Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

This Mindful Moment smack' in the Middle of 40's!

Maybe it's the scalding hot peppermint tea, maybe it's the yellow decongestant, but thank God, I can breath again, somewhat. Suffering from allergies that's me right now; my chest feels constricted, my eyes blurred, head a block of  achy' - my back a plyboard stiff solid discomfort , ears clogged partly, and then there's my nose too..the right disobliging nostril. There are days when I literally feel that parts of me are on finicky' strike, refusing to reason with my mind, huffy belligerent as an errant pugnacious adolescent. Hah, which happens to be exactly what I'm done with - adolescents - teenagers, to be exact! 

 My 22.4 year old youngest enrolled in college, for what would be his last semester! Might I say,  this is a yelpy' "hurrah" moment for me, though in turn there's also that mommy horror rub-a- dub' fear of an absurd grim chance he would flunk a subject -  a cuckoo possibility far remote as Timbuktu' because his grades have been historically above par since shifting to Media Studies from Accounting, whew! Plus, my loves know what a classic hissy fit La Diva' Mama is capable of when her sensitivities are trifled with, hehehehe! :D 

So there, with my eldest just graduated and the youngest on his way, I patiently endure my soggy' flared sinuses, smile and  bow in exhaled gratefulness for the lot I have in this mindful, change charged moment smack in the middle of a 40's mid-life! 

Do I worry? Yes! Do I worry? Yes! Do I worry? Yes! I am the granted "Queen of Worrydom" currently, as I grind my mind (yes, I can) trying to divine a perfect future for the boys; a future where no unsound choices are made, no calculating jerks are met. If this mother may, for them I vouchsafe simply exact smooth transitions from one level of professional success to another, leveling up to unmitigated bliss of sound familial glory, until (finally) crowned philanthropic brilliance. Suave.

Survival.  Success. Significance. BUT, without the caustic arduous messy struggling stumbling crusty pain filled parts. Cosmeticized photoshopped existence (?) Quite subhuman, really. How imprudent of me to think it.  

If I could only live their lives for them, side-stepping wrong decisions, plucking ripe worthy aspirations to grant at the end of it all, the fullness of their life's true meaning..then I would. Because, right now when I gaze at them young at the cusp of beginnings, I live my life in sentimental  retrospect pin-pointing exactly my gains, salutes, strengths, victories, as well, as the thudding faults, groping blunders and downright errors I had to grapple with. Like the "Oracle" in the "Matrix" I want them to be the "One". I want to reveal the "path". What a foolhardy' fallacious aspiration, for there isn't any super power for me to give or grant. They have to make for themselves what they are and walk what road they choose to pave. Very much the way it was and is for me. 

Awhile ago, one of them asked what my "goal" in life is.  He followed it by saying his goal is to be able to help the "less fortunate"....  
My goal is what it has always been since I've decided to be a mother. To be as a   significant lighthouse...inviolable...weatherbeaten perhaps, but ever reliant in sunshine, enduring in storms, imperishable in tremor and gracefully standing in calm. I may pursue varied "interests" - but they are not goals. I only have one life on this plane. I am Lady life purpose is iconic... I am an encompassing beam and a  forever light ( my children)  that's yours. 
I'll be watching you. 

Monday, September 30, 2013

Remembering the magic!

The Hubs
That early evening was misted in a kind of ethereal other-worldliness, the mundane hectic pace of life lived the hours before swallowed in the magic of the hour. I love this place! can I say that again? I LUV' this place!

It was a drizzly late afternoon and there was no one around save for us ( and the bartender). The quiet was peaceful, a pervasive hum that wiffs' of romance mixed with the ambiance of being caught in a parallel world of nostalgia. Had a ghostly 1928 lady and gent walked in, we wouldn't have been the least surprised or mind. My jeans felt out of place - like I should have been in a frilly dress with gloves and a hat.

