responsibility in what we do in life. What we see. What we accept and what and when we should question thoroughly. There are too many man made problems meant primarily to profit from others. We didn’t know. We trusted too much for too long. We believed the rhetoric for too long. The importance of what we do in life. Is it to enlighten and inspire others toward a better life? Especially our children. To take care of, to appreciate and teach.
To know and value our gifts and abilities. And, use them wisely and with consideration to enlighten and inspire for the good of all. We do have to question, “How much of these travesties are man-made?” And, “How much could have been prevented? What takes so long to address and correct? I was unprepared for the experiences that shaped my life. That should never have happened. But, too much money and power, many times brings a metamorphosis we can’t stop. I wrote to enlighten, empower and awaken the conscience of those who played their role, but gave up their integrity in the process.
I thought my first book said it all. That our world would take a turn for the better. How could that happen, when my book was held back? How could the truths be known or lessons learned to not repeat the same mistakes? The trust is broken. Did it ever exist in corporate America? When in these times the profit or the quota becomes the reason and purpose, the entity of transactions. The designer rules and laws were the solution to revamp their profits. Never again would financial institutions, investment corporations, banks and more ever have to worry about a financial crash.
They would be bailed out at the taxpayers expense. They became wealthier than ever, for they did not have to pay back. Meanwhile, our taxes grew. All the necessities became more expensive than ever, from education, medical care, medicines, insurance and marketing became big profit makers, real estate became even more profitable. With transactions less transparent– drawn up craft-ier than ever before. I would buy my little cottage in a precarious time, (I wouldn’t know that) thinking it would be a way to replenish the funds I had lost. But, rules changed to fit the game, but mainly to profit. I bought this house for way too much money and numerous non disclosed problems. Immediately, I addressed but to no avail. Now those who were involved became unreachable. Eventually, I decided to restore its dignity. Becoming a labor of love. There is a breaking point, on the body, the mind and dwindling funds will take a toll when there is never a reprieve, thought or care. I write to enlighten and inform.
This is so true what happened and once again I would have to write for dysfunction grows when never addressed or attended. As a wound that never heals when ignored. A flower will wither on the vine if not attended. How will we learn when we live in a world that suppresses the truths? The reason and purpose is unknown, suppressed and those questions are oppressed. We all have responsibilities in life to be taken seriously. To provide a guide for life. We bring a certain amount of wisdom, insight from experiences that touched us profoundly, common sense which we do not always use. But should. Awareness in our actions.,, thoughts, words and deeds. Knowledge is the key understanding. Value this gift and this gift of life– to be the best for ourselves and others.
“Ode to My Bank”
I wrote a book of experience–not to be known
I wrote another to enlighten my sisters and brother
Along the way my experiences and story grew the cause and effect so many became Eschewed etc.
Respect and Percipience is in that special moment– compelled me to write this poem. “Almost there, a little respite, rest and prayer. There is a reason for our purpose.
I wrote this book during the pandemic. When the protests brought out the best and the worst. How could I possibly write during this horrific time? I almost didn’t, until I realized this was another part of history. We share our story to understand the depth of our despair and the anguish we share. Then after getting through the worst. The barrage of construction, tear downs, and rebuilding something quickly in its place. The terrain has changed, and I wonder if it’s for the better. The cacophony of sounds from the heavy machinery disturbs the peace at an alarming rate. So many varieties of sounds, almost as a mechanical orchestral piece.
Large chunks of concrete attached, strewn across the way. In the beginning stages the worker bees try to be considerate, but their work eventually crescendos beyond comprehension. I feel for the workers. This laborious labor takes its toll on them too. There has to be a better way than this forced labour that never ends. It has to be done. So they say. I did write my small art book amidst the turmoil, anguish and pain. We paid the price and it wasn’t right or nice. Through it all. The stoicism stood apart from those of us who ranted and raved. “We’ve had enough.” I say. Can’t you see what was done for thee. And do you appreciate it? At least you can escape, and say, “And, I did all that. And, with your money.”
The interesting thing was the sorrow I felt upon completion of my little art book. I wanted to take all those years back. And take what I learned and start all over again. Somehow. Somewhere. Make it right this time. It’s time we learn to value and appreciate our gifts and use them wisely. For, “God gave us the gift of life. And, what we do with that gift is our gift to God.” In appreciation.