After a weeks worth of commitments and obligations, isn’t it nice to know that on Saturday you can be the king or queen of your own castle?
If you want to continue your workweek…well then you will, but there comes a time where you must say to yourself…not today!
I will listen to my albums. I will spend hours on the phone with my family. I will sit and watch the marine layer in the sky lift into deep blues and search for images in the clouds. I will bake that Coconut Crème pie. I will lie on the floor and play with my baby without make-up on and in my pajamas, regardless of the stack of dishes on the counter.
I won’t do laundry. I won’t mow the lawn. I won’t sacrifice the one day of my week to obligations. Today I will do as I please.
It’s your Saturday Constitutional Right…and to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, under Saturday, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Enjoy your day!
The rush off the palms of your hands,
moving and falling over
A story to be told.
Tracing the veins
over your translucent skin.
in a tale buried deep
within the epidermis of
way to change.
Welcome one-and-all to the greatest ticket known to mankind…the ticket to becoming you.
As your ears perk up and your neurons fire at the belief we are all lifelong learners, what will you decide to do with your ticket?
Will you devote your time to:
Cooking? – If so I’m putting on my jacket now and heading over for dinner!
Maybe you’ll learn a new language? – Konichiwa!
Better yet, maybe you will learn how to do your own taxes? Now that is brave and so I pat you on the back and hand you a box of tissue, a glass of wine, and encourage you to book a spa treatment afterward.
When you find out what it is that makes your brain go…Ahhhhhh, you simply can’t sit there and do nothing.
Action has to be taken. You’ve journeyed the long road of, What the hell am I going to do with my life?, and when you discovered it you became obligated to yourself and your efforts to step over the line drawn in the sand. Time to move forward.
If it is too scary, well then it might be the wrong path, but if it is easy, doors opening, people smiling, and health restored…my friend you are on the right road. It’s musical.
It does sound a bit like magical b.s., but I assure you there are wise men and women (maybe not as obvious as those carrying frankincense, gold, or myrrh) with stories of change to share.
They were once complacent in their lives, but with hard work and support they were able to write their own song, edit the score, and gather energy to cash in their ticket and board the train.
She sang to the clouds,
filling water and light
in her dark eyes.
A second to glance,
A moment to blush,
An hour to sigh,
A day to bed.
Reserved and cool.
The forest through the trees,
asking for a map
to guide the way.
The grand tunnel
of shimmering jewels.
A cavern unlocked.
Waxing and waning moon.
The clouds building.
The light swirling decisions
brought into view.
Building chic story.
A vision of
uncharted on a map.
An elegant adjective.
Reading your letters
from a depression area.
The lack of,
the memories of,
the reality of.
The articles read,
the End has come.
The sea of success
washed away in moments
as the hand once held high
now swings quietly
with blackened fingernails.
A kiss that came
in the gritty dustbowl
placed upon your lips.
A lengthy puzzle,
tied up in ribbon.
broken into pieces.
through measured ticks.
A day in a year,
a year in a day.
on a sunny day.
over soft thunder.
on a soft body.
Worlds within boundaries,
nourishing and protecting,
setting the metronome
of dissonance in time.
Today rain fell in Sonoma County. The welcomed weather must have invigorated nature’s sense of humor because I ended up in playful game of peek-a-boo with the little backyard hummingbird.
As I am no photographer extraordinaire and as I have vowed to capture a hummingbird picture for a friend, the quest has so far been unsuccessful. The zippiness of these little guys is a marvel to the human eye and a frustration to my iPhone camera who is sadly shaking his head saying, “No, no, no, we didn’t even come close.” (My iPhone may even be suffering from low self-esteem at this point in the journey).
Funny enough, one particular little hummingbird this morning seemed just as curious about me as I have been with him and his zig-zagging, motley crew. Numerous times he flew up to me to watch me as I slowly reached for my camera, but each time I got ready to video…bzzzzz…..off he went!
Drat!!! Even now as I type, he is keeping a quick eye on me from a hidden perch. His incessant snapping gives away his location.
I realized I was playing a game with him when he started flying low to the ground and hiding himself behind a bamboo shade located on my deck. Yes, he was as sly as a cat but sadly, as loud as a Vespa with his wings fluttering one million miles per hour. I watched his silhouette from behind the shade as he slowly zzzzz’d forward to peek around the corner at me. Quick! He put his wings in reverse and backed-up his little flying golf-ball body. Beeep, beeep, beeep!