To make things a notch surreal, there was no music at sound to remind us that we were living and breathing the crazy existence of 2013. It felt I had been there before..familiar and so right. The vibe coursed through my every cell, running through my veins, energizing my marrows. The energy was so that I felt lightheaded in happiness. Make that bliss - a type of bliss gift wrapped and packaged just for me. No doubt the Universe knew how dreary I had been feeling and decided to make itself felt by offering a living dream with a the best double Margarita ever!

When I get lonely, or fretful.....whenever I feel drabby or ordinary, all I have to do is go back to this page and recall, once more, that day when the world proved itself a magic friend to me.
Not everybody can be this lucky. I am.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

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ღ.Pray beautifully ღ.Think beautifully ღ.Work beautifully ღ.Speak beautifully ღ.Create a beautiful something
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" whatsoever is noble, whatsoever is beautiful, think only of those things..."

ღ.Now Reading:
Healing Waters by Nancy Rue ( shelved meantime)
Minding Frankie by Mauve Binchy ( done!)
Iris and Ruby by Rosie Thomas ( kinda' boring so I've set it aside for something I just bought.
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It is the first day of August, yay! And  THAT picture of me in the yellow brimmed hatty' was not taken July this year. More like, July last year since my hair had that red rusty tinge still. Currently, I'm sporting a tint of rainbow yellows ( shades of varying yellows and blonds due to several layers of coloring ) with inner stripes of peeping black. Try to picture that!  I'm happy with these pics though because I snapped them right after I was finally done repainting my dining table a rustic white! Artsy' mode I was in that time and these funky pics so full of vibrant colors are my testament to July! 

Fun month it was I'd say, even if there were blah' days I'd rather forget. Must dwell on the random happiness that life gifts me. Must make sure to keep myself zoned on feeling "good" say's the "Law of Attraction" - but goodness, how to, haha! And so I do the thing I do, the best way and this here is how it looks like for now!

Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot  mystery saga's are a whole load of fun, I discovered this July. After a tiring day, I'd excitedly fix things up in the evening in anticipation of a hot steamy cup of tea and a new episode to watch- for free- on YouTube! Ah, the perks of technology! :D So what's in store for August, I wonder? My plans fall on the following inspiration:

Color: I'd go for yellow, blue and pink
Word: "Embrace" "Hug" "Accept" "Encourage"
Action: Fun

There will be creating and inviting and accomplishing and laughing and friendship. The vibes are well and good!!! :D 

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Friday, June 21, 2013

Food Luv'

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There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.”
~ Elizabeth Gilbert 

And my thoughts, I'm famished to say, go the way of oily succulent meaty smokey tasty food!! 

Attempting a two week everyday sanctimonious exercise and veggie' diet scheme, I found myself insanely lusting for the noodlie' poetry of a grand emperor Chinese buffet, haha! To credit myself, I wasn't vaguely thinking food  that late Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks back when  hubby suggested we dine out, hehe! "Hey, it's been a while," he tuttered. 

My sons were game for it so I was, "OK, where to?" -- Maybe just somewhere a walk away, like that little hole in'awall Japanese nook down the block, I expounded.  No, the brood preferred something farther. "If it's a drive you want then we lets go Chinese - that swanky' place where their golden chicken is smoked to dreamy delicious delusion," I suggested! 

This is how that night went! It was all stars when we set forth and had the"chicken." Then afterwards, it rained  terrifically torrential! We braved the initial soaky' dribbles and walked umbrella-less under the dank black sky. It was fabulous OK as because there was such a city crowd that night all in good cheer and the good vibes just drenched us all! 

Thank goodness, by the time the inky sky went bashing somber  we were snuggly ensconced in a comfy coffee and donut place. Reason I'm posting this all is because it's great to come back and recall the times when we were together as a family. Doesn't happen often enough anymore since the boys usually have their own thing going.
A few Days After: 
 I received a cutesome' invite in my FB inbox to join a virtual cocktail event. I figured I wouldn't have time to mix anything interesting so I went along with a plain bottle of "Strawberyy Hill Boones Farm " ladies drink.Just a low end wine cooler, I know, but it was fun virtually toasting ladies half way around the world!
 Then, last Father's Day hubby wanted something a bit Middle Eastern. He searched online for a nearby place we most likely haven't tried and succeeded  finding us the perfect restaurant. So we went for a drive and checked out the place. It was a cozy dig with low lights and just the right ambiance.

