Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Knowing



The ocean knows that the sky is blue
The clouds know the sky never ends
The birds believe in the great beyond
And the fish know they swim with their friends

The sound of the water against the shore
whispers the words of the wise
The rustling song of the blowing winds
is aware of the rising tides

The leaves on the trees of the maple
know that the bees buzz in fields
The butterfly's beauty and grace
is known by the mountains and hills

and the knowledge of all that is true
lies in the infinite spirit of you.

That's When the Fight Started!


It was a horrible day full of conflict and hurtful words. I thought I'd share some of it with you.

Actually, I'm just April Foolin' Around! My husband and I had a great laugh at this today. It was an email his buddy forwarded to him. I haven't had much time to write so I thought I'd just share a chuckle with you all instead!

Enjoy.

PS. Just realised this is my 100th post...I only started the end of January..not bad!
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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.
The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.

I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too'......

And that's how the fight started.....

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One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift.
The next year, he didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked him why, he replied, "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's how the fight started.....

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My wife walked into the den & asked "Whats on the tv?"

I replied "Dust".

And that's how the fight started.....

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A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'

The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'

And that's how the fight started.....

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.

She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 200 in about 3 seconds. ' I bought her a scale.

And that's how the fight started.....

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I asked my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?'

It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
'Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!' she said.
So I suggested, 'How about the kitchen?'

And that's when the fight started....

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My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?'
'No,' she answered.

I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'

She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.'

So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.'

And that's when the fight started....

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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive. So, I took her to a gas station.

And that's when the fight started.....

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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.

Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.

And that's when the fight started.....


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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'

'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'

'My God!' says my wife. 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'

And that's when the fight started.....

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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. 'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'
He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?'
'Nah, she can order for herself.'
And that's when the fight started.....

Happy April Fools Day

Monday, March 30, 2009

Come to the Field


Tonight I had a yoga class. OK, let's back track a little. Today I've been very busy. But I did find some time to read quickly some of the blogs I read on a regular basis. Many of my friends here in the blogosphere are battling some health issues, very bravely I would like to add, and while going through those blogs I stumbled upon Daria's update. She is due to take chemotherapy again for the twelfth time and she's been advised they are lowering her dose because she was weakened by the previous treatments she's had. She was concerned because she wants to really kick her cancer's butt and wanted the full dose.

So I've been thinking about what to comment on Daria's blog because I felt if I didn't get to comment anywhere else, I would make the time to comment on hers. Her concern is very valid. What I came up with was that maybe she could do some other healing type things, alternative, complimentary modalities to pick up the slack. I wasn't sure what to recommend so I was thinking I'd make a gentle suggestion that she try something like that.

So today I had a yoga class. Now my yoga classes are very small and the teacher is very good and very hands on. At the end we always do a relaxation portion. Well today she really had us working our paces...stretched us out like pretzels so when the relaxation time came I was ready for deep internal bliss.

But what came to me was Daria's predicament. Instead of letting the thought go though, I thought I would just meditate and go inside and see what came to me as a way to help her.

Within moments I was in a field, a beautiful field and it was green and vivid and swirling with green and yellow colour and light. I could see the wind in the field making the air look like it was tinted like the coloured sand you sometimes see swirled around in those vases. It was breathtakingly beautiful and there are no words to describe it exactly. The sun shone bright and warm upon that field and like metal to a magnet I was drawn into the middle of it.

I knew immediately that this was the field of wellness and well being. I went into it, in my mind, feeling an intense sensation of well being and peace. I've never felt so good, ever. I walked through it and I could feel health and wellness from the swirling green air penetrating my skin and enveloping me in goodness and joy.

And then I thought, this is where I need to bring my friends. So in my mind I started inviting them, women who I've never met, familiar faces, and unfamiliar faces all with different health crisis, I invited them all, named and nameless to come into the field with me. And one by one they all came and they all one by one absorbed the wellness they needed for complete and utter health from this field. One by one they smiled the smile of those who know they are healed.

I don't know if there is a modality that specialises in this type of visualisation but if there is I think this is what you need, maybe what we all need to be doing, going into the field of well being in our minds and absorbing all of the healing vibes that swirl gently around like coloured air.

Meanwhile, you've all already been there today and I hope you are feeling some benefit to being in that place even if you didn't know you were there. I was certainly wonderful to visit with you there. I send wonderful healing vibes to all of you, particularly Daria who is needing a little extra to pick up the slack.

Namaste


Understanding

I'm taking a day off today, I have some stuff to do this morning. I likely will be busy most of the week off and on so I'll try to post every day, but I might miss. I hope not. Meanwhile, just a little poem today. Something I put together when thinking about someone who has caused some pain in my life in the past. I call it Understanding.

Understanding

Your words come at me like a knife
they first wound me to my core
and then I let them go deciding
you can't hurt me any more

So you try with actions then
to intrude into my spirit
but you find it filled with love
there's no room for worthless hatred.

Then you cast another stone
and I smile and walk away
you don't like to be ignored
and you hate me, so you say

Then I turn and see your eyes
and I see the pain that's there
hidden down beneath the anger
crouching underneath the fear

and I send you love and light
and hope some day you'll start
to take the love and light I send
and replace the hatred in your heart

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Why I Write the Things I Write


This is a preemptive answer to the questions that haven't been asked of me yet but I feel are likely coming.

Why do I only write about inspiration and creativity and getting in touch with our spirit and seeing the connection between people on the earth? Wouldn't it be better to write about the injustice of the world, the crime, the violence, the sadness and the heartache? Couldn't I do more good bringing those things to light, focussing on a particular situation or cause so that the problems of the world could be better resolved?

These are the questions I expect to be asked. And my answer is simple. It's not what I'm supposed to be doing. I know that this is what I'm meant to be doing here.

There are a lot of people who have the calling to go into war-torn countries and places where people are starving to report that back so that we know and can help. There are people who are activists who do wonderful, invaluable work to help the people of the world rise above the situations they find themselves in. That is what they feel they have to do and it is truly admirable work. It's exactly what I tell people to do all the time.

I don't need to point out the violence in the world. We all know it exists. We all get the news, we all have the Internet. It's full of negative stories and heartache. You don't need another source of news that breaks the heart and chips away at hope like a sharpened chisel on a chunk of cold hard marble. Me telling you there are horrible things in the world is like telling a person they're tall or short. A tall person knows they're tall just as a short person knows they are short. It would be stating the obvious.

The reason I write about the interconnectedness of humanity is so that when we see that terrible news story across the ocean we can feel for the people because we feel we are one with them. The reason I write about living a life of service is so that people know that when they serve others they serve themselves. The reason I write about hope and positivity and inspiration and creation is to help create a balance so that all you hear isn't the sad story.

If for every negative news story a person read they also read something positive about humanity that balanced it out the world would be a more hopeful and pleasant place. If the person from India and the person from Australia can all see and agree with a message I've given them here I see that as an indicator that we all are not different, and in fact we are all the same. The things that happen aren't happening to them over there but to us, the Divine, sacred, human race.

So I leave the news telling and the activism for those who feel called to do so. I actually do some myself in my life. I walk my walk and I try to live in a place of service. I've been known to speak loudly and clearly when faced with injustice. I weep for the world at times and for my fellow humans who suffer so.

But this place, this space on the world wide web is not for that purpose. This place is for everyone who wants a little oasis from that to stop by and take a drink from the fountain of hope and spend a while in the gentle breeze of positivity. This is where you can come when you are the one being kicked around by life and you need some counterbalance. Sit with me and breathe deeply. Where there is life there is hope. Where there is love there is life. There is always love.

