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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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The Dawn with Questions: Whines, Caprices and Fizzled Messages

This Tea pic taken at Shangrila Hotel BGC

“No one can lose either the past or the future - how could anyone be deprived of what he does not possess? ... It is only the present moment of which either stands to be deprived: and if this is all he has, he cannot lose what he does not have.” 

All these thinkings at two minutes to one in the morning! Always, always something on my mind. I am adrift in thought, considering the merits of the present, the future and what may be. I sit here, in the midst of breaking dawn sipping my lavender tea mulling my questions. What sort one may  ask; big questions, small questions, grand questions, minuscule ones - it doesn't matter what kind, as long as they are

The questions hold the key to clarity. If one asks the right questions, the correct answers come begging. If the mind throws out whines and caprices, like a weathered bent antennae, fizzled messages assail the cerebral.

Being a step in years from one young, naive and wondering, there is conscientious method to my themed queries. A mind behavior, precise and particular. Should I choose one path from the other? Should I consider one goal from the rest? Should I just go for it all?

At one am close to two on a Wednesday pre-dawn moment, one is apt is realize how good life is when saddled by questions, which either way,  bestows nothing less than appealing answers.  

“It loved to happen.” 
― Marcus AureliusMeditations

2:14 am
Sipping tea - still.
Nibbling on Quadratini Dark chocolate wafers.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Finding Romance Every Day

 "Living Romantically Everyday" By: Barbara Taylor Bradford
The swaying fact that I'm a hopeless romantic used to embarrass me - gravely. Oh, believe me,  I was once told I blabber in poetry instead of stomping to the point. Or that, I was too far up there, floaty - my aspirations Seussian and levitated as a gather of disoriented ghosts. I was unacceptably too vainglorious in pursuit of  fluff and vanity - pomposity most likely with ambitions much too grand for me.   Better walk on earth, come down and soil your step -  who are you to dawdle in luxuries of thought? 

 Often I would murmur the same ruthlessness - that I'm nothing but little pieces of wreckage.  This mini mental flagellation was the harshest impediment to my true being.  

 Then I grew up, and wised up! To date, I have gloriously dismissed   illiterate opinions affronted me. I continue to walk, no, make that - sashay- my way with feet always an inch above ground without abandoning my mind to the materialistic sways and manic caricatures of conceited society. Consumerism is anti-thesis to purity and profane to my taste. My soul prefers the ethereal. A life of elegant subtlety with hints of ephemera impressed in  candid creative living. I wear laughter.  :D
“You may believe that you are responsible for what you do, but not for what you think. The truth is that you are responsible for what you think, because it is only at this level that you can exercise choice. What you do comes from what you think.Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love:
The purpose of life as a woman is to ascend to the throne and rule with heart.”
― Marianne Williamson
Time is my spirit friend and the flowing of moments became as an orchid infusing fragrance that overcame my essence. I realized soon enough that I am who I was created to be - someone who sees stardust in specks of floating dust, someone who favors frills and lace and silver linings in the face of commonplace, someone assuredly plain and figuratively nobody enough who can rouse romantic living!

To complement my being, time offered kindred souls:  they who see baubles and filaments of inconspicuous luster in the crevices of mornings, afternoons and evenings.

Ah, these wonderful beings... they see the splendor of existence, they evoke it, live it and bewitch it as well.

They liberate charisma and cast potent spells into a moment, a person, an environment, a circumstance. They are the brave energy waifs of the world, warriors of ambitions, planters of visions, and Merlin's of execution who evoke inspiration. From them I cull knowledge on how to find a unique manner of being, a way of every day romantic living that is deliberate, focused and effective.

The first of them is my husband who endlessly reminds me of my power. A lesser man wouldn't do. Anais  Nin said it for me: 
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
At a winery in Sonoma Valley

Anais Nin dared to be exotic at an inconvenient era.  Saint and sinner, she lived a controversial telling tale of existence both twisted and sublime, of truth and mad lies penned in fact and fiction  that revolutionized a generation.

Elizabeth Gilbert awes me with the tidal changes in her life. The woman  adroitly surfs emotional waves and steers through her swirling life current with its ripple of changes that would render faint on me. She sees it all as - brave art. A  creative big magic maneuvering of sensations and actions that evokes a kind of adaptable attainable wisdom that renders meaning to everything. 