So we had an order of hummus ( as usual when we're in a place like this), chapatti ( I like that it was so warm and soft when served), chicken biryani and a plate of beef curry. Oh, and yes, the lamb kebabs, of course.  Afterwards' we had coffee and a slice of cake between us and my eldest son. The youngest opted to stay home. 

Last night wasn't exactly date night but once again, the man wanted to go out for dinner. Said he wanted to do a bit of celebrating for successfully conducting a rigorous training for an well esteemed client. He put in so much work and preparation for that event and now that it was done, he wanted to unwind. Unwind means food. So he asked me what I wanted to have and I had in mind Tony Roma's. But when we got to the place and I scanned the menu, for one reason or another it didn't look that appealing so we went, once again, for spicy Mediterranean food!

It's been a couple ov' weeks laced with food luv' amidst work and stressing. I haven't gone back to my exercising thing so I'll probably gain back the weight I put off - and then some, haha! Lots in my mind right now and really, I'm looking forward to a quiet Friday night. I'll probably fix up a simple, and I mean, simple  dinner for my son - and for me.

The music that goes along with this post.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

♥¸.•*”Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥Making Joy and Happiness the Center of My World ~ Quotes I am Truly Inspired to Live By

"Be grateful for what you do have, and you will find it increases. I like to bless with love all that is in my life right now--my home, the heat, water, light, telephone, furniture, plumbing, appliances, clothing, transportation, jobs--the money I do have, friends, my ability to see and feel and taste and touch and walk and to enjoy this incredible planet." ~Louise L. Hay

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"Remember the things that gave you joy as a child. Incorporate them into your life now. Find a way to have fun with everything you do. Let yourself express the joy of living. Smile. Laugh. Rejoice, and the Universe rejoices with you!" ~ Louise L. Hay
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"Rejoice in the abundance of being able to awaken each morning and experience a new day. Be glad to be alive, to be healthy, to have friends, to be creative, to be a living example of the joy of living. Live to your highest awareness. Take your inner child under your loving wing. When it's frightened, say to her or him, "The past is over. I am here now." ~LOUISE HAY

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" We are not given a good life or a bad life. 
We are given a life. 
It is up to us to make it good or bad. 
~ Louise l. Hay

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Louise L. Hay has been a significant inner voice in my life lately with words and phrases that resonate so soothingly inside my mind. Like the first wift' of fresh wind after clambering out of a dank cave, her inspiration gently lifts my spirit.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Angel Behind Me

Angel Behind Me

`*.¸.*✻`*.¸.*✻ღϠ₡ღ¸.✻You wake up in the morning, and your purse is magically filled with 24 hours of un-manufactured tissue of the universe of your life. It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. No one can take it from you. And no one receives either more or less than you receive.
~ Arnold Bennett

AND -this is my one wild precious life, the feeling, the living, the angst, the crumby victory or two, the diving down deep deep deep into the deepest abyss of questionings and confusion and inner chaos and ( mostly manufactured)  fear of "did I do it righ?" or "maybe I could've done better?". Being a mom of two boys, or should I say men (I still grapple with the latter though they are both in their early 20's) I find myself even more in the muddle than when they were in their teens. The intense knowing that they will soon be on their own - truly on their own - gives me the jeebies'..I cringe when they have problems, or hurts, or when they get THAT look that says they're processing the reality of life. It's not all fun. You have to work it to be happy.

 I know how it is to be that age, starting, full of adrenaline and high convictions, ideals that are overtheroof, and a surveying of  the world with a nauseating haze of agitation, realizing it's no heaven. And when I try to "explain" how one should face frustrations and disappointments my counsel fleets away, I think. There was time I prided myself to be  a fount of motherly wisdom - I'd say anything and the lesson would sink. Not anymore. And even writing this down is surprising for me as I wasn't in the preripheral of thinking about them when I started typing. Flows, it just flows, and I am at that phase and stage in life and maybe this is to acknowledge it.