Friday, March 27, 2009

The Creative Spirit


There is a part of all of us that yearns to create. To make something that is born of our imagination and bring it to life. All of us do it. Some of us are artists and writers and musicians, some of us are born to build and engineer and others knit and craft and sew. But almost everyone creates. I sat and tried for a while to think of someone of my acquaintance who didn't create, and I almost had someone but then I remembered she taught dance and in that position she actually choreographs routines for her students who compete, a very creative thing to do.

I've been thinking a lot about this lately because I've been in a very creative frame of mind and I've got tons of notes of new ideas, three books that I'm working, massive amounts of energy for doing something every day and I have started to realise that it's progressive. The more I do, the more I want to do, the more I create the more I am creative and the more I expose myself to those things that come from the creativity of others the more I want to create myself and the more ideas come to me. I see a painting I write a poem. I see a photograph I write a chapter in my novel, I hear a song and I cry and write a sad short story. I feel that I am in the flow of creativity and I'm amazed that I never saw things this way before.

A couple of posts back I posted a poem that was inspired by another blogger. He wrote of Idi Amin, a terrible dictator who did a lot of horrible things to other humans he shared the earth with. Even he, in his terrible existence on this earth, created something. He created the desire within many people to seek understanding of what had happened and to become determined that it never happen again.

In reading the post from Double-Dolphin's blog he said he'd had this one line running through his mind and I was inspired to create something from that one line, something to counterbalance the evil destructive nature of what that dictator had done. I'd been inspired to create a few verses of hope out of the darkness that was that time in history.

The creative spirit is within all of us and I believe to tap into that is to tap into that which is your ultimate calling. Today I received some copies of a little book I published. It's beautiful. It was a short story I blogged about a while back that was inspired by a dream my father had over 25 years ago about a story had dreamt about. I wrote the story, and I tell the story of how it came to be. I published through my Heritage Makers business as a keepsake for my family and included some of my poetry.

I look at that little 23 page, 7 by 5 book that did not even exist in my mind a short two months ago. Now it's real and concrete and sitting on my desk. There is great satisfaction out of making something out of nothing except a thought in your mind and inspiration in your heart.

There is nothing that happens without there first being a thought. Think good thoughts and create good things. The satisfaction is unparallelled and the result is invaluable to humankind.

Namaste

Lilacs and a Favourite Quote



I always thought writing would be a solitary activity but not so in the day of the internet. I'm a moderator at Motheringdotcommunity's Mothers Writing Group and that along with the wonderful people I've "met" here in the blogosphere has given me the gift of being able to read and share in the work of other writers. A close second to my love of writing is my love of reading and there is great wisdom and great writing in both places.

Lisa Russell blogs as Mrs Hannigan at her own website http;//www.lisarussell.org. She's also a member of the Mothers Writing Group. She has wonderful talent and she does all of her writing while proudly homeschooling six daughters. Yes, SIX. Somehow I feel a little inadequate having a mere four!

I am absolutely delighted to have Lisa as my first guest on my blog. She wrote the following thought-provoking post for me and I love it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.


Lilacs and a Favourite Quote

Today the kids picked lilacs and our whole house is now filled with the heavy perfume of lilacs, shoved into a recycled bean dip jar on the kitchen table. A few weeks from now, there will be daffodils in the vase.

It's always springtime when this phrase comes back into my life. "You are an endless source of all that you choose to create."
That sentence meant something to me in high school, scribbled on my blue denim three-ring binder, in hot pink puff paint. Then again, a few years later, printed out in a regal font on parchment paper hanging in my first home office. And again today, as I add it to a list of my favorite inspirational quotes for a random-quote-feature on my blog. Is collecting quotes a normal thing to do as we get older? I seem to collect a lot of them. This one has always been one of my favorites.

I am an endless source of all that I choose to create.

I don't think I've ever said it out loud. I've used it to encourage friends before, it seems to go over well. As the mother of six daughters, it's taken on an odd meaning. The idea of being an endless source of daughters doesn't exactly bring forth the empowering feeling I used to get from the phrase.

In every moment, though, I can choose to be something else. Sometimes I choose to be the flustered mom, trying to keep ends together or the fun mom, singing songs and playing games. I sometimes choose to be the angry mom, upset about the dishes or laundry. In those times, I often feel that I don't have a choice. But I do, I always do. Other times, I choose to be the lazy mom, serving sandwiches for dinner because it's all I can manage at the moment. It's hard to remember that I'm choosing sometimes; whatever I choose to create.

I am an endless source. Today I chose to be fun. We spent the morning enjoying a day that felt suspiciously like springtime. The girls built fairy houses, I deep-cleaned a few things and made a picnic lunch. Today I chose peace. I can do that every day. I should choose that more often. Knowing it's my choice, I am inspired to choose it more often. I am an endless source.

An endless source; my kids probably wish I was an endless source of fun. I wondered today, if the earth chose to create lilacs all year-round, would she? It occurred to me, she does. Just not for me. As a mom, I've learned to appreciate the beauty other seasons. I hope my kids appreciate mine. Abundance knows no limits, I am an endless source of all that I choose to create. Even when I'm choosing to be cranky, they still bring me flowers.

Lisa

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Gift from the Dolphin

Fellow Blogger Double-Dolphin posted the lines that inspired this poem.

The dead reach out for the dying
We are dying when we are born to earth
The moment of our death is predetermined
in the moment of our worldly birth

and whether decades are the fortune
or a babe with just just one breath
whether lives are stolen in the violence
or if we choose our time of death

Death will claim us as it must
ours is just to wonder why
we're born, we live beside the ocean
and then eventually we die.

The dead are an ocean tide,
reaching out for the dying
and those left living on the earth
waste our breath on futile crying

Don't spend time in senseless weeping
live your life with hope and pride
appreciate the life that's yours
until you join the ocean tide

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Ode to Joy!


Ode to Joy

Something has changed in my life lately. Something that started when I started writing regularly, something that I haven't had a chance to spend much time thinking about or trying to figure out or to put on paper. I've been doing a lot of writing. I'm actually working on three books now and two blogs. I work on whichever is appropriate for the day, mood, or whatever suits the inspiration that comes to me. I've really been taking it as it comes and letting life flow around me without getting too caught up in the end result but rather just sitting in appreciation of the moment and writing from my heart and imagination.

This week has been challenging. My little one is sick with a virus that is taking its time leaving her. She's weak and tired and extremely frustrated with the limitations of her normally active little body and she needs mommy to take care of her so I've been spending a lot of time quietly holding her and sitting with her and just meditation more than writing. Of course you can't write about life unless you live it and taking care of my family is what I do. So because of that I've only been "mind writing" and while I have made great strides in the rewrite of my fiction novel everything else has been on hold.

The great advantage to this time away from writing has been the time to just sit and think and what I've discovered is that the thing that has changed is that I am spending a great deal of time in a state of being that can best be described as joy! In fact, even the realisation of that was exhilarating!

To have the opportunity to not only discover what your passion actually is but to have some time to devote to it daily is something I am extremely grateful f. I am also grateful for the support that I've received from you who read my blog and my family who have just let me do my thing.

I've got a cousin who is a musician. He has always been a musician(yes you know who you are, I know you read here). He's in his twenties and he's kind of trying to make his way. He tried a few things first but now he's giving his music a real go. I think he's still a bit confused as to which direction to take it and he's doing some really great things that are of great service to others and that's very important as well.

