It's amazing how many people will not return a smile, and the special joy when someone DOES. Unexpected energy between strangers, happy to have a momentary connection. Faces alit with the shine of our brotherhood.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Reflecting
Reflecting on my Christmas tree. Twinkling lights and so many ornaments of meaning. God, I am so thankful for this contented heart, in this moment, in the center of much discord in my life. I give thanks for the many blessings of reason and love and friendship that show up in perfect timing. I give thanks for this feeling right now, which allows me to see past the sadness, offers strength when I am so weary, walking on to a new day. All is well, all is well, all manner of things are well. TYG!
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
Distance
I can allow people in my life to distance themselves from me, without automatically assuming that it's about me and something I did wrong. That just makes room for more GOOD to flow into my life! The actions of others do not define my self-worth. I am loved always. ♡♡♡
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Friday, October 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
What are friends really for??
We talked like normal
There it was, RIGHT ON MY FACE
You said not a word.
There it was, RIGHT ON MY FACE
You said not a word.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Food for Thought
"If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you still be beautiful?"
-Unknown
-Unknown
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
Grateful
I'm just so grateful. My life ain't perfect, but it's filled
with people and moments that just make me sit back and say, "Thank You God
for all the Good that flows into my life."
Too often, I take it for granted, getting focused on stuff
that really just isn't that important ("do these pants make me look
fat?"), or distracted by things that are "off my yoga mat"
(meaning: out of my control or not mine to do.)I have LOVE, and that's all that really matters in the end. So, here I am, just being me, loving you just being you, and just saying THANK YOU for all the many blessings. Too many to count.
*hugs and love*
Humbled
I'm just so grateful. My life ain't perfect, but it's filled with people and moments that just make me sit back and say, "Thank You God for all the Good that flows into my life."
Too often, I take it for granted, getting focused on stuff that really just isn't that important ("do these pants make me look fat?"), or distracted by things that are "off my yoga mat" (meaning: out of my control or not mine to do.)
I have LOVE, and that's all that really matters in the end. So, he...re I am, just being me, loving you just being you, and just saying THANK YOU for all the many blessings. Too many to count.
Too often, I take it for granted, getting focused on stuff that really just isn't that important ("do these pants make me look fat?"), or distracted by things that are "off my yoga mat" (meaning: out of my control or not mine to do.)
I have LOVE, and that's all that really matters in the end. So, he...re I am, just being me, loving you just being you, and just saying THANK YOU for all the many blessings. Too many to count.
*hugs and love*
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Blessing
B - Believing
L - Love
E - Enfolds
S - Surely
S - Supports
I - Incarnating
N - New
G - Goals
L - Love
E - Enfolds
S - Surely
S - Supports
I - Incarnating
N - New
G - Goals
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
You... Yes, YOU
Hi. You are loved and special and radiant and beautiful and unique and a dynamic force to be reckoned with... go take that awesomenesss and put it all in today's face, mkay? Consider yourself hugged!!
Monday, August 11, 2014
Behind a Looking Glass – The Fall, and Hope to Rise
The fall… Down
A deep hole…
Plummeting like Alice
But there are no wonders there
The paint is shit smeared on the wall.
Your fingers curled up in arthritic agony
A crippled grip on the heart
Squeezing out the beautiful riotous red of love and life
Leaving only a grey dirge where there once was cheerful song.
A scythe as wide as the horizon, wider than the world,
Wider than the UNIVERSE cuts a path of pain
You try to shut your lidless eyes against the needling sight,
Because the grain that falls is the hope that feeds your world.
There is no sun there, no light to lead the way home
What is “home”?
How long since you’ve had somewhere soft to land
Somewhere safe to rest your head
Somewhere to be a child again (if you ever were one).
At rest? There, at the bottom of the paradoxical abyss
When you’ve hit and been swallowed and there’s nothing more to miss
When you’re mired and you’re strangled by your blankets and your breath
How do you begin to untangle this deep and mournful mess?
Up?
Up is a distant memory
A treasure you forgot you buried
Like it never existed at all.
Oh yes, maybe, yes
The world shifts on its axis
And once again, as if for the first time
UP is a possibility.
The hope to rise… Up
The darkness is spangled with starlight
The echo in the emptiness is love calling your name
The warm rain promises spring after an endless winter
Everest fades, and the rocky road widens.
Icicles begin to break from your bones and your being.