They are very well and good and full dreams and a bit jaded too. As I was at their age. I'll have to trust the days and the hours and the minutes into the powerful hands of the divine or might I, in doing not, make my life an endless documentary of  consternation and disquietude. Unbecoming. Does the world owe me an answer to the future? Of course not.

Faith. The angel behind me is behind them too.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Happiness is who you are: Joy is the living!

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your ow
n understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.”

~ Kahlil Gibran

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Joy, you know all too well that you alone are the word I dangle as a crystal pendant around my neck! I harken to you whispering  prayers and blessed incantations calling forth your redolent sweet spirit. I welcome and embrace the cadence of  your breathing into my heart, my mind, my life. JoY, you are my inner home. Joy, you are wings that give me flight. Joy, you are my sanctuary.  Joy, you are my living.

The days and the minutes and the hours can be trying. There is sadness, there is confusion, there is pain. My moments do not always reflect the genuine generosity of laughter's bidding. Downtrodden, even and at times half sick, I weep for peace because the world that surrounds me does not reflect the peaceable unpretentious quiet I have inside. This world is akin' to the mythical Babel. It is noise and perturbation; I am rattled that it will not get along with how I opt it to be.

It still surprises me how people can be cold and callous and rude. Even the affection that I give is thwarted and flung back in animosity. This blankets me in anguish, and though I am never one to look back at whatever fortune might have abided, and though I do not dwell in regret,  and though I turn the other cheek, still, yes, still... I share the plight of Lot's wife: petrified - reduced to a grotty' pillar of salt!

 In my darkest hurts, I shelter in a corner where I listen to my soul's faint moan for flight from this temporal body. And my being lets out a question even Richard Dawkin's has yet to spew an answer for. Who was I before I was me? Where was I before I am here? 
And then from nowhere the Spirit of Joy reminds me:  

“Something amazing happens when we surrender and just love. We melt into another world, a realm of power already within us. The world changes when we change. the world softens when we soften. The world loves us when we choose to love the world.” ~ Marianne Williamson
So that is the answer --> to love the world, just LoVe.
  • Love even the foreboding corners of veiled heartaches. 
  • Love compassionately even the tangled web of uncertainties that hover.
  • Love even the hallow, the crookedness and ungratefulness that assaults. 
  • Love, as Rilke conceded, even the questions themselves. 
  • Love the peace and even the noise.
  • Love even the darkness of the world
For if you do not love it all, then who will? Instead of railing, one must do a surrendering; In doing so one softens the world's abrasiveness. And just as a candle fairly casts it's glow, the world's somber dimness that pervades is gently illuminated by our surrender to love. There is no other way for we are annointed  to be Lightworkers. I have to love it all.

Now as I breath and relax and center my being, inspiration reminds me to take heart a deeply personal truth.
"Happiness is who you are and joy is the living!

Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Enchantments of April...s' far ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥

An account of bashful blessings.
"It is passion, yes. But it is not love, not as I understand is not a selfish need.It is not a hunger that must be should not exclude. It should make our lives broader, our hearts wider, surely. What kind of love is it that would lock us away, remove us from those around us. What kind of life is it to be alone.~ Dorcas Lane, Larkrise to Candleford
April Lunch in the Garden

April is heat! Blazing tropical summer days that appear to stretch soaky' sun drenched hours endlessly; languorous, defiant, and in instances merciless in playing flames with the mind causing  internal spurts of havoc that provoke sapped enervated tempers and sun stroked souls to whomp in weary exasperation -- and sneezing! We, creatures underneath a sun god sky, morph much like into  biting harangued fire ants that pester my garden insisting on existence, occupying the base of my mango tree wagging locked antennas in war stance lashing for territorial rights. Hah!  But, lest I make it appear, let me clarify that ---> April is NoT about ants and creepy creatures, No! Nor is it  about momentary fi·as·cos  of dispassionate connections, nOoooo! On the contrary....