Sexuality expert, Dr. Esther Perel unearths relational complexities and grants decisive clarity to the most hidden agendas of long term relationships. Her practice bestows the best insights to questions on sexuality encouraging her personal patients and mesmerized worldwide audience to reconsider their current phase with the goal of becoming a more revived, fulfilled and relevantly happier individual, spouse, partner  and couple.     

To cap it, Queen Rania of Jordan is the only queen of a kingdom I would emulate. She is indeed, queen of her life, pursuing leadership in a manner I can't compare with anyone. The Jordanian queen is a fresh breeze on this earth, championing the cause of refugees, working for education, as well as, all manner of causes that benefits her country and inspires the world. I must say, there is nothing more romantic than a life lived this way. 

There are others I want to mention but this will do for now.  Finding romance every day is no sissy task. To deliberately create beauty and find beauty is what gives meaning to our lives. It is what we were  created for. To accept less and expect less and apathetically live  less than the goal of making the best in spite of the world's seeming darkness is to give up on life. 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work.” ― Marianne Williamson,
Cheesecake! Unfortunately, I've reached my quota for the year.
No sweets till Christmas. 
Mexico unbelievably suffered an earthquake - again! I am seated here with my coffee caught half way between lip and mid-air, sad and gravely sobered. 

The United Nations heard a seething speech on how certain rogue nations are likely lined up for err...roasting. No sweet feels there. Sometimes ballistic words need to be launched to target a meaning. Remember humanity, there is no rising from the dead in the event of a nuclear war, right? Who will carry the conscience?  

GAIA is traumatized! I can't bear to mention everything, and I'm not CNN anyway, but - the way catastrophes  and other calamities puss the planet this exact moment, you'd think a galactic virus had been beamed from space paralyzing our common sense to thrive! 

The world is a Shamalan movie meets Freddie Kruger, and unless you're darkly holed up in your own shades of grey self - cave, I've no idea how this universal dyspepsia could escape anyone. 

Doesn't mean we give in to despair though. No. Never.  As long as there are roses there is hope! As long as there are fields of flowers, and farmers of flowers,  and merchants of flowers, and establishments with flowers, and homes laced with flowers, and folks holding flowers, it means one thing: that the world is still partnered with love! 

Despite despots and despair the world breathes through people with an emphatic spirit of ascension. The brave ones that do battle with body, mind and soul. They dare look within their darkness to carve out a way for light.  Their transformation is so luminous, they evolve from mere breathing beings to somnolence of light. To meet them is to change,  and I have met some of them. 

Who are they? Where do you find them? 

Exactly, I cannot tell. One thing I know, they are not to be found in fancy restaurants, or in noisy bars, or in podiums of preachiness. They simply wander into your life when you are quiet and ready.  And there lies the secret. That in the midst of this world's chaos, you must invite the pure part of the mind to be your guide. You must allow it to walk you through distractions and forebodings until you have carved out your own pool of light. 

There, they will meet you, in your luminescence, bearing roses.  

“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of
Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

Thursday, September 7, 2017

All the Kerfuffles in the World!

Last month's little happy party for two.
Kerfuffle is the word!

Imagine to come across such startling vocable utterance to describe my self-abnegating commiseration for e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-ng! Pack the whole world and its utter lack of symbiotic compatibility, add my country's bedlam of miserable actuality, then throw in me and my capricious lack of everything. 

Don't mind my rag rat musings sigh...

I'm simply locked in a present state of inglorious perception. Everything seems to be such a depletion the past couple of weeks; the air, the vibe, the news, situations, relations, ugh! 😓It seems as if a type of chimerical bacterial gas of negativity was manically sprayed from the ether odiously intoxicating everyone.

OK, perhaps not everyone. I can't generalize and ascribe my personal apprehensions to all humanity, but really, it's an aura of vapidness wherever I turn. 

Then again, I'm most likely turning my face on the wrong side of the present, the dank doom face of life. Maybe tomorrow, it will be lighter

Maybe tomorrow it will sunnier.
Maybe tomorrow it will be less of a 'kerfuffle' in this world of yours and mine.