So today I was driving and thinking about something completely unrelated when suddenly, unexpectedly I remembered something about him. Once when he was young we were visiting my aunt and uncle, his parents. My very young cousin who is 16 years my junior picked up the telephone and proceeded to play a tune on the touch tone keys. It was a Christmas song, I don't remember which one but I remember being absolutely amazed. This was a very young child and he already had, not only the aptitude and talent for music but he was already playing it anywhere he could and at any and every opportunity. He just did it because it was there. He was compelled. Or most likely he was inspired to do it. That kind of passion for something cannot be denied. It is a gift.

If you have a passion for something, writing poetry, knitting sweaters, singing, composing, anything creative there is nothing like the joy you get from just allowing yourself to do it and of making it a priority in your life. Immerse yourself in the thing you love and let go of the idea of income and results and approval and feel the joy in living your passion. Do not let yourself down by settling for less.

It is never too late to start. I made the decision to start writing regularly just two months ago. I will be 43 soon(April 8th, send ecards hint! hint!). I feel as though in a lot of ways my life just began. I am on a path of discovery that is bewildering, exciting and joyful, I'm like a child whose just found a toy, like a kid who just discovered he could play a Christmas song on a telephone receiver!

On Friday I am due to get a package. Inside it will be about ten copies of a little 21 page book that contains a short story I wrote, the story behind the story and several of my poems from here. It's a keepsake book mostly, I won't make any income but it's the first time I will see my work in print in an actual book. The thought fills me with incredible joy.

No, some publisher hasn't come along and discovered how wonderful my work is and decided to approve of me but I'm still proud of it. In fact I approve of it and that's even more important than the approval of a stranger who may be an expert on writing and books but he's not an expert on my soul.

So now that joy has returned I won't be letting it leave again. I will always make the time in my day to write so that I can continue to do what I've been sent here to do. I hope you find away to bring the same joy to your own life. Live your best life and as Abraham Maslow said "let go of the good opinions of other" and experience the joy of living your dream.




There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us. 'Tis good to give a stranger a meal, or a night's lodging. 'Tis better to be hospitable to his good meaning and thought, and give courage to a companion. We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What one can be, one must be.~Abraham Maslow~

A Leap of Faith


Have you ever had to make a leap of faith? Have you chosen to place your trust in someone with little to no idea if it was the right thing to do but somehow, because the person has shown great trust in you, when they ask for that trust back you decide to just go for it.

I've recently been asked to do something similar and I've decided to just go for it. As my last post revealed, I am an impulsive Aries and this ram is feeling a bit, well rammy!

I won't go into any details but the great thing about this whole deal is that it won't interrupt my blogging fun, I'll still try to post every day and read the blogs of all my new friends. It's a win win situation for everybody.

I've still got a sickly little girl, apparently this stomach virus takes about a week to run its course so I'm going to take another leap of faith and trust that all of you will wait around for me to have more time to post longer and more thought-provoking, typical BreezeDaze posts. I've got a few too many irons in the fire today but please come back tomorrow and hopefully I'll have something interesting for you to read.

And I'd also be interested in hearing your stories of when you took a leap of faith and it paid off! I think it very inspiring to have our trust in human nature renewed occasionally in that way.

Namaste

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Crazy Aries


Since my birthday is around the corner I thought for fun today I'd post some information about Aries, my Zodiac sign. I'm smack dab in the middle of Aries pretty much, April 8, and it's absolutely amazing how accurate it is. I pulled this off Tarot.com.

Aries live life head first; after all, those horns on your head are not just for fighting. Your headstrong nature can make you a "battering ram" and woe is the person who stands in your way.

Aries are noted for courage and leadership qualities, primarily because you are nearly always ready for action. The need for excitement pushes you into new territory -- and as long as you are ahead of others while demonstrating confidence, chances are that they will follow you. As self-ordained leader of the pack, Aries fight for what you believe to be important. But it's not that Aries are fearless. Your courage is more of a commitment to face your fears and overcome them.

Aries motto is "Ready, fire, aim!" It may be backwards for others, but you'd rather figure out what to do while you are doing it. Impulsive actions, however, can bring you your share of trouble. While others are gathering information to make informed decisions, you are already on your way. As such, you could suffer from false starts. In fact, you Aries are so good at starting things that you can be off onto your next project before completing the previous one. As you Aries mature, you learn to slow down your reaction time in order to think about the consequences of your actions.

Element: Fire
Fire signs are naturally warm. A fire gives light and heat, but it doesn't get depleted as others feed on its warmth. One candle can bring light to a room and it won't burn any faster if ten people read from its light than if there was only one. Fire doesn't plan it next move; it isn't logical. It simply is in the moment and will burn what fuel is available without judgment or forethought. For this reason fire signs can successfully rely on their intuition and survival instincts.

The fire of Aries is spontaneous and hot. It's like a pile of dry kindling that burns fast but cannot sustain itself for the long haul.

First House: Self
The First House symbolizes our physical body and our personality -- how we appear to the outer world. It's not necessarily who we are; it's what we bring to a situation and how others see us. It represents our childhood, the beginning of any activity or even the start of a new relationship. It's not, however, about the other person; it's about how others see us. No doubt, everything starts with the First House.

Key Planet: Mars
Mars is called the "Angry Red Planet." In Greek mythology, Mars was the God of War. But Mars isn't only about fighting; it's about going somewhere, going anywhere. If someone is in our path, then, perhaps we must fight with them in order to keep going. Mars is like the gas pedal of our bodies. It's represents how we move forward in life. In any chart, Mars offers clues as to how we express our basic energy. As the key planet of Aries, it reminds us to "just do it."

Aries Greatest Strength:
Your courage to overcome fear

Aries Possible Weakness:
Not finishing things you start


Wow! That describes young me to a T however as a mature Aries I've certainly learned to temper my impulsiveness. Having children likely played a part in that. I've also learned how to go around whoever is in my way rather than knocking them over. That's another sign that I've matured.

Headstrong, yes, I am. It's served me well. I don't argue as much anymore but I'm pretty steadfast in what I think is right and true and I do carry a pretty sturdy soap box with me where ever I go. Say something racist, or classist or any of the other "ists" and I'll call you on it. I've toned it down but I will still stand up.


Leaving things unfinished, I've done some of that for sure, but it's more about learning for me. I do something I call "Adult Home Schooling". I become very interested in a topic, delve into it until I've gotten a good understanding of it and then that's it, finished. So what has happened over time is that I know a little about a lot of things. I'm asked frequently how I know about something and I have no idea, these things just go in, get stored and then I forget where I read or heard the information. I just retain the information. I do have three books, all unfinished, but give me a break, I just started them in the fall. I work on one of them everyday and one is right on schedule to be completed the middle of May.

The courage to overcome fear. I can't think of a single example of this. I fear this one doesn't apply. But I'll get over it.

I'm a fire sign. I do prefer the heat. I wonder if being an Aries is the reason for me hating winter. My favourite colour is red and 38 and humid is perfect weather-wise for me.

Mars: My favourite chocolate bar and I'll fight you for it! Last night in Yoga we had to pick a planet to align with and I picked Venus, my friend knew that's what I'd pick. Love and war, not wonder I'm often at odds with myself.

Aries is the first sign of the Zodiac and this time represents a time of renewal and change. Maybe that's part of my affinity for the spring season, why I identify so deeply with it. And maybe it's all hocus pocus fish bones choke us.

Off to read my horoscope. Cheers.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Wellness Messages

My little girl is sick. She's just 3 and she's picked up some sort of stomach virus that's going around so it's been a messy day. She's awake now watching a video because she slept most of the day away.

As I was taking care of her I was very mindful of the messages I was sending her. I've been doing some reading about wellness and healing and how important the things about health that have been taught to us while we are young help us when we are older to have a positive attitude about illness.