April is a picnic summer basket of bashful blessings!  
And the month isn't over yet. S'far let me recount what most strikes me joyfully of the days gone by.

April is....
♥  Romantic starlit moon bright evenings!
♥  Irenic, sultry weekend afternoons reading in my backyard under the shady embrace of my "Mrs. Mango tree!"
♥ Connecting with an old friend and the resulting realizations that birthed from it.

 and April is the enchantment of...

♥ My discovery of Edna St.Vincent Millay! How I just swoon and live in her poetics!
♥ The witty Dorcas Lane! If I could only be as wise.
Larkrise To Candleford! All 4 seasons were so "wonder full"...I was overcome with forlorn to have reached the last episode. I feel so lucky to have chanced all complete episodes and seasons on Youtube! I fancied it as much as I did Rosemary and Thyme!

"Laura Thyme: What's your experience with goats?
Rosemary Boxer: None.
Laura Thyme: Chickens?
Rosemary Boxer: Only in soup or sandwich form."

and yes, may I make mention of even practical enchantments..
♥ 2 new air-conditioners installed!
♥ a bigger grander no- frost ref, haha!
♥ my eldest son enrolled in college summer class with just a few more units  to complete his college diploma in Legal Management
♥ my youngest son enrolled for his summer OJT and is now with a major media outfit. I hear he is having fun. He too graduates this year.


Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
   Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
   And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
   With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
   And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
   Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
   And then start down!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Welcoming The Merry Month of March

  7 Ways to Cultivate Joy   By: Chuck Swindoll

Want more joy in your day? Cultivate it! Joy springs from viewing the day's events from eternity's perspective. With this intentional focus, you're sure to see today differently — with more joy and conviction that God is at work in your life.

1. Rehearse with God the reasons you trust Him. Tell Him which of His attributes is your favorite right now. Read the praises of Scripture back to Him — begin with Psalm 103. Join with another believer in prayers of thanksgiving, and delight yourself in His character.

2. Keep a "joy journal." Record the reasons you have to rejoice and the reminders of God's faithfulness that you encounter in your everyday life. In addition, why not press a leaf from your prayer walks into its pages or include a photo of a person that brings you joy each time you remember him or her? Think big — expand your journal into a "joy box" or a "joy drawer" that brings floods of joy each time you open it.

3. Surround yourself with joyful people. Joy is contagious — so build relationships with friends whose lives exhibit their confidence in God. Pray for each other that your joy in Christ would continue to increase.

4. Approach life's challenges and trials redemptively. God doesn't waste the difficult circumstances of your life but uses them to develop His character in you. Review Romans 5 and James 1 for help in processing pressure productively. Joy will sneak up on you when you view your hardest lessons as gifts from God.

5. Make praise and gratitude a habit. Has God met a need? Praise Him! Have your challenges given you greater opportunities to see Him work? Thank Him! Joy flows from a grateful and responsive heart. Before you turn in at night, write down three to five blessings in your "joy journal." Make it a habit, and watch your joyful attitude grow.

6. Fill your mind with music. Listen to, sing, and meditate on music that draws your heart nearer to God and His Word.

7. Take the long view. Investors advise their clients not to worry about the daily ups and downs of the stock market — what matters is the long view. Does life present incredible challenges today? Are your reserves at a low, or are you enjoying a content plateau? Regardless of today's events, take the long view. Remember that God remains in charge of your days and will faithfully develop His character in you.

Remember, joy springs from viewing the day's events from eternity's perspective. Trust that God controls your life's details (Romans 8:28), that He hears your every request (Psalm 116:1), and that His joy will be your strength (Nehemiah 8:10).