How funny he looked and how persistent he was in spying on me! I think today I made a new friend…even if he is being such a little shit!
PS…Success! Got him! Got Him (click for video)
Cat and mouse
Hide and seek
Black and white
Jekyll and Hyde
Ex-boyfriend and Ex-girlfriend
Saturday and Sunday
Sins and blasphemy
Lipstick and kiss
Thighs and Ankles
Leftovers and an old flames
Thunder and lightning
Reincarnate and Return
and shows his flare of sophistication,
his temperament of shyness,
and a splash of daring on the
rooftops of suburbia.
Small but mighty
he owns the skies with
fearless dashing song
making himself known to
all who wait for his presence.
With him comes the sun
warming cool summer skies.
He is a the violin in the orchestra
of gentle currents.
He is the revolution.
its eyes scanning the terrain,
deep blue skies eavesdropping
on the whispers falling over the vast domain.
protecting its own with falling rain,
preserving and protecting the landscape
for an abundance of
a combination of melody and harmony
increased by the circulation of
wind and water,
fire and light.
The jungle and its mysteries
secure life in small places,
holding true the secret of
In life there are numerous modes of joy.
The rise of a smiling voice, the sound of a canary singing his song, or the color of an orange can sometimes make us happier than diamonds, fame, or fast cars.
Why is this?
How is it that these simplicities pack such a powerful punch? Maybe the key is found in the lack of effort required to obtain these things.
Let me explain: Humans work hard for the hot rod, the bling, and the notoriety; therefore the machine is striving (a derivative of strife) for those items attributed to success and fame, but ohhhhh the work involved.
Ratio Measurement of the bling
Strife Output – 100
Happiness Input – 100
Ahhh, but the orange sitting there in your fruit basket all shiny and radiating, hiding its sweetness has not given you an ulcer, sleepless nights, or a drinking problem.
Ratio Measurement – the orange
Strife Output – 10 (grocery store battle!)
Happiness Input – 100
Kind of cool…Right?
OK!!! That’s enough mathematics. It should also be noted that he orange has such a lovely color like the sun, the sound of a baby’s laugh, or a cat sleeping in the shadows. Beautiful!
P.S. Support your local farmers! They may have a little higher strife output than us consumers! Thank you Mr./Mrs. Citrus Growing People of the World. 🙂
The bookshelves are filled with a wealth of information for those seekers of…ummm….information.
For some, this statement maybe the perpetual alarm clock going off in our heads. It’s fine to go ahead and hit snooze for a few years, but that alarm will keep chiming in its obnoxious way to get us to snap to and admit to ourselves we want some answers.
Then there isn’t much you can do, so grab a Red Bull, dig into the muck, and start organizing and flinging your thoughts into color-coded files and organize them with tabs. Not the type A personality?…that’s O.K.! Grab a beer while lazily organizing and lob your thoughts into boxes (you know the ones that say Kirkland?). Not the type B personality?…no problem.! Lay in bed and think about yourself organizing and flinging your thoughts under the bed. Not any of the above?…well, errrrrr…seek counseling.
My point is this: It’s merely our human nature that wants to know why. When these dawnings hit us is irrelevant, but you can’t ignore them forever. There is some kind of intrinsic bliss in the unknown happening around the corner. We can only hit snooze for so long and then the questions are still waiting to be answered. Questions like: What is the point? Why did I do that? When did this matter? How will I live the next 20 years of my life?
Self-understanding is not something to be taken lightly because if you are the self…then you are the one entitled to ask these questions. It’s your life after all.
There will be a torrent of excuses…typical. There will also be a downpour of taking it personal…also very typical. Lastly, there will be a stream of babbling nothingness. It’s part of the process. (Best to keep these babbling sessions with the drunk aunt or uncle in the family because they know all about aimless rambling.) 🙂
Where is the best place to start with it all? Anywhere.
As long as you feel like you are getting a tad closer to answering these pestering questions is better than nowhere.
