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Bawl, Bath, Bed…

bathcryingSometimes you don’t realize how much you’ve been carrying until you stop to take a rest.

And sometimes when you realize the toll it’s taken, it makes you miss who you used to be. It makes you miss feeling adored, safe and cared for.

If you too are feeling unloved, untouched and alone, remember, a good bawl, bath and early to bed sometimes does the trick.

If not, repeat as often as needed.

Good night. Sweetest of dreams…xo

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Turn Your Lights Down Low: Healing Your Heart

Love, it’s a flighty bird, but a beautiful one nonetheless.

May your love be greater than your fear. May you want it more than your ego needs to be seen. May you be brave enough to mend it after it’s been broken.

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The Smoke From Old Flames

Smoking-man.jpgSmoke billowed from a chimney

coughed up from an old flame

twisted and shape-shifting

it disappeared

mist transformed into the sky

first it was vapour

and then it was as a dog

fluffy tail-wagging white

a wizard’s cap

dissolved into the ether

like you; everything and nothing

never clear

Like the reasons we go back

a wizard’s cap

vapour caught again

compulsively seeking release.

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Monday Meditation: Mastering the Art Of

romantic_couple_vintage_french_postcard-r792d7aa37d8c48428098e51999afbeb3_vgbaq_8byvr_512I love watching someone who has mastered whatever particular thing it is that they’re doing. It’s reassuring when you must depend on them, and it can be sexy as hell.

It’s like watching  Mark Knopfler sing. It’s like the music and meaning move effortlessly through his voice and the way her connects with the guitar.

When we master who we are, when it doesn’t have to be a conscious thought, it just flows, I believe we touch paradise, Shangri-La if you will. A little bit of nirvana right here on earth;

During a lunch date with an old flame (who still manages to keep my girlie bits warm and excitable), we talked about how easy it is to be together.

We talked as only old lovers can, with ease, candor, humour, and intimacy. It’s the kind of conversation that reminds us that we are sensual beings. A conversation with a  touch of  alchemical magic which inspires a healthy hunger for living.

It doesn’t hurt that man knows how to kiss me in a way that still makes my knees go just weak enough to remind me that I am a desirable woman. God bless him.

As artists, parents, and professionals in our respective fields, we’ve come to a comfortable stage of life. We’ve had time and experience to get to know ourselves. With the same grace and ease that Mr. Knopfler sings, we manage to carry ourselves through our work-a-day lives. At least we do a heck of a better job than we used to. Most of the time anyway.

He’s a perfectionist. I have come to embody his ‘dudeness’, and come to the world every day, giving my best, and feeling that it is, indeed, good enough. As he criticized his inability to be perfect, I boldly pointed out that life doesn’t have to be such hard work.

He countered with, “But you’ve found it. You’re one of the lucky ones who gets to go to work and live a life of purpose every day. You don’t feel like you’re just out there making a buck for someone else.”

He was bang on. But all good men are…

I’m skilled at my work and I love it. It’s part of who I am. No longer do I have to put on a mask or an act. My wants, needs, and purpose are integrated.

I’ve mastered the art of being me, of living, of balancing my sense of self with that of the material world around me. I’ve mastered the Art Of…

We create or keep ourselves from creating our own Shangri-La, happiness, and security in our sense of ever-changing self.

I’m one of the lucky ones, and I have every intention of enjoying every, single,  moment.

Tonight your beauty burns
Into my memory
The wheel of heaven turns
Above us endlessly

This is all the heaven we’ve got
Right here where we are
In our Shangri-La, oh

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Saturday: Smooth Sailing

smoothsailingSending out a tune to help start your day…

The older I get, the more I appreciate days that go smoothly; decent traffic, good health, a roof over my head and food on our table. Don’t ever forget that a dash of  flirty fun and sassiness adds some flavor to the smooth sailing too darlings.

Yes, smooth sailing is smiling and laughing and letting yourself be yourself.

It has been a week of learning, fresh starts, and a long exhale…

Hoping that this song by Leon Bridges helps start your day in a positive way…

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Getting Your Groove Back; Creativity & Stress

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Fabulousness is just a state of mind darlings. Go get some. ~Andshelaughs~

If I could stay home, switch between drinking coffee and champagne all day, and wear outrageous feathered get-ups, I certainly would.

But that’s not our little reality in this corner of the world. Nope. We exchange energy for money and money for a bunch of crap we really don’t need, like champagne and feathered get-ups.

I fancy myself as a Gertrude Stein type of artist, except heterosexual, much more vain and broke.

Having had the luxury of a few days off, my body and mind have had a chance to slow down. As I drove home last night during my final stint with ‘Mom’s Taxi Service’, song lyrics popped into my head. My own song lyrics – original ones.

If I could have, I would have gotten down on my knees, looked heavenward and thanked the powers that be.

You see, for the longest time there has been no poetry up there in my wee little brain. It’s been busy dealing with all of the practical things we need to do to survive, and emotional pooh-ha.

Song lyrics. Poetry. Character development and magic. Even after just a few decluttered days, my brain is creating again.

Away from the world where we are all cogs in the machine living paycheck to paycheck, my mind is flourishing. It’s stretched out on an imaginary beach soaking up the radiant light of life.

I don’t happen to believe that only a few of us are creative spirits. I do believe that creativity is the expression of the human spirit.  Bottling that effervescent part of ourselves up makes us crazy; depressed, craving something we can’t define, and feeling dead inside.

Wishing you the space and time to listen to the whispers of your creative self. Wishing you the self-confidence and courage to engage in the conversation.