Adapted from "Seven Ways to Cultivate Joy," Insights (March 2001): 2. Copyright © 2001 by Insight for Living. All rights reserved worldwide
 "In thy presence is fullness of joy.
"Psalms 16:11

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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February had wisps of ups and downs but nothing whatsoever to dispute it as the sweet month of lovingIt blew by so fast each day laced with it's own silver lining. How I wish I jotted down each day's blessing. It is currently my one big boo -boo, how I let the days pass without having written down what would've been so delightful to remember. I won no lottery, nor did I accomplish something earth shakingly grand to give me distinction, but there was a charm to the days that was precious to my heart. Right now let me try to recall some of it.  
1. Valentine's Day was SO special! The cake in this picture (above) is a testament to that! 

2. I bought the most gorgeous flowery plants that set my garden a' bloom. Now I know that this may read so ordinary, but for me the memory of coming across someone in a street corner selling blooms while my husband and I were driving by just at the most opportune moment when I was thinking of getting some potted beauties was smack serendipity.

3. I love that I found a means to watch Downton Abbey! 

4. The grandest thing February gifted us was the fruition of husband's hard work. True, you harvest what you plant! I am so proud of his accomplishments.

"Let yourself feel your heart wide open, knowing now that you hold the magic. See the image stamped permanently into your consciousness, and breathe in the words, “When I stand in being a warrior for love, all things come as they should.”
~ Debbie Ford

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Live, Love & Laugh

February Musings on the Wisdom of Celebrating Felicity
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Lady Wisdom has built and furnished her home;it's supported by seven hewn timbers. The banquet meal is ready to be served: lamb roasted, wine poured out,table set with silver and flowers; Having dismissed her serving maids, Lady Wisdom goes to town, stands in a prominent place and invites everyone within sound of her voice; 
"Are you confused about life, don't know what's going on? Come with me, oh come have dinner with me! I've prepared a wonderful spread--fresh baked bread, roast lamb,carefully selected wines. Leave your impoverished confusion and live! Walk up the street to a life with meaning. ~ Proverbs 9:1-6

Thanks a million dee' to chance that I read this verse early this morning after the events of having gotten' out of the wrong side of the bed and behaving like a half twit' bat  towards someone - ok - towards one of my sons who was frantically searching for a sock. But by golly' I have not been remiss in warning everyone that I am barely human before 9 am and goodness knows what groggy creature I may be at barely past 5  with nary a slug of coffee, bah!

• ♥ • All survived and it is a pleasant afternoon presently with me recalling that half a minute charged dawn mini-drama which all but placed an imperceptible dent on what is blossoming to be a pretty memory of a charming February. Much have I to recall of laughter and felicity and perhaps, yes, perhaps I could give myself a little pat on the back for somehow keeping "me" together during crookie' moments when times weren't so favorably right and I had the power within me to actually make things worse -> only I didn't, hahaha! Wee'..a bit grown wiser may I becoming? Perhaps, perhaps...

I am grateful for the inspiration of the Highest Wisdom who reigns me in and soothes my being when I whisper a prayer that twines around • ♥ • "please, I want to be strongly gentle...not riled or rattled or rock frenzied by muddled circumstances...let me be the bearer of wise silence when someone unburdens on me, patient and understanding and courageous in holding forth my two cents worth unless genuinely desired.. 

  And since it's February and one can be more than pardoned for being a little bit brash with bold pronouncements of "charmed living," (hehe!) it is Without Apology that I flagrantly brandish pictures of  --->
Living My Own Style of A Charmed Life!

"If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. It believes exactly what you tell it through the words you use to describe yourself, the actions you take to care for yourself. Tell the world you are one-of-a-kind creation who came here to experience wonder and spread joy. Expect to be accommodated." ~ Victoria Moran

Tis' with a strain of awkwardness that I try to live the above wit, for hooked maliciously on a strand of thought is a hair of guilt that I don't deserve to enjoy - anything; that every moment I cherish is selfishness on my part when there are so many I know wallowing in misfortune of some sort. It sounds mighty crazy but this truth brings out the most unsavory unladylike and quite repulsive side of my character; for instead of enjoying the moment and being grateful of life, I unconsciously reflect negativity, become gravely withdrawn and stoically project an ill perceived manner so flagrantly unbecoming. Thank goodness, that the great God in his marvelous mercy worked with time, and I daresay, through the love of my partner causing my inner person to relax and mellow and be serenely healed, if I may say so, of myself.  