There is such a balance to be struck between being sympathetic to their feeling badly and not giving them negative messages about being sickly. Being sick happens, there are actual viruses but I think the right messages and positive beliefs minimise how much we get sick and how well we heal when we do. I don't want them to adopt a sickly attitude over the normal childhood diseases that come into their little bodies.

Being sick isn't fun. Not having the wellness we feel we are entitled to is downright depressing. But I think we've gone a little too far in our society with trying to feel better immediately such that we medicate ourselves for every little ailment. I rarely take any form of medicine without first trying an alternative remedy first. It's a rare headache that a cup of tea can't cure for me. I also let my children's body heal themselves and don't run for the ibuprofen or anti-nausea medication right away. I'm not against pharmaceuticals in general, I just think a lot of the time they should be a last resort, not the first line of defence against illness.

So the messages I tried to impart to my little girl today were "it's OK, it's just your body trying to clean out the bug that got in. I know it doesn't feel good but it's something bodies do" and "I know you want to play but feel too tired but that's OK, your body is using your energy to fight off the virus". And the most important healing message I tried to give her today was "your body is strong, it will get well fast if you let it".

I remember a few years ago(and I can't give appropriate credit,I apologise) reading a question about tapping into the abundance of well-being in the universe and the question was asked "Is it easier for the divine source to heal a hang nail or pneumonia?" and of course the answer to this was "there is no difference,it's the divine, it's God".

This is the type of message I try to pass on to my children and one I've come to believe myself. The mind, body, spirit connection is very strong and believing one can heal from whatever ails them makes a huge difference in not only their ability to remain well but their ability to have a positive attitude about the illness that does come their way. Since I've come to believe this I rarely get sick and when I do get something it lasts a very short while. I've had virus after virus come and go through this house and haven't caught them. I feel this is directly related to my attitude. I used to think "I get everything that's out there" and so I did. I think the opposite now and it's become true. Strange.

So if you are fighting something, a cold, a stomach virus or a more serious disease of the body allow yourself to be open to the idea that the source from which we came knows only well-being and it's ours to tap into if we only allow ourselves to do so. And it's as likely you will be healed from whatever ails you as if you had a hangnail. And really, what do you have to lose by trying?

Now I'm going to go cuddle my little girl and be grateful her fever has gone down. It's hard to watch her be sick and upset but it's a minor illness and she will fight this off quickly as I told her earlier today. I think she's likely to be running around like crazy as though nothing happened tomorrow or shortly after. I look forward to it.

Update: Just went to wake her up for the day and as I was carrying her downstairs, her blond curls mussed up and her sweet face laying on my shoulder, I asked "How are you feeling sweetie?" noting her fever was gone and she replied "much better thank you". Does she have any idea how adorable she is?

Sunday, March 22, 2009

What's wrong with right now?

Are you procrastinating? Are you not doing what you want to do with your life. Is there something you think you want to do and haven't started yet? Well start. Right now. Take one step towards doing it. Then take another. What's wrong with right now?

If you want to paint and you have nothing to paint with make a list of art supplies and put it in your wallet so that you can get them next time you are out. If the store is open go buy them now if you have the money. If you don't have the money see if you have something to sell, something you bought that you think you might need some day but deep down you know you won't because it's just something you bought to distract you from what was missing in your life.

If you want to write, grab a pen and write something. Write a short story, write an article, write a poem, write something. Right now. Write a comment at the end of this blog post. Write something.

Whatever it is you want to do start right this moment. Do something as a start towards whatever your goal is. You don't have to finish, you just have to start.

It's time to stop with the excuses right now. Because I know you've already started with the "but I can't because..." or "easy for her to say..." or "I can't afford it..." You've started haven't you?

One of the biggest excuses that people have for not starting is because they've gotten so far away from what they love to do they've forgotten what it is. If you are unsure of what you want to do it's time for a paradigm shift.

What I find happens is that often people get caught up in feeling they know there is something they want to do but think it has to be a sort of work thing, a job, a way of making a living that they enjoy. The first step to figuring out what your passion is to figure out something you would do even if they didn't pay you. Take money out of the equation. What would you be doing if money wasn't in the equation? What would you do with your free time?

Find out what you love to play at, not what you want to work at. Is it knitting? Gardening? Often it's our hobby, something we've always put last, passed off as insignificant and the last thing you do because somehow we think it's irrelevant because it's just "play". That's what we've been conditioned to think. A strong work ethic is a good thing but isn't it better to work at something you love to do? I'm betting there are those who would think that me, just sitting at the computer writing little essays and fiction novels and publishing little keepsake books is just playing. Well to all of them I say "Damned right it is"! It's downright fun and that's why I'm doing it! I absolutely love writing and it's not work! I would do it all day long every day. I don't but I certainly would love to!

And you know what else? I don't feel the least bit guilty about it. My house is relatively clean, my kids are well cared for, I'm happier and more present in my life and I've never been more satisfied. In fact the only time I don't feel completely balanced is if I don't get a chance to write so I've taken to taking notebooks and camera with me just in case something to comes with me and like a spring that has suddenly broken through the surface of the earth bubbling forth and running down the rocks the creativity in me is bursting. If I'm not actually writing I'm looking around for inspiration and see it in places I never would have looked when I wasn't actively being a writer.

I had a conversation with my husband about the hockey player Alex Ovechkin. We're both hockey fans but it's his passion. For those who aren't familiar he's the greatest hockey player on the planet right now. He's also a character, he's funny and so full of personality he actually upsets people, they call him a show boater and are very negative about his behaviour.

I've watched him and I see it really differently. I see a very happy, goofy guy. I see him living his dream. Wow! How can you NOT be excited? We were talking about his recent escapade and I said to my husband "He just loves it so much, he would do it for free". And that right there is the secret.

What is it that you love to do that you would do for free? That's what you are supposed to be doing. My grade 4 teacher had a great influence on me and I'm not sure she entirely understands to what degree. She only taught a couple of years and then worked part-time and raised a family. After her children were raised she went back to University and completed a fine arts degree but even before that she was responsible for setting up a rug hooking guild in the province of Newfoundland and was responsible for bringing this almost lost art back, rescuing it from near obscurity. She didn't do it for money, she did it because it was her passion and eventually was rewarded with the Order of Newfoundland and Labrador for her efforts.

Now while my teacher was a wonderful teacher what has inspired me as much as the year she taught me in school is the way she's lived her life since that time. She has made some choices that were difficult and maybe even unpopular but she's living a happier and better life because of it and doing what she loves. That's inspiring.

Look into your heart and see what it is that you love to do. It's likely not something you work at but something you play at. Make the shift in your thinking and you will find your passion.

And then, what's wrong with starting it right now? Can you come up with a better moment than the one you happen to be in? Start a blog about your hobby. Write some articles, start an Etsy shop and sell your crafts. Right now. Get Googling and start your dream. This is the moment you have been given. Use it wisely.

This is the moment
Begin living today
Take the first step
Don't get in your own way

Justifications, excuses
Let them all go
Now in this moment
They’re your primary foe

Right in this moment
The one you are in
Take hold of your life
Now let it begin!

You'll have all your dreams
if you simply allow
This is the moment
What's wrong with right now?



Saturday, March 21, 2009

Welcome Theresa at Mikibunz



You might notice a few minor changes to the look of my blog, one of them a little button on the side that links to a wonderful website for an amazing company Mikibunz!

Mikibunz is run by a stay at home mom who has started her own store with a vision of providing earth friendly products. We share this vision and we've formed a partnership to increase awareness of the importance of being mindful of this rock we call home. We'll be working together doing workshops and fairs to spread the word that there is a better, responsible and often less-expensive way to do things.

