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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Saturday, February 21, 2015

My Few Reasonable Words (✿◠‿◠)

“She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! 
Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.”  ~
 Jane Austen, Persuasion
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I am very very very very batty right now. 
Batty! Batty! Batty! 
I am the Queen of Illustrious Highness Battiness, tadah! 
Only help is my freezy' can of Coke, bag of chips and box of Oreo's. It is s-u-b-lime to be left unfettered to my gruesome munching devices; it would be wise for anyone within proximity to NOT make mention of my hideous gorging.

Of course I will suffer _ later. 
Remorse will be my due company.  I am enlightened aware that this impending cycle is my  doing: grump, munch, smile faintly, feel better, and wait for my junk food fueled dopamine high to wear off.  A staunch resolve to be good will commence, sans penitence. I know me so well. (✿◠‿◠)

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, 
see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, 
to speak a few reasonable words.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von 

In this wicked state, I might as well allow my mind to wander amongst the main road of a favored memory. There are constructions that enamor and pavements that entice - here are some pictures. I distinctly remember that moment as provocatively settling. How snug the conditions of my own personal adventure from which quiet I had this unfolding epiphany.

We are purposed by feelings, I realized
We come ALIVE to taste life's long table buffet of personalized emotions, the encounter of which shapes spirit and unfurls the soul. The trauma of encountering all manner and shades of feelings, the understanding, working and mastering of it grants us wings; human wings. Not so like the angels, for angels have no feet. 

We are us, and only  fully 'us' when we have encountered the evolution of our own inner selves; entirely separate,  living breathing creation from each other, but belonging to one another universally. It's the most beautiful thing, but we don't ever know that from the beginning, because our common nesting is a preconditioned earth of fear.

So we love each other with a magnitude of  underlying apprehension. We care for each other with an underlying distress, and we progress to adulthood yoked by this accidental ancestral fear. It doesn't matter who you are, where you are, where you came from, if you're rich or poor, we're all infected. That's why we want each other to be a certain way, talk a certain way, love a certain way. It's in the air, this contagion. It's in history. It's in the psyche. It's both genesis and genetics. 
Our feelings are guides, much like spiritual ones. 
We must encounter them, face them, talk to them, determine their truth, accuracy and fallacy. When we do, our minds awaken who we are and logic elucidates what we're meant do. As for fear itself; it is lovingly resolved to a faith that lifts our wings. 

These are my few reasonable words. 
I will now take a walk. 

Friday, February 13, 2015

"Of Cut-Up Cards and Cherub Gifties' "

Roselle Quin

"Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor... Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting."
-Mother Theresa
I wonder if the youth still celebrate Valentine's Day, the way we did when I was young?

It wasn't a day of garish spending, but of cut-up cards, heart pins, tiny cherub gifties' miniature heart chocolates. The day was framed in a Juliet  sort of way and reveled  in celebration of innocent frivolity. It was half- Easter - half Christmas in a red polka dot box topped with a ribbon of romance. If one had a sweetheart, then adoration, but if not, it didn't sullen the mood. Friendship was the focus, gaiety the goal, - heart the reason; a kinda'  love your neighbor world day. 

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One doesn't have to go along with the brassy commercialization of a day meant for bliss. The pressure of having to be with someone, the pressure of having to be in the right pricey place, the pressure of having to buy all the 'showy' accessories of a branded date, tsk, no - it won't guarantee fond memory. It's the everyday a-f-f-e-c-t-i-o-n that matters actually.

Valentine's Day is affection in motion. Give some and have fun! 

There is no remedy for love but to love more.
* Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, February 8, 2015

How to Live a Sunday

First you wake up and smile. 
Then you laugh -
at a crazy thought shared.
Afterwards, go for a dark Macchiato. 

And Salmon.
With eggs and capers 
 Tiddly' bits of all that's good.
Break bread.

Then think about it.
That special brownie.

Decide it might be good. 

Ten million decisions everyday.
The best ones done on Sunday.
Flowers and stout. 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

This Great Blissful Fragrant Incense: The Adventures of Mrs.Q

“Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. ~ Anne Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants

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I must take care of this blog like a newborn babe of my mine, pampered and fed with all the nutritious munchies' of life! It has been some time and kindness has doled out days of joy full occurrences wherein I found myself  doing  nothing but have fun! At times I had to ask, "is this allowed?" knowing what I was experiencing was a shift from what my body, my mind, my entire being was used to doing. My soul was gently coaxing, but it took a while for my self to accept the fact, that yes, I can simply put down my hair, or tie it up and enjoy. 
“You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.” 
~ Elizabeth Gilbert

Once my current reality settled, I decided to take charge of my happiness and took in the gardens, the temples, the art, the streets, the food, the tea and the people. Wonderful! Oh, and I have a gazillion photos, which I truly should upload in Flickr or in anther site - and I must, must, must do it asap!  Oh'I will chastise myself if I don't!
“Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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These pictures were taken last October 2014. A long time ago, I hate to admit, but the holidays took over my days and this humble homey' blog of mine was left unattended for the duration. My bad.