How were we affected by events this holiday season? Leading up to, Xmas day itself and looking towards 2012?
Did the actual experience match all the anticipated expectations? Pass or fail? And how does it then affect what's yet to come?
Much to reflect on and contemplate indeed! Pros and Cons? Highs and Lows? What worked and what did not?
What new experiences have we racked up? Any new relationships? What was that like? How did matters go? What mattered the most?
Whatever the outcome are our hearts filled with wonder, delight and appreciation? Do we welcome this new year?
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
holiday countdown
Five more days until I see my beloved child! Although I've been counting down looong ago for this date as it draws closer I witness myself going into hyper-reality.
The buildup is further augmented by the holidays and all the attendant history over The 12 Days of Xmas. Christian, commercial, or secular overtones seethe and roil around us - blowing smokescreens that cloud any clarity.
Living and working in NYC amps this all up. As the cheer crescendos over blaring horns, show windows, twinkling lights and frost in the air the hustle and the bustle are no longer a grind. Instead they lighten us all up.
Happy Holidays!
The buildup is further augmented by the holidays and all the attendant history over The 12 Days of Xmas. Christian, commercial, or secular overtones seethe and roil around us - blowing smokescreens that cloud any clarity.
Living and working in NYC amps this all up. As the cheer crescendos over blaring horns, show windows, twinkling lights and frost in the air the hustle and the bustle are no longer a grind. Instead they lighten us all up.
Happy Holidays!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thanksgiving vs. Black Friday
On this special day we give thanks for our countless blessings - a life well lived and filled with love.
Only in America do we then rush off on a mad shopping spree the day after.
Instead of immersing ourselves and imbibing of this bountiful cornucopia - we flock like lemmings toward sales of just about anything and everything.
Spurned on by lack we get all aquisitive and competitive for material things of no consequence.
Yet we act like they should matter the most. Ah the inate insanity of the human being.
Only in America do we then rush off on a mad shopping spree the day after.
Instead of immersing ourselves and imbibing of this bountiful cornucopia - we flock like lemmings toward sales of just about anything and everything.
Spurned on by lack we get all aquisitive and competitive for material things of no consequence.
Yet we act like they should matter the most. Ah the inate insanity of the human being.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
a life simply & fully lived
miss someone? . . . . call
want to meet? . . . . invite
want to be understood? . . . . explain
want understanding? . . . . share
have a question? . . . . ask
want something? . . . . declare it
don't like something? . . . . say so
like it? . . . . express appreciation
it's best to express ourselves, rather than wait in expectation
we have one life. . . .live it well
want to meet? . . . . invite
want to be understood? . . . . explain
want understanding? . . . . share
have a question? . . . . ask
want something? . . . . declare it
don't like something? . . . . say so
like it? . . . . express appreciation
it's best to express ourselves, rather than wait in expectation
we have one life. . . .live it well
Saturday, October 22, 2011
the stories we tell ourselves
What is your story?
Do you have a story you call your very own? Is your story so much a part of you that it is what is running you?
With every breath we take we hold the power to create that which we step into and live to be.
Our drive and desire are powered by our passion. How it is expressed is crucial to how it manifests.
Do we worry, angst and obsess? Or do we allow, appreciate and collaborate?
Are our heart and spirit healthy, hale and happy? Or are we operating from toxic psyches and dysfunctional behaviors?
Do we inspire confidence and trust? Are we confident and trusting our wisdom and understanding?
Can we worship at the altar of our Truth?
Be light, delight and enlighten.
This is how we honor our self, each other and live a blessed life.
Do you have a story you call your very own? Is your story so much a part of you that it is what is running you?
With every breath we take we hold the power to create that which we step into and live to be.
Our drive and desire are powered by our passion. How it is expressed is crucial to how it manifests.
Do we worry, angst and obsess? Or do we allow, appreciate and collaborate?
Are our heart and spirit healthy, hale and happy? Or are we operating from toxic psyches and dysfunctional behaviors?
Do we inspire confidence and trust? Are we confident and trusting our wisdom and understanding?
Can we worship at the altar of our Truth?
Be light, delight and enlighten.
This is how we honor our self, each other and live a blessed life.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
life lessons
In honor of Teacher's Day and in praise of all my teachers thru the years. . . .
Count yourself miraculously blessed indeed if at any time in your life you have had the sheer good luck to have a teacher push open the doors to your possible probables - awakening your awareness and igniting your spirit thru other ideas and perspectives.
Hooking your imagination and drawing you into magical mysterious worlds so that - in however imperfect but distinct a voice of your own - you learn to grasp, formulate, and express your self, your hopes, your aspirations, and your desires.
In my idyllic island paradise the first AHA! moment I experienced that moved me out of my fixation with myself as the center of my universe was at 13 when I started high school. I was enrolled in classes with two English teachers who were polar opposites - inside and out.