The chain that bound your lungs, unlocked, now falls away
A heart beats, like a little bird, in your chest once again
Yes, Up, you remember now? Remember who you ARE.
New breath, dawn illumined
New day, the path is yours
By love or God or friends or
By your own hard-won and granted grace.
You are here NOW.
Breathe.
Ask.
Say YES.
A deep hole…
Plummeting like Alice
But there are no wonders there
The paint is shit smeared on the wall.
Your fingers curled up in arthritic agony
A crippled grip on the heart
Squeezing out the beautiful riotous red of love and life
Leaving only a grey dirge where there once was cheerful song.
A scythe as wide as the horizon, wider than the world,
Wider than the UNIVERSE cuts a path of pain
You try to shut your lidless eyes against the needling sight,
Because the grain that falls is the hope that feeds your world.
There is no sun there, no light to lead the way home
What is “home”?
How long since you’ve had somewhere soft to land
Somewhere safe to rest your head
Somewhere to be a child again (if you ever were one).
At rest? There, at the bottom of the paradoxical abyss
When you’ve hit and been swallowed and there’s nothing more to miss
When you’re mired and you’re strangled by your blankets and your breath
How do you begin to untangle this deep and mournful mess?
Up?
Up is a distant memory
A treasure you forgot you buried
Like it never existed at all.
Oh yes, maybe, yes
The world shifts on its axis
And once again, as if for the first time
UP is a possibility.
The hope to rise… Up
The darkness is spangled with starlight
The echo in the emptiness is love calling your name
The warm rain promises spring after an endless winter
Everest fades, and the rocky road widens.
Icicles begin to break from your bones and your being.
The chain that bound your lungs, unlocked, now falls away
A heart beats, like a little bird, in your chest once again
Yes, Up, you remember now? Remember who you ARE.
New breath, dawn illumined
New day, the path is yours
By love or God or friends or
By your own hard-won and granted grace.
You are here NOW.
Breathe.
Ask.
Say YES.
Robin Williams - His Death & a Reflection
I can't stop thinking about Robin Williams. I know we must honor the paths of others and that we don't know what lessons we came here on this grand playground called Earth to experience. Still, he was such a funny soul, and so many of his movies touched me so deeply.
I wish I could have hugged him and said, "Stay - you surely have so much more to give." But, that's me being selfish. Although, whe...n I wrestle with my darkness, I would want someone to remind me of the light I have to share.
For a man who brought smiles to so many, you wouldn't think he struggled with such demons. Goes to show, you don't know the battles that someone might be facing.
(Read onward, for something to consider...)
I wish I could have hugged him and said, "Stay - you surely have so much more to give." But, that's me being selfish. Although, whe...n I wrestle with my darkness, I would want someone to remind me of the light I have to share.
For a man who brought smiles to so many, you wouldn't think he struggled with such demons. Goes to show, you don't know the battles that someone might be facing.
(Read onward, for something to consider...)
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Union
Union
We all came willing
Eager, open, wondering
Strangers left as tribe.
We all came willing
Eager, open, wondering
Strangers left as tribe.
Sorry (NOT sorry), must post again.Still buzzing and processing the energy of the workshop yesterday... I turn to the afternoon sun, and a daydream of yesterday bubbles up and POP - there we are... tearful, joyful, fearless, dancing, laughing, digging deep and MAKING SHIT HAPPEN. (The good kind, of course.)
"How bold one gets, when one is sure of being loved." -Freud.
Grateful, grateful, grateful.
"How bold one gets, when one is sure of being loved." -Freud.
Grateful, grateful, grateful.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
An Exceptional Day...
Jennifer Pastiloff is a strong, dynamic, soulful person and an amazing writer. I've been inspired by her work for some time. She led a yoga-tastic-heart-expansive-beauty-hunting-excursion within today, a workshop punctuated by sweat, tears, dancing, and interlaced with love. It was just what I needed - of course, the Universe's perfect timing.
She gave us an assignment to write ourselves a letter in the voice of someone who loves us. It was wonderful to hear this beautiful group of people read their letters, the celebration of the beauty of how WE ARE ALL WORTHY AND LOVED.
My letter, happened to be from my dog Guinness. Those who know him, probably can't help but smile. For those who don't, maybe you'll smile anyway.