The other night I heard a great song titled…Goodnight Mr. Sweetheart by a favorite group of mine. This got me thinking about all the great written titles in literature. One never forgets the flavor of: A Picture of Dorian Gray, Gone with the Wind, or Anna Karenina simply because of the title. Hero, heroine, and antagonist are exposing their story to us in the confines of our homes and the title was our first eye-catcher.
How do authors choose their titles? What are the frameworks? Is there a formula? I’m not sure.
Once it’s down in title format it is concrete, therefore it’s not something to be taken lightly. The mind will always activate and recall to help us form our associations with the rest of the text-based upon the title. Not to mention we aren’t always handed the most obvious titles either. Marketing plays a huge part in a reader’s choice as we wander through the stacks of books, searching aimlessly for that perfect story to help soothe whatever mood we are in.
In a perfect world, we would have people to help us find the best book to satisfy our disposition, but when we flounder (swimmy…swim, swim) we must rely on our ability to crack open the cover to help us overcome the marketing barrier. This made me think of life titles.
How do we choose the titles of our life?
It’s not as easy as…Dinner Was Great, or I Think I’m in Love, or an my all time favorite of mine – How To Bathe Your Cat Without Losing an Eye (It will be my magnum opus).
So to quote the great green-faced Witch of the West I say this, “Th
ese things are delicate.” Truly though…these are the sections in our lives that are, were, and will be delicate as we think on the best and worst days periods of our lives or those we have yet to live.
We may want to attempt to title these periods of life in an effort to appreciate authorship and to organize and reflect upon the one life we are given (unless you are a cat with 9 lives and you still have two eyes because that’s 9x the bathing!).
C’est le weekend. Enjoy!
In the midst of wondering what is on the other side of the world, it may be best to focus on the seasons that we respond to best.
Are you a spring, summer, fall, or winter person? Where do you find yourself?
I wish I had an elaborate quiz that one could go through to answer specific questions, but I’m afraid the extent of that would be:
All of these are obvious giveaways and show our true colors? We could dive into the depths of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, but that is too high-brow for a Thursday…so let’s keep it easy. Let’s visualize our way through this together.
Maybe a little better, but the fact remains…we are creatures of habit and we hold the seasons in our hearts with our cooking, our music, and our conversations.
PS Why is it that summer conversations are always so much fun?
Some of the best qualities in life start with our multiple agents of reason.
Today is a special day because it is simply new. Possible gains, even microlevels of gains, are hiding around every corner. They are building blocks in process. They help us see the different angles of what is waiting. This brings us to the crux of what matters most.
Where do we find these innate qualities of reasoning?
It’s easier said than done…right? Change is good, but no one said it will be easy. So let’s make it easy.
Look around and try something new. Actually, try a few new things today. Take a new route to work, taste a new spice, explore jazz (or Beiber if you are just that daring). Already a Bieber fan?….well then explore opera. I’ve heard La Bohème is a great starting place (there is a more complex world than Bieber…I know…shock, gasp!!!!).
It maybe just as important to find out what the big flippin’ deal is that is floating so many boats as it is to criticize those who enjoy these fascinating outlets.
So homework: Expand…even if you think you have expanded…expand more and rationalize it 360° with all your might.
A new day is only the beginning of one experience. The hope is that we discover a new and intoxicating point of view. There is no fear in the unknown, only possibilities.
Push on, expand, and do not let the haters bring you down…(don’t get me started on haters, unless you want a fountain of swearing, or a tutorial of how to push them out of your life – (seriously…step one…don’t engage).
We are not as limited as we feel some days.
P.S. Happy Bastille Day to the French!
Part One: Time Travelers
Is it so bad to time travel?
We project and we reflect and we feel better as we hear the ghosts of Christmas Past and Christmas Future (who by the way was super scary in the movie) speak to us.
A big concept in today’s living is the idea of staying in the present. The Power of Now, stay in the moment, or my personal favorite: life unfolds one day at a time are all slogans continually being thrown at us.
Do you ever want to tell those old adages of days gone by to stuff it?
Where would we be without the perspectives we’ve gained by our time traveling selves delving deep into our pasts and analyzing our lives ? I’m sure my power of now would look something like this:
Me: What’s up Now?
Me: Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Now: <make a million dollars>
Me: Ok, How do I do that?
Now: <you should have made a plan>
Me: Not cool.
We need some heavy reflecting and projecting to have business sense and goals.
