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

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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…

Mystified Beauty

Mythbroakia, a beautiful, fictional other world where myths are unfolded and broken in the most evocative prose and poetry. The extraordinarily talented and industrious Amyth Banerjee is its founder and he has so eloquently chosen me to receive the Beautiful Blogger award, which I humbly and graciously accept. It was a stunning surprise, as my universe has been spinning wildly of late and I’ve not devoted enough time to my blog as my heart would desire…

So, in accepting this award it is my honor to bestow it upon the following seven bloggers, in no particular order, whom I feel have shone their own beauty in this amazing blogosphere:

George Ellington of Toros fame. His exquisite poetry and devotion to his true love, his roots, and his family are utterly inspiring and beautiful.

Madu who pens The Urge to Wander. She shares the most beautiful glimpses of her world travels through gorgeous photography and nuggets of amazing history to accompany her pictorial blog that you likely never read in a history book.

Marcus from Alarmingman. I’m newly acquainted with his blog, but I find his world of Haiku one the most beautiful ways of interpreting the world and as he says, “Often it’s like living inside a Zen parable – somehow the solution to an inscrutable conundrum must be found.”

Subhan Zein who in his own words, “I sculpt the light and slap the thunder. I cuddle the moon and kiss the sun. I am not a prophet who performs miracles. I’m just a man who’s learning to write fiction and poetry”, and he does so in the most elegant and gracious way. Beautiful!

David at http://timeforarethink.net/ who has been chronicling his pilgrimage on the Camino de Santiago as “Spanish Stroll”, with beautiful humor and lush photography all for a good cause, Rethink Mental Illness. A beautiful soul!

Kim at http://caffeinatedbydesign.com/ whose passion for coffee and gorgeous graphic design is beautiful!

Paul Mark Sutherland, whose blog GYA Today is a beautiful “daily dose of positivity, empathy, compassion, and abundance.”

Now, beautiful bloggers carry forth and nominate your own beautiful bloggers (7 or any number you see fit)…and again my humble gratitude for Amyth and Mythbroakia!

 

Stories from Childhood

My dad was a natural storyteller. He used to weave all sorts of yarns for us when we were kids. He did this to help us relate to the world around us and chronicle our childhood in a magical way.

As we got older, he put them to paper. I don’t think he fancied himself an author, but one of the greatest gifts he gave to me was this memory in published form when my own son was small.

While endeavoring to clean-up and out my son’s room preparing for his moving on to college, I unearthed this gem from my dad…

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What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

“I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That’s what it’s all finally about, and that’s what these clues help us to find within ourselves.” ~ Joseph Campbell Continue reading