Freedom….

Scorching temperatures belie summer’s waning in my spot in the Universe. Lazy days recall fond memories of time seeming to stand still yet fly by with a wink and most of all… Continue reading

Cultivating Peace

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Columbine Trail, Lake Chabot

Most Saturday mornings find me running at the lake near my home. It’s a difficult, 9-mile run with terrain that changes from flat to 30% slopes and back again through scenery that will catch your breath. Parts of the trail are so narrow that a distracted mind is a footfall down steep gorges; you have to mind the three R’s: Roots, Rocks, and Ruts.

And it’s perfect for me…

This is the last run of the week for which the reward is a long tub soak and a day off for yoga on Sunday. It’s here that I cultivate peace; in my mind, my body and my spirit (ok yoga does that too, but not as much as this run). It’s here that I am able to observe the restrictions and obstacles I’ve been facing without fighting or judging and just breathe into it; work to my edge and focus on letting go. In the midst of this challenge I learn to be attentive, patient and focused; this brings me serenity, peace, solace, redemption.

Renewed, I can go out into the world with my perspective reframed, recommitted to my intentions and able to be the charm in other people’s days and an ambassador of peace.

How are you cultivating peace?

Me, Me, Me

My LIFE is a puzzle…

…as I fondle the pieces, I find some that have dazzling shapes and make me say, “OoooH, shiny!”

Others are dark and jagged, broken window panes in a vacant old house.

Still others are bland and formless of countless years spent adrift and floundering.

One odd shape sits to the side yet to find its perfect fit.

What a mottled picture of me; out of focus like an impressionist painting in a gilded but aging frame.

I’ve had incredible encounters with people that have been this exquisite fuel seeking to ignite the glowing embers inside of me. Some have sputtered. Others have sparked a blazing inferno of passion and creativity nearly burning me up… 

…but everything cools like molten lava, a hard crust atop a fiery river flow.

 

My HEART, my heart is a mosaic of bits of broken, colored glass; rough and polished stones;shimmery bits of fancy paper; and WORDS, lots of words held together not by a solder of blackened lead nor heavy gray mortar, but by a fine silk thread from a carpet baggers satchel of dreams…

My SOUL is a grain of sand that became a pearl in my grandmother’s necklace that is the bracelet encircling my wrist, binding me to my past, anchoring me to my present, the fortune of my future…

You Belong

Be who you are

Show up as your authentic self

We get you

Your story is as unique as ours

But you are us and we are you

The same ripple in the pond

We are your tribe

Absent the energy you emit, we’d vibrate differently

We have neither expectations nor demands

Just the same excellence you want for yourself

All that you are willing to give

Falter and we’ll lend the hand you offered

Reciprocal inspiration

You belong…

 

photo credit www.spiritweaves.com

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.

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