The flagship of her business is her own, hand-made, high quality organic bamboo cloth diapers. I've used cloth diapers since 1990 and consider myself a bit of an expert and these are some of the nicest, best-fitting diapers I've seen. They are also pretty darn cute!

So check out her website by clicking the link on the right, register to become a member and don't forget to sign the guest book.

Unbroken

It's March break here and it's been a hectic week. Two more days. I've had three kids around almost 100% of the time with no husband to help. It's been crazy and hectic and there has been no schedule. I have another day of driving this way and that tomorrow and then Sunday I rest if I can. Well, there's laundry and last minute school preparations and lunches but no driving, away from home planned. Just staying in my little home in my little town and relaxing.

I used to hate March break. It was crazy days of "I'm bored" and "drive me here" and messy houses and no routine or break. And nothing has changed. Except me.

It's been a wonderful week. And there is only one reason. I now make a point of enjoying it. There isn't much I can do. It is March break. The weather has been pretty cooperative. We've walked, I've cooked. I've tidied the house seven thousand times and I've managed, so far to be completely patient. The dog has peed in the house twice this week, something that never happens but he's not getting the almost undivided attention he usually gets from me in the week. It hasn't been his fault and I've managed not to scold him even though that's my first urge.

The kids have been loud and disobedient at times. But we've done yoga and each others nails and puzzles and watched more videos than they ever dreamt I'd allow. They're very happy and I even kind of like Dora now.

So this is turning into a journal of our week when really what it's meant to be is an example of how changing our thoughts, changing our perspective and really just allowing life to happen without expectations or regulations makes all the difference. I've heard it referred to as non-interference. That's basically what I've practiced this entire week, only stepping in when injury was likely but because I was more engaged and open and present that didn't really happen much.

I went shopping with my 14 year old for a dress for her semi-formal dance in a few weeks and even took along an extra teen. She came in quite handy in helping with the little ones and dress decisions. She found a dress and it was half the price I expected to pay, another reason to celebrate!

So Monday, two out of three of my children return to school. It's bittersweet. I look forward to my routine but I'll miss our non-routine somehow. It's been really good.

And listening to a three year old "read" a story to her dog while snuggled under blankets just a little while ago was the jewel in the crown of my week.

"This is a story of a dog and a person" she read

"have you heard this one before?" She asked her dog. Oh, to have the willpower not to laugh out loud at that!

How can I hate March break with kids like this? I'm ever so grateful she doesn't start school until "Octember" as she tells everybody. Octember is going to be lonely and I'll definitely be looking forward to next March break!

Time



It swarms and passes and swirls around
now, then and what is to be
ever in a tandem race
who will have the victory?

I move along at lightening speed
and keep picking up my pace
running against a speeding foe
in an endless losing race.

I slow down and it slows down
I am gaining it appears
but time slides down a sloping hill
and quietly disappears

Friday, March 20, 2009

Compassion not Complacency

Sometimes, in the search for harmony and peace and learning to be happy with what we have we go too far. We put up with situations that aren't healthy and aren't necessary. I'm talking about love partnerships here mostly though I'm sure these ideas could be applied to any human relationship.

While I think it's important to realise that we can have peace and contentment within the normal ups and downs of life I wanted to clarify that there is a certain balance to be had. That sometimes you need to make a change. When I talk of letting life flow I don't mean be complacent or a doormat, I mean make any changes you want, you have the free will to do so, but use your intuition as your guide and let life lead you to that good place.

I've just been made aware of a "friend" who is in a relationship with a very negative person. This person seems to make his entire existence about tearing down and destroying any sense of peace she tries to establish. She is a wonderful person trying to be peaceful and content while in the throes of this negative relationship.

She somehow feels she should be able to deal with his negativity through self-awareness and that somehow this is her failure. She has a multitude of reasons to stay but none of them seem to take into account her value as a divine member of humanity deserving of a peaceful place in this world.

There is a saying "you can only fix you" and I believe that it's true. However sometimes it leads people to believe you have to stay and work on you and put up with whatever unhealthy things come your way. Parts of this is true, we must all find a way to deal with the negative things, the shortcomings of our partners, our family and friends and a good partner is certainly worth the effort. If however, you are partnered with a person who takes more than they give, who creates an environment of negativity that is above and beyond normal human disgruntlement, then we have to decide if the partnership is worth salvaging.

If your car broke down on the highway would you fix it right there with traffic zooming by endangering your life? No, you would have it towed to a safe place first and then work on fixing it. Same goes for us. Yes we can only fix ourselves, not others and that can go a long way if your relationship is with another compassionate person who is happy to allow you to. If, however, your partner is not able to allow you to grow and be your authentic self you may have to continue your growth alone.

I remember reading about some Buddhist monks who were captured and treated terribly, held in horrible conditions and brutally tortured. When questioned after about their experience the said that they were in great pain and danger but the greatest danger to them were that they might lose compassion for their captors.

I've often thought of that and while I can feel great admiration at their personal development and compassionate nature, what stands out for me is not that they could feel compassion for their torturers so much as these were their captors, they didn't choose to be there. Some have used this as an example as to how we can live in dire circumstances with peace. I agree it can be seen as a great example of that. But when they were released they didn't beg to stay. That's very telling. You do not have to stay where you are being treated badly, you are not a captive although at times you may feel like one.

If your circumstance in life is truly difficult. If the person or people, family, relationships, friends, are truly negative and abusive towards you it is perfectly OK to step away from those relationships. You can continue to have love and compassion for them but from a distance.

I talk a lot about serving our fellow human but sometimes the best service we can do for someone is to let them be, let them fall, let them learn how to get up on their own two feet and walk their own journey.

Do not let your compassion for others trap you in a situation that is dangerous to your spirit and your life. If there is an earthquake on the other side of the world do you not feel compassion for those people? So if compassion can be felt for people on the other side of the earth you certainly don't have to share a home with a person to feel compassion for them. Don't let people take advantage of your kind nature.

I like this example. If you get gold fish and put them in a little jar, they will only grow as big as is naturally comfortable for them. If you put them in a bigger jar they will grow bigger and if you put them in a big pond they will grow bigger still. We are like the fish. Don't allow yourself to be trapped in a little jar. If you are in a relationship, be in one that lets you experience all the growth you need to be a fulfilled person. And do the same for your partner.

Do not forget, you are a divine, wonderful spirit truly deserving of a happy and peaceful life, set yourself up in the situation that best allows you to grow and improve and it will serve all involved in a positive way in the long run, even the person you've chosen to love from afar.

Thank you Double-Dophin for the musical suggestion Two Beds and a Coffee Machine


Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Violet Flower


The violet flower lays discarded
dirty in the road it blows.
It stops! Endangered, faded, lonely
from the stones in tidy rows.

The child with hazel eyes sees treasure.
Don't run! I'll fetch, I follow through.
"It's beautiful and not that dirty",
she asks "is it violet or is it blue?"

With curious eyes she asks of me
"Why are there rows and rows of stones?"
I struggle to explain to her
with simple words and gentle tones.

She nods her head in satisfaction
I'll take it home, it'll last forever
I'll plant it in my garden pot
It is my special flower treasure

So home we came to plant her flower
blown from an anonymous grave.
Now planted in her little garden
the special bloom she had to save.

Think Big, Act Little


If you have a dream, if there is something you want to achieve, a goal you want to reach it is said that you must first establish the vision and then second of all hold on to the vision and work forward from that point and move on.