I was honestly floored that Jennifer wanted to film this and post it on her page - but I'll take it as a message from the Universe (and from Jennifer) that I shouldn't pooh-pooh my writing.
She gave us an assignment to write ourselves a letter in the voice of someone who loves us. It was wonderful to hear this beautiful group of people read their letters, the celebration of the beauty of how WE ARE ALL WORTHY AND LOVED.
My letter, happened to be from my dog Guinness. Those who know him, probably can't help but smile. For those who don't, maybe you'll smile anyway.
I was honestly floored that Jennifer wanted to film this and post it on her page - but I'll take it as a message from the Universe (and from Jennifer) that I shouldn't pooh-pooh my writing.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Today
Today, I give thanks - because I have the brain to think it, the tongue to speak it, the heart to hold it, and the loved ones to hear it. All is well, all is well, all manner of things are well.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Prayer
God, grant me the clarity to stay focused on and grateful for the good, when the good seems hard to find. If life is like an easter egg hunt in a metaphorical landfill... there may be some smelly slime on my shoes and flies trying their best to go up my nose, but by golly, look at my basket full of pretty eggs.
And let me be thankful for the pressure that's in my life that's gonna make me into a beautiful diamond (even if I crap myself first). Amen.
And let me be thankful for the pressure that's in my life that's gonna make me into a beautiful diamond (even if I crap myself first). Amen.
Broken in Darkness
You don't see the space
where I'm shattered, here inside,
picking up pieces.
You don't see the place
where my limit reached its end
hiding in plain sight.
...
Could you love the cracks
Could you honor my limits
Could you, would you... friend???
where I'm shattered, here inside,
picking up pieces.
You don't see the place
where my limit reached its end
hiding in plain sight.
...
Could you love the cracks
Could you honor my limits
Could you, would you... friend???
Friday, August 1, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Definition
Constructive procrastination: When you're amazed at the end of a busy day at how much you've accomplished that had absolutely NOTHING to do with what you really needed to do.
Stress
Whenever I am really stressed about work, I have nightmares about waiting tables. WHERE ARE MY FRIES? Why are these burgers burnt? Syrup needs to be changed. How do I ring in these salads?
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Because...
Written just now, because it had to be said:
Thanks for being my friend. Your voice of calm and reason is what I needed. I'm getting this same crazy, constricted panic feeling, like when I tried to hike the Appalachian Trail and only made it one night. "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF."
Like I've stuffed an entire bagel in my mouth and am choking on it a bit as I chew. There are crumbs flying everywhere, and my jaw hurts, and I know I'll get it down, but I'm grateful for friends like you to give me an energetic heimlich every now and again.
Disregard this message if it makes no sense. LOL
Love and hugs and love,
d
Thanks for being my friend. Your voice of calm and reason is what I needed. I'm getting this same crazy, constricted panic feeling, like when I tried to hike the Appalachian Trail and only made it one night. "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF."
Like I've stuffed an entire bagel in my mouth and am choking on it a bit as I chew. There are crumbs flying everywhere, and my jaw hurts, and I know I'll get it down, but I'm grateful for friends like you to give me an energetic heimlich every now and again.
Disregard this message if it makes no sense. LOL
Love and hugs and love,
d
Breathe...
Woke up, crying. Left for work, praying. Here now, hoping. God, I ask that you use me as a vessel of your GOOD. Let Divine clarity and focus filter through all I put my hands to today. Let me be bolstered by faith and your Love, that I see the signs everywhere I look. "All is well, all is well, all manner of things are well." And so it IS.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Last Day of 38
I will have a life unique for me, unique in the world, a note only I can sing in the oceanic symphony of Soul. The song within carries me home.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
A Writer Writes (Again)
I mentioned to someone recently, "In my head, I fancy myself a writer." She then asked what I had been writing... I had to admit: NOTHING. She responded with respectful truth, and said, "Well, dear if you're not writing, you're not a writer." SO... This is from whence the haikus now come, the desire to BE a writer, rather than just talk about it. Getting the juices flowing, albeit 17 syllables at time.
Yes, a writer writes
Syllables dance in my brain
Arranged now, just so.
Yes, a writer writes
Syllables dance in my brain
Arranged now, just so.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Funny
Relaxing by the pool at my Mom's, enjoying the sun and birds spontaneous songs. Woke up to find bird crap on my shoulder. Nature = awesome, with a side of funny, just for me.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
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