Weekly Photo Challenge: Purple

Purple became one of my favorite colors a couple of years ago. So much so that I painted my bedroom a bold, sassy “Shy Violet”.  I think it pairs well with dark chocolate, espresso browns and chartreuse. Since I’ve moved, what remains is the most lush aubergine duvet and a few rich velvet throw pillows in deep shades of this regal and religious color (the crown chakra is violet and is the highest state of awareness, bliss). My favorite little pillow of all is this one made by my son in his middle-school home-economics class…

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Be Inspired!

I want to give a HUGE thank you to Life of a Minister Mom for nominating me for this award. It was happenstance that our paths crossed (not in the blogosphere) and it was that sort of meaningful coincidence that likely brought us here today!

Seven Things About Me:

  1. I love the outdoors and have camped in a cave, survivor style on an uninhabited island off the coast of Nyarit, Mexico.
  2. Even though I wouldn’t be where I am right now (which I am so grateful for), one thing I would change in my life if I could go back in time would be to have travelled more (sort of nomad style) before I had “settled down.”
  3. I was adopted.
  4. I am a twin.
  5. I’m closer to 50 than 40 but still get carded when I buy wine or beer (running is the fountain of youth).
  6. I’m passionate about healthy, gourmet cooking.
  7. I make at least one new friend every day (not on Facebook). Today it was Sunray.

My Nominations for the Very Inspiring Blog Award:

I started blogging because I was encouraged by someone else whom I met by chance; another synchronistic event. I’ve encountered so many interesting, uplifting and beautiful blogs and bloggers since then. Not all bloggers are fans of these sorts of awards and I appreciate your point of view if that is the case. But please know that I’ve been inspired, moved and transformed for our having crossed paths that I feel you deserved the honor. In no particular order:

  1. http://georgeellington.wordpress.com/
  2. http://realmanure.wordpress.com/
  3. http://runnature.wordpress.com/
  4. http://hurdlestohappiness.wordpress.com/
  5. http://theurgetowander.com/
  6. http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com/
  7. http://timeforarethink.net/
  8. http://2riversphotos.wordpress.com/
  9. http://wheresmybackpack.com/
  10. http://manifestationyoga.com/
  11. http://imeldaevans.wordpress.com/
  12. http://gyatoday.wordpress.com/
  13. http://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/
  14. http://antodesimone.wordpress.com/
  15. http://irunibreathe.wordpress.com/

Now for the RULES to follow when nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award:

  1. Display the award logo on your blog.
  2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
  3. State 7 things about yourself.
  4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
  5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.

Ode to “The People Upstairs”

My new home is a unique living arrangement. It’s a four-story, custom home and each level is a completely separate and fully equipped living space. Three families live here (including me). One family occupies the top two stories. Except that I park my car next to theirs in the driveway, I don’t really see or hear from them much. The middle level was recently rented out by a soon-to-be single-dad who has two children (not living with him full-time, but seemingly at their dad’s A LOT). And then there’s my sweet spot at the very bottom and back of the house.

I LOVE my new digs. The peace and serenity of living this close to nature is the reason I chose to live here. And, I’m accustomed to having people living upstairs from me after residing in a condo for 16 years. But that single dad is the most obnoxiously noisy person. I know he doesn’t mean to be and I’ve really had to take a hard look at why this bothers me so much (probably because I get woken out of a dead sleep from heavy shoes dropping over my head at midnight). However, there’s really NO buffer between his floor and my ceiling and he keeps the oddest hours (like moving furniture around at 10PM; seriously dude!). I’ve told him that I can hear EVERYTHING loudly and clearly (including the rendezvous he had the other night) and I’ve asked him (quite kindly I think) to respect lateness of hours, etc. But he seems totally clueless.

Some people lope and bound through their days, clip-clopping like Clydesdales hauling a heavy load. They move loudly through space and time and you can hear them a mile away, even though they aren’t saying a word. And when they do speak, they make no distinction between inside and outside voices; they simply yell what they have to say wherever they are, volleying cannon balls with booming voices.

So in honor of my new neighbor, I found this quite funny poem from Ogden Nash:

Photo Credit: A World of Poetry selected by Michael Rosen

The people upstairs all practice ballet.

Their living room is a bowling alley.

Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.

Their radio is louder than yours.

They celebrate weekends all the week.

When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.

They try to get their parties to mix

By supplying their guest with Pogo sticks,

And when their orgy at last abates,

They go to the bathroom on roller skates.

I might love the people upstairs wondrous

If instead of above us, they just lived under us.

Upheaval

Change is good. It’s inevitable anyway. Life is full of transitions as we journey through one stage to the next and my latest transition to “empty nester” wasn’t the crashing, wrenching upheaval I thought it might be.  Continue reading