Where a lot of us stumble, get frustrated and eventually give up is that we picture our goal in the future, as something to work toward thus making it distant and far away and somewhat inaccessible.

I've been doing some reading on visualisation lately and how to make your goals become reality and what seems to be the part of the dream-making that we often miss is that while holding the vision is important, it's even more important to hold on to how we will feel once we achieve that vision. Once we've done that we adopt the feeling as current and then to hold on to how we feel now that we have our dream realised.

And then as we hold on to that feeling and do all the little tasks, one by one, that lead you to your goals, life will unfold before you in a way that makes the dream a reality. A writer does not suddenly become a writer the day his book is published. That happens the first time pen is put to paper and something is created on the page. The same goes for the painter or the sculptor or the pianist.

How many auditions do you think Julia Roberts went to before she was cast in a film role? Was she not an actor until she did Pretty Woman or won the Oscar? No, she was an actor the first time she acted. Every audition, every meeting, every script, every commercial, all of the little steps she took along the way were instrumental in her becoming the success she is today. She was always an actor.

Our society identifies us by our paid work. So if you are a secretary but write at night you will be known as a secretary. And many of us fall into that trap because it's how we are conditioned to think and behave. If you are working at your life's work and feel as though your paid work is your calling then of course you identify by that, the two aren't mutually exclusive. However if it isn't, if it's something you have to do for money, even if you like the work yet feel it isn't soul satisfying and particularly if you hate the work, then start to work towards your vision, your true dream and start identifying yourself with that.

I can't call myself a writer, I've never published a book, I've never sold and article, I'm just a stay at home mom(the most important job on earth by the way). That's how I've identified myself for the last 5 years until just recently although I've written many things over the past 5 years. When I look back now I see that I've created quite a body of work over those years that had nothing to do with being a mom to little children although they inspired much of it. I've been a writer all along. I just didn't say it, not even to myself.

Recently though, I've been more motivated to take the little steps that I need to take to be a writer. It's as though a dam burst and I just have to now. I write every day. I tell people I write. I show people things I've written and I hold the image in my mind and the feeling in my heart that I am a writer. I've let go of all the things that held me back in the past and I'm making all the little steps I need to make to reach the goals I have. I feel like a writer.

If you have a dream, something you have always wanted to do, start identifying with the dream, start taking the steps towards your goal and start labeling yourself and identifying yourself accordingly. If you have another job to pay the bills, and we all have to bring water, chop wood as they say, then do so with a happy heart but you do not have to replace your dream with that. It's just something you have to do for now as you work, in little ways towards your life's true purpose.

Think big and act little and step by step, moment by moment you are living the vision you hold and you will feel you are already where you want to be. For there isn't anywhere else you can be except this moment and to be true to your most authentic self you have to be living the purpose you've come here to fulfill. You can do no less.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

My Visitor

I wasn't ready when you stopped by
you caught me off my guard
But you know you're welcome anytime
you're held in great regard.

Today when I first saw you there
as though you'd never gone
My heart was full of boundless joy
and I welcome your sweet song

I trust each year that when you go
You'll come back again to nest
My little Robin on the lawn
with the little scarlet breast

How May I Serve?

This is my question of the day. What if you turn your focus to your fellow man and ask this question of them throughout your day. How may I serve? What can I do to make the experience of my fellow person here on earth a little bit better. How can I help the people on this earth today? These are the types of questions I would like you to go forward with as you go about your day. This is how I plan on going forward today.

Most of us think in terms of large, volunteering to go on missionary expeditions to Africa, type service when we think of serving mankind. But what I'm talking about is simply living day to day with the idea in our minds that we must serve the people we encounter in some fashion, that our eyes and our hearts be open to their needs and that we operate from a place of thoughtfulness and giving.

I'm going to give a small example. I may have written this before, so please forgive me if I'm repeating myself, but I remember a day at the grocery store in town when an elderly couple were walking across the street with a case of pop.

The box tore open and the cans were scattered everywhere, even breaking one, rolling around in different directions. They were trying to pick them up, gather them, put them back in the box and it tore some more.

They were having quite a struggle and remember, they were elderly. I carried my three year old to the car, all the while thinking, what can I do to help. I put her in her carseat, asked my oldest to watch her and grabbed a plastic grocery bag from the car and went to help them. I told them I had seen what had happened and would they like a bag for the cans.

They accepted gratefully and I helped them pick them up. Things were collected in seconds and they thanked me and we went our seperate ways. A simple little thing to do. I could have driven off and let them fend for themselves, they would have eventually gotten things together but instead I chose to help.

They were happy, I felt nice inside and the biggest benefit was that my children watched from the car and were able to see how we should treat our fellow human being. I do these sorts of thing, not for pats on the back, not for recognition and certainly not because I'm hoping one day that I don't get tossed into the fiery pits of hell(because I actually don't hold that as part of my belief system) but because it's what we as humans are supposed to do for each other. These things should probably also be done quietly which is why it feels a bit strange to me to talk about the incident above. If I didn't need an example to make my point I'd tell no one.

We are supposed to help and support each other so that each of us can reach and fulfill our highest purpose. I know when I'm the recipient of those sorts of things I feel a renewal in my faith in human nature and the need to pay it ahead to the people around me.

Being in service isn't about big gestures, it's about living a life of kindness, living with a giving nature, and facing every day with that in mind. If you have any sort of problem today in your life that is causing you stress, the number one thing I would advise you to do is to help another human in some small way, pick up the phone and call, visit a sick friend, hold the door for someone or simply ask "How may I serve?". Your problems won't suddenly vanish but you'll be pleasantly surprised at how small your problems suddenly appear from the perspective of giving.

The Divine Thread

There is a silver thread of life
weaving a patterned unity
I now can see that thread of light
the thread of divinity.

It's interwoven through our selves
a silken tapestry
keeping us in a sacred bond
of love and unity

It runs amongst the living now
and those that once were here
transluscent and invisible
and colourless and clear

Once I saw the thread in me
and knew I was divine
I felt that I was sacred
and that divinity was mine

But the day that made the thread appear
in its most precious hue
was the day that I first saw the same
divinity in you.

For we are one, we are the same
sharing this filament of silver
its light runs through all humanity
and bonds us all forever.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Riches Untold

Yesterday I was asked a question that caught me off guard. I was speaking to someone about my blog and they asked me "Do you get anything for that?". For a moment I was confused and then I realised they were asking me if I get paid. I answered no, and I could feel the confusion in their voice as we carried on to another topic of conversation but the question lingered in my mind.

It is a sad belief in our society that nothing is valuable unless we receive a cash payment for it. Being a stay at home parent is a prime example of that. I've been home with my children for nearly six years now and I have experienced this idea frequently. The only motivation we have in my family for me staying home is that we feel it is the most valuable and worthwhile thing I could be doing with my time. And while I don't earn a cash payment, our investment in our family this way has paid off quite well.

So why do I write on this blog? Well for me it's a way to exercise my writing skills. I have bigger projects happening as well but getting up in the morning and writing everyday for this medium is a way to practice my writing. Just as a morning work out makes one stronger physically so does this morning workout make my writing better. Plus, I want to do it and, in fact, I have to do it. It is the outlet for my creativity. It makes me very happy. It's also a connection to the world. I have "met" so many wonderful people through my blog, like-minded, interesting people, with wonderful things to say and experiences to share. I feel bless to have found this.

