In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely.
This little gift from me to you is based on a message from my Mom, originally published here with great love, and renewed, reviewed and re-energized today for all of us. Enjoy!
1) Make YOU your first love
I know, I know, this can be a tough one, especially since we are all imperfect, and we are often taught that we should strive to be flawless. The fact is, perfection, like fitting in, is vastly overrated.
Remember the story of the cracked pot? Love yourself because of your imperfections, not despite them. Make peace with who you are and where you are today, don’t wait for who you will be once you “fix” yourself.
a nurse her re rhyme
the king is in the parlour,
pissed off at his sister
the queens are in the pantry
finding ways to twist her
like the princess and the pea
she is quite contrary
the brat, the bitch, the mean old witch,
the cursed mary mary
what can be done to stop her dead?
her blog is such a bother
she blurts and spurts until it hurts,
and denigrates her father Read More…
As an Aquarian, I often find myself on the leading edge of change.
I’m an early adopter. I see possibilities where others don’t; I have a never-ending stream of ideas. I sometimes find it hard to understand why others don’t see what to me is as plain as day. Read More…
What do Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and US NSA whistleblower Edward Snowdon have in common?
Something fundamentally world changing it would seem.
Justin Trudeau is the newly elected Prime Minister of Canada, sworn into office Wednesday, November 4, 2015.
This little gem of an infographic made my day, week, month and year. Had to share. Thanks to SeranataFlowers.com for the information
Yep, fell over in middle of road in the midst of changing gears.
It may have been a derailer issue, or perhaps it was the fact that I couldn’t get my feet detached from the pedals quickly enough.
Anyway, I lay there for a bit to make sure I wasn’t dead.
Only slightly battered and bruised.
I was reminded of life. And was grateful to still be living it.
Got up. Dusted self off.
Checked for potential injuries. Found none of consequence.
Put the chain back on where it was supposed to be (learned that handy trick last year). Wiped eye with greasy fingers and smeared black crap all over face.
Got back on bike. Kept going. No other choice.
Equally worth remembering are: the delicious smell of lilacs, the rush of white water, crab apple trees in blossom, and a lone fly fisherman in the river.
P.S. it was a bike not a trike and I wasn’t naked, though I will be in the future and you can stay tune for that too 😛
“Paradox is the very core of the universe,” I wrote, having spent a good chunk of the last decade contemplating exactly that.
I keep running headlong into seemingly diametrically opposed ideas, facts, truths and the like existing in the same time and space and being equally valid. Impossible, but true.
Paradox fascinates me.
“I would prefer chaos to paradox, however, just semantics (grok)?” He emailed back.
“Chaos and paradox the same? Not really,” I thought to myself, and then decided to investigate further.
I turned to the repository of everything – the Internet. Read More…
Just when you think it’s going to be spring – oops! It’s winter again.
When you wake up to a morning full of snow, it’s great to strap on your “shoes” and take advantage of the beauty.
That’s what my friend Sue and I did on this mid-March day.
She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week.
“I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when we talked on Monday.
“Just look up,” she said. “And tell me what you see.”
So I did.
This poem is dedicated to her.
I love this.