Saturday, November 30, 2013

Do you still hear your parent's voices?

It is rare that I hear their voice and that is a good thing, because they seldom had anything good to say to any of us. I am one of six children. Now that I am older it is easier to understand how their mental illnesses played a large role in their lack of parenting abilities. I believe that once I understood their hardships it was easy to forgive their shortcomings. Therefore, turn off their negative voices in my head. Forgiving them helped me tremendously. 

Friday, November 22, 2013

Flow is my goal...

While I occasionally have made goals, like finding a second job, my life goal is simply to exist with the flow of life as it blossoms. Dancing with the waves of life as they slide toward me is the way that I remain peaceful and content.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Where does your energy go?

I am sure many of you have heard this before. It is simple, what you think about most is where your energy goes. Do you think of joyful things or do you worry about everything? Does your energy go to build others up or break them down? I do my best to stay in a happy mood, sometimes by singing or humming a silly song. Zippity do da, is one of my favourites. It is an early Disney song. You can find it on YouTube. Any song or memory that makes you smile is a great place to focus your attention on when the day gets tough. Remember, if you dwell in low places your energy will be low, so focus on high energy, joyful, lighthearted things. Namaste

Friday, November 15, 2013

Creative Attire Encouraged...

RuthAnn Hirt
3/17/1997

 We are all creative in some way. Your way could be in caring for your family, maintaining your health or in artistic expression. Whether as a poet, a painter, musician, or dancer, we all have the right and obligation to ourselves to celebrate that creativity. When we allow ourselves to stifle that energy we are committing a slow suicide. I realize better than I care to admit that there are times in our lives when we must suppress this creativity in order to survive. Yet it is still there, yearning to get out, yearning to be birthed in order to give the parent new life. Do not deny yourself the right to celebrate your creativity. If at all possible, reach deep inside yourself, find your media - canvas, guitar, paper, cloth, the spoken word...

Find your media!
Express!
Explore!
Dive In!

To the freedom creativity can celebrate!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Trying to wake up...


Today is a COFFEE morning
This is just sweet...




I think I'll get another cup...

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Colors of Autumn...

My November is seeing many changes, mostly in the weather. We have gone from beautiful, colourful leaves to our first snow fall. Soon we will be bare of leaves and full of snow. Such is life, many seasons for many reasons...

Have you ever thought about your life as in seasons?


Wintertime
RAHirt
11/12/1995

The winters of life
       can happen in any season
The winters of life
       happen for many reasons
The winters of life
       seem gray and cold
The winters of life
       stir the faith untold
The winters of life
       will come and go
The winters of life
       when old dies away
             so we may be new...

Monday, November 11, 2013

Feelin' Good...

This is me, as I waited for my taxi to go out on Saturday evening. I went by myself, I have always liked going out by myself and making new friends. I sat with a couple on their first date. As comfortable as they seemed I would have thought they had known each other a long time. They welcomed me into their conversation and we shared a few drinks. I was home by 11 p.m. I am told that is when all the fun starts, but not for this gal. I am usually awake at 5 a.m. and I still slept in until 8 a.m. Life is good, you just have to look at it that way. Even when it seems a little crappy, focus on the good. Namaste

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Untitled...

A single leaf cascades

through autumn air

tumbling

       twisting

               turning

as it reaches it destiny.


A lone drum beats

echoing

in the frozen valley

calling...

those who dare to hear.