I recently stumbled upon another writer's blog, and her introductory post said something along the lines of "people are just going to have accept the fact that I'm a writer, that I like to write and paint pictures and that's what I 'm going to do". This is an echo of how I feel. I've been writing for years. I've never even attempted to get published. I have a children's book sitting on a shelf that I wrote 15 years ago waiting for an illustrator. I'll find one. I have found one. She's just not ready yet. I'm an artsy fartsy type girl and I've always been one. Those years in business were me being very far away from my true nature and I'm just now finding my way back.

One thing I've learned is how firmly my belief that you cannot deny your passion by pure will, that to do so will make you miserable and empty, is now ingrained in me. I've let go of all of the excuses for not writing because that's all they were and they were too much of a burden to carry. I'm not too busy, it's not a waste of time,I'm not bad at it(and even if I were so what?) and I don't care if I never see a penny for my writing. I think, like many people I had a fear of failure as well, a fear that I'm not really as good as my high school English teacher told me I was. Then I was exposed to the notion that there is no such thing as failure, there are only results that you can learn from and move on from. It's with that idea planted in my mind that I move forward.

Last night I had a Facebook conversation with an online friend who has a beautiful singing voice and she sent me an MP3 of an original song of hers. It's wonderful and I'd share it if I could figure out how. She's better than a lot of the really successful singers I see around today. She's planning on putting together a CD and when she does I'm going to buy the first one. She doesn't know if she'll make money from it but she feels she has to do it because she needs in her soul to make her music. I've told her she must and if she does I'm going to promote it right here on this blog because I know it will be wonderful!

I just ordered copies of a little keepsake book I've put together for my family featuring one of my short stories and some poetry. I'm very excited for them to come. I've sold some to family members at no profit to me but what I've created is priceless. My children and my grandchildren will be able to look at it after I've slipped out of my body and see a tangible reminder of my deepest self and know me a little better through it.

Someday I'd like to be paid to write full time. That would be the ideal. But that's not the motivating force that moves me to continue. It's a deeper, passionate love for creating stories and ideas and sharing them through words on the page. The rewards of just creating a body of work, even if no one ever reads a word until after I am gone, are worth their weight in gold and make me feel as rich as money ever could.

A Sonnet for Daddy


So yesterday someone asked me about Iambic Pentameter, which led to thoughts of Shakespeare, which then led me to read a bit of MacBeth and the thought came to me that nobody writes sonnets anymore. I decided to write a sonnet but it's a simplified version because the kids kept interrupting so the syllables aren't exactly correct in some places but the rhyme pattern for an English sonnet is correct. My love left for work yesterday so it's on that theme.


My love is wandering with motivation
away from us to his destination
away from us and our family home
for our livelihood he has to roam
our hearts are heavy with his absense
and we miss his strength and his warm presence
children ask where did he go?
and I explain again and so
he'll return again to our warm place
with hug and kiss and a smiling face
and we'll be whole once again more
when he comes again through our front door
and we'll rejoice at this reprieve
until it's time again to leave.

Monday, March 16, 2009

The Golden Lady

The golden lady sits on high
and gently rules the land
she never scolds, she never wails
she never lays a hand

She sends her love to those below
ruling fast and fair
gracing one side then the next
to a simple rhythmic aire

She warms us all day after day
asking nothing in return
only those who take too much
will feel her gentle burn.

she waltzes gracefully on the clouds
in a dress of molten gold
and never takes a partner
for they're all too weak and cold

She is the golden lady
Our solar queen above
she'll warm our lives and warm the earth
with everlasting love.

Sunshine and Promise

Today the sun is shining. I look out my window and see its rays in a pattern of candy-striped warmth across my front porch. My furry tortoiseshell cat is happy. She's a sun worshipper like me and lays across the lines perpendicular, stretched out into feline contentment purring as the heat warms her soft fur.

I cannot help but feel relief that it's finally here. Spring. I am so energised by the thought of a new start, a new chance to get out into the world and enjoy it without the burden of cars and heat and winter clothing. I want to run in the sunshine and feel the strength of mother earth pulling me down, grounding me, keeping me secure. I want to feel the warmth of the solar heat on my head as I walk in the outdoors and watch the miracle of creation unfold before my eyes.

The neighbours too are happy, they bustle about, cleaning out last years growth from gardens making sure the earth is clear to make room for the daffodils and tulips that will soon spring to life in front of their homes. Little children are excitedly getting their bikes out of the garage, they've been cooped up all winter and they shiver with the excitement of physical release of their energy. Their excited squeals drift across from their front driveways and make me smile.

It's early spring, the season doesn't officially begin for a week but mother nature has her own calendar and the temperature and the sunshine mark her days for her. Today I will be running, then I am walking, then I'm clearing my garden and playing with my kids. I'm even looking forward to cleaning up the treasures my little dog has left me over the winter that the spring melt has revealed, I am that excited for the season. And then at the end of the day I will write, inspiration will come, I am as sure of that as season follows season.

Spring is my special companion and a welcome guest. She brings only joy and beauty, life and freedom and I embrace her every year when she visits. I spring clean my home on her rainy days, a chore that spring brings that I particularly relish for the joy of putting away the winter clothes and bringing out the summer. It's not quite time for that but I look forward to it soon!

Today however, it's sunny and it's a day for spring cleaning my soul, an even more essential chore and one that I love and that is even more necessary than any other. I'll worship the sunshine and warm air and embrace the potential that lies in the beauty of nature as she wakes up and stretches from her long winter nap. Today I start anew on a day filled with sunshine and with promise. And I am grateful.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Dust to Dust

The dust that was the ancient knights
is scattered round and round
while the dust that was the Pharaohs
is washed along the ground

The dust that was the ancient prophet
blows betwixt the stones
while dust that was the peasant man
has blended with his bones

The dust that will be you and me
will blow with the gentle wind
and we'll be where we've never gone
and then come round again.

The dust that blows along the desert
once blew on the moor
For all is dust and all will be
as it's always been before.

Embracing Change

Well they did it. Yes they did. And a lot of people are not happy about it. I've seen many many versions in the past few days along the same theme, people are just not pleased and they are protesting! "Why did they have to go change Facebook?"

Now for me, personally, I don't know what all the fuss is about. It's a little change. There was a lot of warning. Everything is still there but in a different place, you just have to take the time to look for it. I couldn't find my groups at first but I did find them after a while. I knew they had to be there so I didn't panic. It kind of reminds me of when I go to the grocery store that I've been going to for years and they, once again, move the vegetarian food section. It happens all the time. I've learned to accept it, find an employee and ask where it is now. I don't complain anymore, I just figure it all out.

The ability to handle change is probably one of the most important skills a person needs have to be content in the world because, as the Tao Te Ching says, we live "in the world of the Changing". Everything will change in this world. Your hair will change colour(in my case several times in one week once), your body will change, you friends will change, your job, your home, your lifestyle, your partner, you will be a part of ongoing change all of your life and if that weren't enough you have to watch your children grow and change almost in front of your eyes. To not be able to deal with change well is indeed to not be able to deal well with life.

In fact, the only thing that doesn't change, ever is your essence, that deepest part of you that is inside, observing all of the changes around you. If change is all around you and everything changes then it follows that your ability to cope, adjust, bend and accept the changes that will come along will likely determine the level of your happiness.

Those who fight natural change are fighting a losing battle. Yes, you might be able to slow down the appearance of age with botox or some other injection or surgery however you can't stop the actual changes that are occurring within the body and in effect you are creating a different change rather than stopping the one that was going to happen. We've all seen those overblown puffy collagen lips that are in fact more of a change than nature intended and not particularly one that I can endear to.

The key is to not only not fight the changes that come at you but to embrace them, to open up your heart and your mind to whatever comes your way. We all go through and anyone who had gone through a significant life change or observed someone who has we know that the ones who fair the best are those who handle the change with strength, courage and optimism.