Today, I fondly welcome these chains of beautiful simple abundance moments that always present themselves to me. I laugh, I love and live with a focus on the moment. And when I find myself being led to thoughts of doom, I wrestle it captive to the love of God. It's not easy. But I am not alone.

Now here's that bit of chocolate cake I had last luvy duvy' Valentine's day, hehe!  Bit of a surprise really - I wasn't expecting to go out that evening. The LOVE had a very hectic day and I preferred to celebrate a quiet evening at home. My cell rang mid- afternoon and he absolutely insisted that we go out. Wouldn't even tell me where,  so I was seamlessly thrilled by the mystery of it all, haha! Round 6 pm he picked me up and still - wouldn't divulge much info, until we reached city proper and stuck in traffic  gave the restaurant a call to make sure our table would be held  in reserve for us. Dawned on me, but of course, where else would it be most perfect to spend a lovely night but at TITANIA's Wine Cellar We had been there once  about a year ago for a platter of cheese and wine, and vowed we would be back for the whole deal as I was enamored with the place. What perfect timing!

How can I describe it - that night - except to say that both the place, the food and the crowd merged into a frolic of red upholstered loveliness  - quite a heady aura of "Phantom of the Operaesque" romance cloaked with a wonderfully fortunate ending. Suffice it to say, the evening qualifies as one of those memorable Valentines I would with fondness recall when I get to be all crinkly old (cute) and grey. 

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Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion if we can simply learn that as well as giving, it is blessed to receive with grace and a grateful heart. ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

Monday, January 28, 2013

Embracing January

Six things are requisite to create a happy home. Integrity must be the architect, and tidiness the upholsterer. It must be warmed by affection, and lightened with cheerfulness, and industry must be the ventilator, renewing the atmosphere and bringing in fresh salubrity day by day; while over all, as a protecting and glory, nothing will suffice except the blessings of God." ~Rev. Hamilton 1878 
WEEKEND - As I write I am sourly pickled in the thankless labor of *wheedling* out clutter from the home. It is a most unpleasant task and I am' half tempted to shirk the tiresome responsibility, eat a cake, and let it be. The work is laboring and ungodly languorous in its dopey senseless cloying cycle, sigh!  And no, I do not, honestly speaking, relish this drudgery one bit. ( Dear reader, I am complaining ridiculously in my mind through the tap tap of my fingers but not a single whine will be uttered by my person to a soul. ( i'll try....) 

This dusty distress must be dealt with and there is no one else to do it but me. Or, yes, actually, there is; I have a regular cleaning lady who comes in every 7 in the morning till 5 in the afternoon. I can put her to the task but that would be freewheeling and unbecoming  of me, to say the least. It  is  enough that the sweet lady helps me so  quite expertly with the laundry. 
 Tweedling around inside cabinets and closets, sorting through books, old clothes, worn out bags, shoes, as well as, the gathering, sorting and filing of old documents, plus, a spade of other  dee' dums is solely to be my primary occupation for the next three days as entered in my weekly plan. Ah, this is not how I envisioned my "sparkly" 2013 to be, haha! --The heavens seeming sympathetic to my plebeian plight has gently showered tendrils of encouragement for me to grasp. It has come just when I most needed it as all the nitty grittys have me slowly sinking into a pit of deploring discouragement; tired, flustered and feeling unwell. 
Glynnis Whitwer
The "15 Day Clutter Free Challenge" is a working blessing. As I go through a fresh routine of totally organizing and rearranging the inner storage of my home, I catch myself reeling from the bombardment of inner de-cluttering summons appearing one to the other in ferocious maniacal proportions! Ah, it is painfully herculean work, this fumigating of the insides, as I am time and again affronted with my own beloved antiquated flaws that have outlived their adolescent prime and desolately need disposing. More often, I am flustered and aghast with my sheer inability to live the education of what I have so meditatively poured my mind into that I cringe with frustration, my voice bleating thin, wan and weary. And then I realized that this is it - or that was it - what it was all about!