Part Two: Liars
Don’t lie…moving on.
Part Three: Good Grades
So much of what we do in life is on an evaluation basis. There are two camps of thought on evaluation. Some of those who fear evaluation as a personal attack on their integrity and those who feel it is critical in the development of mankind. We need some sort of balance because we are not all rock stars and we do need gentle nudges here and there to help us to grow.
As I wind down my lecture, I leave you with these last thoughts…
As the neighborhood wakes up for their weekly Friday night festivities, I ask myself this: When does the party really start?
Must we watch the clock tick down those painfully slow workweek hours to give us release from life on Friday night?
Looking deep into my magic crystal ball, reading the offbeat tempos and majestic puzzles of flexing brains, I think about the salvation of the future and here is the vision – It’s easy really… and must be kept simple…it’s art.
Art takes many forms, but for the sake of tonight let’s focus on language. The weaving of words, building something out of nothing other than what we were born with is something special. That is the something that can’t be taken away from us. That’s the simple beauty of it all…let’s call it DNA.
It’s all in the brain game of thinking built by the compassionate, the creative, and the best…the thinkers.
Those who can grow something unexpected in any environment are strong, marvelous, and a bit striking.
So if I may…I will break it down into simple code for those who loathe mystery and figurative language: Don’t stop. Be you. Think harder and get the girl in the end…you know what I’m talking about.
PS: …or of course…..get the guy in the end. Ladies I did not forget you in the wave of nostalgia, figuring you already understood the figurative language previously used.
Tonight I quote the great Maria von Trapp via Julie Andrews, “When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.” Wow, incredibly positive Hollywood and what a great motivator! Some of the freshest perspectives are born out of hard decisions.
Let’s take a quick minute to think about our open windows…you know the ones I’m talking about. Intriguing people, questions unanswered, possibilities, and new beginnings are just naming a few. Some of us live in houses full of open windows. I took some time to think about all this and after a while of looking at the different perspectives, I started to worry about what excess junk might enter or exit these freshly opened windows? Cue the 80’s montage track and the fuzzy lens because here we go—
Worrisome Window Entrances/Exits:
Ok…so there’s a good solid list of worries, which provides us strength to move into the positive things that Julie Andrews and that nun lady were singing about with such fortissimo. When those two were climbing every mountain and crossing every stream…there was something about rainbows….pretty sure dreams were also involved, in addition to someone feeling a bit ambitious in her singing performance, (yes, I’m looking at you Reverend Mother) history was being made!
Ohhhh this list is short because it’s simple. It’s air. It blasts through the mucky-muck and sucks the negative elements right out. It’s that “whoosh” that makes your heart skip a beat because you’re seeing clearly. Making the decision was the hard part and that is already over, you took the leap, you shut the door…and now your window is open allowing you to choose your path. That “whoosh” of air is the hand on your back telling you to breathe and we all know that whoosh of air fuels fire!
For quite sometime now, I’ve had my mind on the wonderful world of peafowl. Yes, I blame my incessant mockingbird who is still squawking like a maniac outside my humble abode. (I have aged a good year or two from that blasted bird, but he has had enough screen-time so I am moving on to a new conversation.)
I present you with the glorious peacock.
The case being made against our pompous, feather-frilling fowl was that this bird is completely useless.
Let me clear my throat here and say…it was at that point in the conversation, I knew I had entered into some kind of high court for bird justice system, in which I was the official, high-ruling Supreme Court justice. Quickly I put on my black robes and walked up the high stairs to stand as chief justice in the case being made against the peacock. I heard thus statements:
I must say at this point, things were looking very grim for our green friend. The verdict to be handed down seemed inevitable…USELESS.
But alas, the silver-lining came shining through in this bird’s last minute defense. Let us dive a little deeper. The peacock has found a way around being slaughtered for dinner, a way to hold onto her eggs, and a way to keep her feathers intact.
Useless? No. CLEVER.
Smart and beautiful, even if she is a bit dramatic, this beautiful bird has found a way to keep her head off the chopping block. I think we could all do with a little more peacock drama if it will save our hides once in a while. Coveted by kings and queens for her beauty and brains, the peacock maybe one of the most clever birds around.
Final verdict: FABULOUS!
(I see a future for me in bird justice…National Geographic is calling my name!)