It's also important to not to place too much attachment to this world of the changing. Because we can't control the change it's best we practice letting go. I have gone through major life changes and come out the other end with great lessons and a different and better point of view then I had going in. I've learned along the way that the journey through adversity is easier if we jump in and grab hold of the change with a positive attitude and a willing heart.

As with a canoe ride, it goes much smoother if you ride the rapids instead of fighting against them. Just allow the river of life to pull you along, stay true to yourself at your deepest, innermost level, and let go. We're all just along for the ride anyway, might as well sit back and enjoy it.

As to facebook, I'm not saying that someone who doesn't like the changes they've made can't handle change well and that therefore they must not be able to handle life well. That is a leap I certainly can't take. That was just a jumping off point for my topic today. But the fact of the matter is they've changed it before, they'll change it again and we'll all be there going "here we go again" and within a few weeks we'll have all but forgotten what it was like before the change. And some things we might even end up liking better if we go into it with an open mind. Last time they made the profile pictures bigger when you were searching for friends and that was a great improvement.

Embrace change. There is nothing else that you can do. I said this to a blogger friend the other day to give her a chuckle "When life hands you lemons you can choose to become sour or you can use it to remove stains".(Just a little change there but did YOU think I was going to use the old lemonade cliche' too?*wink*)

And remember this, there is opportunity to be had because sometimes you get to be the one who makes the change rather than the person who has to simply deal with it. There is a definite advantage to that, it's the only way we can improve our lives for the better. We just have to be unafraid to embrace the process of change we have to go through to get there.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Dance with the Moon



Dance with the Moon

She danced beneath the swollen moon
in anger and in pain
she stomped and screamed and railed and danced
and all of it in vain

She danced beneath the harvest moon
in sadness and in sorrow
she bent and bowed and and bent again
and looked towards tomorrow

She danced beneath the crescent moon
in fear and worry twirled
with frightened eyes she thrashed about
and tried to flee her world

She danced beneath the bright new moon
in happiness and glee
she did a happy jig of joy
for all mankind to see

She danced the dance of ancient times
bending like a reed
and found she usually danced her best
when she let her partner lead

The Mystery of Inspiration

So I'm writing a new book. I'm a moderator for Mothering Magazine's online parenting forums. As I'm sitting here checking on things there as I do every evening, I read through one of my forums, the mother's writing forum. I read a few posts and move on and suddenly, like an arrow striking, I'm hit by inspiration. Within half an hour I have an outline for a book on paper, a small book 14 chapters, the titles of the chapters and the name of the book. When I'm done I'm surprised at myself. It's never happened that easily before, at least not for something as big as a book. It's as though it decided to be written and I'm the vessel it chose. Where did this inspiration come from suddenly?

Where do we get inspiration? How do we tap into that wonderful thing that started the process that led to the beauty of the Cistine Chapel or the sweet mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa. What exactly is it and where do we get some? All of the man-made beauty of the world was the result of someone elses inspiration.

The word inspiration means simply to be "in spirit". This is a simple difinition of a complicated sort of process. Or is it? The spirit is the very essence of who we are, it's us in our simplest, most pure form. So to get back to spirit is actually to simply get back to authentic selves.

Being truly and deeply inspired is difficult for me to explain. I am often somewhat inspired but there have been a few times, when I've felt truly that the words coming from my fingertips were the work of a power higher than me, I have no doubt that in that moment I am operating from a place of pure spirit.

While I have been inspired in a lot of my writings on this blog my poetry is probably what is the result of deepest inspiration. I believe that there are layers of inspiration as and one is not just inspired or not, but rather may be be somewhat inspired at times and infinitely inspired at other moments. Most often, when I write I feel I'm somewhat staunchly in the middle.

My last poem flew to the screen of my computer and when it was done I only needed to move a few words, run a spell check and hit publish. The entire process took me, maybe five minutes. I was very inspired and it was a very emotional process. I know I've been deeply inspired when I read my own work and it moves me.

How did I do it? I sat down, I quieted myself for a moment and then I let go. It was quiet here, ideal circumstances and I had an idea what I wanted to say, in that the tragic events of the past couple of days with the helicopter crash, such tragic loss of life, were weighing heavily on me. I didn't know however if it would come out in a long essay, a brief post or a poem. My fingers hit the keyboard and a poem was written as if by magic. Those who have experienced it will understand. It was beyond my control.

If you have read my post entitled "Today I Saw the Roses" you will see another example of deepest inspiration. It is an example of some of the best work I have ever set on a page and it was deeply inspired by a run in nature. I still read that sometimes and marvel that it came through me.

While inspiration sounds as though it's spontaneous and just comes incidentally there are things you can do to promote it. For me it's any outing into nature, alone often, meditation and in the case of the poem this morning, I think my yoga class last night opened me up to the possibilities that allowed for the inspiratal energy to flow. Also, I find that surrounding myself with the inspired works of others helps me cultivate my own inspiration. Inspiration begats inspiration, a beautiful painting may inspire a moving poem, a line or a quote from a book may inspire a beautiful drawing. My daughter won a poetry contest once, the inspiration for her poem a beautiful black and while photograph of a tree and a fence. Look at beauty, think of beauty and you will produce beauty.

If you want to do your best work, practice doing the things that make you feel most at peace and spend a lot of time paying attention and focussing while you are in the feeling of quiet contentment. Then when you tend to whatever your creative outlet is, music, writing, making crafts, painting, woodwork,public speaking, teaching when you set your hand to these things, the inspirational energy will flow through you. You will find you create incredibly beautiful things quite easily and mysteriously and then you will know what it is like to truly be inspired.

I highly recommend the book "Inspiration, Your Ultimate Calling" by Dr. Wayne Dyer.


Friday, March 13, 2009

In Sunshine and in Sorrow

On days when the sun seems farther away
and its heat isn't warm on your head
on days when sorrow reflects a great loss
when you want back what you've already had

When the sorrow comes and the days are bleak
and despair is your daily friend
and the light of the sun is so hard to see
blocked by the clouds that roll in

When the ocean roars loud on the rugged shore
and mimics the hurt in your soul
when it's hard to feel the heat from above
underneath lifes harsh, barren cold.

Reach for the light that shines from within
turn to your sacred self
It's inside you'll find the sacred divine
a deep, holy infinite well.

Your heart will tell you that to brighten your day
keep the faith, keep the hope, keep the peace
you'll offer a hug, you'll hang on to hope
and then ask "What is it you need"?

In sunshine I ask you "How may I help"
and in sorrow I ask much the same.
A prayer and a hug, compassion and love
bring light on the darkest sad day.

Reach out take the hand of the people you love
hold them close and offer your warmth
in sunshine and sorrow,it's the love that you give
that lightens your burden the most.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

We Wait With You.

Today we wait, in agony, though ours is microscopic when compared to the families of the passengers and crew of the helecopter that crashed off the coast of Newfoundland this morning.

Our lives have stopped, our hearts have slowed as we wait with baited breath for news, one found alive, one found dead, 16 missing, the agony of the wait, the anticipation of a positive outcome for the remaining missing, we are all in this with you, waiting with you, crying with you, hoping with you and praying for you.

Once again the province of Newfoundland holds vigil as we watch for news of a tragedy at sea, nothing new in our long 500 years and nothing that one ever becomes accustomed to.

We are all holding your hand, we are all with you, our spirits united with yours for the best possible outcome. United we will hold you up, keep you lifted as you wait these long moments to know where your loved one is.

We are thinking of you and your loved ones in anticipation of the best possible outcome.