As my home comes to a new order, so does my whole way of being.   The process is messy but the outcome is serenity. Yes, January,  I embrace your beauty and grace and all the lessons I faced. And your remaining days I weave through my life with peace living this quote at heart:

" Perhaps now -- of all times-- when I am nearly bowed under physically, emotionally and psychologically by the minutiae of the mundane, is the very moment I need the reverence of poets who bear witness to the sacredness of  the ordinary. then perhaps I shall see, not just other people's belongings, but all the beauty, joy, and abundance that literally lies at my feet. "
                    ~ Sarah ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance

Prayer while organizing:
By Glynnis Whitwer

Heavenly Father, thank You for giving me so much responsibility. It shows Your trust in me. Help me to be a good steward of the assignments You have given me. Help clear the clutter in my mind as I work through this exercise. Bring things to mind that You want me to remember. It feels overwhelming to me right now, but I know with Your help, I can manage this. In Jesus name, Amen.

Lord, You know how hard it is for me to focus sometimes. It’s hard to figure out what needs to be done. I just feel overwhelmed and discouraged. I know You aren’t a God of confusion, so I ask for Your wisdom and clarity to help bring order to my chaotic mind. In Jesus name, Amen.

Friday, January 11, 2013

A night to remember

♥ January 2013
“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy again! Happy oysters, how appropriate! In manifesting a sparkly joyful day, the phrase "happy again" is a mantra I aim to whisper every hour the whole year through! I am both a dreamer and a realist ( the latter to a certain degree, heh!) knowing that itzy bitsy challenge are prone to pop up every once in a while; not to fret and not to fear for I have a stock of good perky memories and a particular penchant for the giggles to slide me through the ( just a few, I dare declare ) rough edges of life. Oh, here's a particularly Zen quote that definitely speaks of those times:
The Buddha confirmed that it is possible to live happily in the here and the now — even if you still have lots of pain and sorrow within yourself. Mindful breathing helps you become fully alive. And when you are really there, you can touch all the wonders of life that are available in this very moment for your enjoyment…for your nourishment…and for your healing. ~ TNH

Oysters make for divine happy memories, and yes, I'm an oyster lovin' gal' (true and true!) and can  slick up a bushel full if dared! In between Christmas and NYE, the Honey Doo' and I had a plate of some fancy baked beauties that cost as much as a basket load had it come from a plain wet market and steamed cooked at home. BUT, it's truly fun to soak in those once in a while refinements of glittery "ambiance" that a mighty fine tootsie place with all the right lights can deliver; so we enthusiastically plumped ourselves a seat, ordered quite decisively, excitedly divided the lot, left the fresh green decor untouched (haha!) and enjoyed the platter! We also had a tempting tasty full round of pepperoni pizza, a delicately melty' eggplant parmigiana washed sweetly by a fresh brewed slush tea and a margarita (later on) on the side. 

The glaze torched Crème brûlée with a cup of (true blue) Italian coffee lent a smooth refined ending to what was an exquisite evening of pleasurable tit for tat'...-- 2012 was such a serious hard working year, we rarely found the energy to just go out and relax, preferring so much more the familiar soothing corners of home. -- It felt good that night to mindfully be settled among a festive holiday crowd of diners whilst ( luv' the word) a succession of  soft croony'  classic Christmas songs gently wafted through the setting. We had a chance to look back that night and voice out a few realizations discovered between us. It surprised me to realize that preferences and tastes have so evolved, but still we do share the same "likes"  than ever before! We were actually searching for a jazzy place when we started the night, but as fate would have it, our footsteps were guided towards a beautiful corner where soft music was playing and everything was a twinkle relaxing, Right there we decided that such places are definitely us. I liked that. I like it when  something jives so deeply with not just me or him but both of us as one single entity. Joy! 

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter
and your lips with shouts of joy.
~ Job 8:21