One class taught the lyricism in literature and writing. The other class taught the mechanics of language and grammar. Both teachers demanded the best and were strict disciplinarians. One taught what she loved and the other worked as a teacher.
When we struggled with the convolutions of Olde English, one teacher had us listen to Shakespeare's plays narrated by Sir Lawrence Olivier. When we mutilated conjugations, the other teacher would shame us with her snarky sarcasm.
We bloomed in one class and were shaken to the core in the other. Either way, like young saplings we weathered thru and grew up. Some better with the wear than others.
By their example I learned from both teachers what worked and what did not. The experience taught me how to approach life - happily or not.
We can choose to learn our life lessons from a school of hard knocks. Or we can illuminate life with the wonder and delight of discovery, change, and challenges.
Either way the choice is ours completely.
Count yourself miraculously blessed indeed if at any time in your life you have had the sheer good luck to have a teacher push open the doors to your possible probables - awakening your awareness and igniting your spirit thru other ideas and perspectives.
Hooking your imagination and drawing you into magical mysterious worlds so that - in however imperfect but distinct a voice of your own - you learn to grasp, formulate, and express your self, your hopes, your aspirations, and your desires.
In my idyllic island paradise the first AHA! moment I experienced that moved me out of my fixation with myself as the center of my universe was at 13 when I started high school. I was enrolled in classes with two English teachers who were polar opposites - inside and out.
One class taught the lyricism in literature and writing. The other class taught the mechanics of language and grammar. Both teachers demanded the best and were strict disciplinarians. One taught what she loved and the other worked as a teacher.
When we struggled with the convolutions of Olde English, one teacher had us listen to Shakespeare's plays narrated by Sir Lawrence Olivier. When we mutilated conjugations, the other teacher would shame us with her snarky sarcasm.
We bloomed in one class and were shaken to the core in the other. Either way, like young saplings we weathered thru and grew up. Some better with the wear than others.
By their example I learned from both teachers what worked and what did not. The experience taught me how to approach life - happily or not.
We can choose to learn our life lessons from a school of hard knocks. Or we can illuminate life with the wonder and delight of discovery, change, and challenges.
Either way the choice is ours completely.
Friday, September 23, 2011
free falling fall
In the three days since I've been down this road the trees have begun to turn. So much can change in just a matter of days or in an instant. Who we are, what we do and how we evolve can all happen at any moment. Why then do we go about our lives believing otherwise?
We go about our lives pretending that being ok is good enough and even worth being grateful for. Instead of focusing on blessings and consecrating our lives in sacred ceremony we put one foot in front of the other and fall into mindless routine.
All along the way three days ago there was a languorous misty rain falling. Lots of birds flocking overhead migrating south with the weather change. All along the way I thought lovingly of how this route has entranced me for life. How delightful it is to be back.
Boundless energy and irrepresible joy fill my being with bold daring for the fate and destiny I careen towards. I am propelled forward by a raptuous sensuality that awaits. In tense anticipation and voluptuous expectation - I feel tingling ripples twanging tightly all over me.
I give free reign to the physical desire that drives my dementia. Reliving the sensual abandonment of previous torrid encounters. Willingly held hostage by my beloved thief of hearts. I am made aware of being vitally alive - that life is full of wonder and surprise, that hope brings possible probables.
As long as I have this sacred space I have a refuge for my soul and a haven to express my spirit. For succor and relief from pettiness and triviality. So I don't fall for the urge to sweat the small stuff. Taking my beloved self to distant realms, off to dream in pursuit of bold adventures, ineffable visions and heady interludes.
We go about our lives pretending that being ok is good enough and even worth being grateful for. Instead of focusing on blessings and consecrating our lives in sacred ceremony we put one foot in front of the other and fall into mindless routine.
All along the way three days ago there was a languorous misty rain falling. Lots of birds flocking overhead migrating south with the weather change. All along the way I thought lovingly of how this route has entranced me for life. How delightful it is to be back.
Boundless energy and irrepresible joy fill my being with bold daring for the fate and destiny I careen towards. I am propelled forward by a raptuous sensuality that awaits. In tense anticipation and voluptuous expectation - I feel tingling ripples twanging tightly all over me.
I give free reign to the physical desire that drives my dementia. Reliving the sensual abandonment of previous torrid encounters. Willingly held hostage by my beloved thief of hearts. I am made aware of being vitally alive - that life is full of wonder and surprise, that hope brings possible probables.
As long as I have this sacred space I have a refuge for my soul and a haven to express my spirit. For succor and relief from pettiness and triviality. So I don't fall for the urge to sweat the small stuff. Taking my beloved self to distant realms, off to dream in pursuit of bold adventures, ineffable visions and heady interludes.
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