Transition…

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IMG_6835I know when it happened for me, looking back in this moment, it was long awaited. The transition of understanding a higher level of what real love can be and the meaning or feelings behind it. Loving another unconditionally without any need for commitment. A deep friendship that you know will stand the test of time.

Love takes it’s toll on all of us at some point in our lives. We accept the consequences as soon as we take a step forward with a potential love interest. It can be daunting if you’re not ready or have had your heart bruised more than once. Given the chance I would take that step over and over knowing what may come my way. Hearts always mend if we give ourselves enough time.

I have finally understood that love does not need romance to fuel it’s flame. Love is pure and simple. Love comes to us when we least expect it. To love another human being is to accept them for who they are not forcing them to change to meet our needs. When we open our hearts exposing our intimate thoughts, bare our souls and accept, love deepens beyond our wildest dreams.

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Landmarks in Life ~

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IMG_6835We are all part of Landmark events; the birth of a child, a wedding, the passing of a loved one, a success in life. Each waypoint becomes a memorable time in life waiting to be revisited when we feel the need. When we allow these moments in time to resurface, feelings emerge and we reflect on how each of them changed who we are. We connect our dots. They eventually define who we are as a whole. Each one of these Landmark events is part of what develops our core.

I recently added a dot to my journey in life. I feel as though I have a blank sheet of music that awaits the melody I will create. The people I meet along the way are the notes, those who are a constant in my life are that familiar chorus, the memories we make together will become the lyrics to my song. Each chord that is played will evoke a feeling that will resonate with me for years to come. Some verses in my song will haunt me, others will overflow with passion, some will bring a ((((smile)))), others may well a tear to the surface that will courageously take its own path and gently slip away.

As we walk along our path creating our music in life we will be joined by a select few who will walk with us for our entire journey. Others will joins us to teach us a lesson or two and then fade away off into the distance. Some will walk with us long enough to challenge who we are and may even change our path. There will be few who will feel like home that will unconditionally love who we are and accept all the musical genres we have created. They will fight for us. They will stand strong at our side no matter where we choose to go.

We all meet those who make their mark in our lives. We may not play with them as often as we would like, but they are instrumental in helping us write our song. We learn in time that when we need them to hum that familiar chorus they will, when the time is right. They are part of who we are, our internal compass, that finds us and brings us back home when we are lost amid the chaos in life.

T ~

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2014 The Year of Being Content!

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IMG_6568Relaaaaaax…what could go wrong? We spend so much time thinking and not doing, holding back, not taking chances. We fear the unknown, we hide our eyes, we no longer seek the truth, we wait and worry.

Music takes me to that far away place my soul calls home. As I savour a glass of red and write that ember that hides deep within my existence starts to grow. I must admit life feels rather good at the moment. I am open. I am free. I seek the truth and drift into the clouds.

It’s healthy to escape the chaos…necessary even. Music is the instrument that helps me get there. I can feel myself letting go of all the trivial things that build up throughout the day as I sit surrounded by a melody. I have a warm glow radiating from a place that has felt dormant lately, a place I can usually escape to in a moment of silence. Silence, a place becoming extinct within us. A place we don’t visit often enough. Finding that silence is like going home.

The evening starts to unravel as my thoughts dance with my imagination. The sound escorts my worries away. In this moment I let go. I am able to quiet the noise and hear the beauty in my solitude. Free of everything that keeps me grounded, It’s time to sit amidst the clouds and contemplate my existence once again.

I think we all need to sit and remember that our time here is limited, before we know it we will be moving on. Times up, take chances, do what you love, make a difference, change a life, share, give, love. Just be, no judgment, no worry, no restrictions, no boundaries, float through the day with whomever crosses your path.

Be open to the sound of silence.

I have relaxed a great deal over the years but lately I feel different. I feel content to share the room, or not. I don’t feel as though I should be doing anything other than what I am, right now in this moment. I have surrendered to the Universe with not a worry in the world.

This magical ride we call life is ours to create. We choose who we share it with. We choose where we explore. We choose.

Entice all your senses as your journey begins in a New Year where endless possibilities are waiting to be uncovered.

Listen, See, Feel, Touch, Taste, Trust and most of all Love with your entire Heart ~

Happy New Year!

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Merry Christmas!

0E915821-6BB9-4E73-BF4A-7CF9B34DFD28Merry Christmas Everyone! This is classic when it comes to Christmas tunes, it makes me smile each year. Musicians have been using their voices to change the world for years. I love when talented people join forces to make a difference in the world. This is a great example of what can be done when we work together.

So when you are spending time with your family this holiday season remember to give to those who are not as fortunate.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas!

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Forever Changing…

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IMG_0096_3_2When you let go of expectation in life, things change. Expectation breeds disappointment. Disappointment stops us from taking chances. Most of us have taken a chance with our hearts but not without fear that the crack we have already tried to mend over time will continue to grow. What must it feel to have a heart that has not felt the power of love. For if you have felt this love, you have experienced what our heart is truly for.

Expectation is rarely greeted with a smile. Disappointment is always felt with a frown. I don’t like the feeling of being expected to do something that I am not ready for. Putting yourself in the shoes of another allows you to understand how a simple expectation can change the path on which we walk.

I feel homesick now and then because what I once had is so far away. I have to reflect deep inside to muster up the feelings that used to sit near the surface of my being. A distant memory that is fading with time.

I have done a lot of soul searching over the years. I have learned to take time for myself to grow and evolve in matters of the heart. I have found peace amongst the chaos that would normally ruffle my feathers. There are many different shades of love if you open your heart to the possibilities.

Love is forever changing. Learning to love oneself is the most important love you can give.

So although life feels like it is forever changing and what was is no longer, we can still find a place that makes sense to us.

A place we feel warm and safe on our own.

T

The Artwork above is of the Beautiful Spirit Kathy Kromer. Although we have never met we connected through her artwork, her having the passion in doing it and I having the love for hearts. I came across her site and fell in love. We connected, she followed my writing and I envied her ability to create her art. After getting a sense of who I am and my love for hearts, she said this painting was meant for me and she sent it to me out of the blue. I am reminded each day to “Fall in Love with Life” and I smile every time I think of Kathy!

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Inspiring at Any Age!

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IMG_6140I haven’t had much time lately to take a breath let alone drift off into my own imagination and write, but I did find the time to watch this inspiring video about “Fabulous Fashionistas.” It was worth watching and I could relate to each one of these Fabulous women in one way or another!

I have never really had a sense of style. I like classic black or odds’n ends which don’t really match but I like the pieces individually. As a young girl I just wore what I liked, didn’t really think about if they went together. I care not if anyone likes how I put myself together and get ‘the look’ from my daughter regularly. The hardest part of getting dressed for me is finding a shoe that fits, not size just type. This picture cracks me up because I get it! See Jordan, the shoes can be clunky and work! Hey Granny, nice boots! The hair…debatable but again funky, not beige! I will no doubt be sport’n long grey locks at some point in my later years.

This TV Documentary on BBC features six women of advanced years (<~~~~their average age is 80 ~HA!) who share a love for style and a “screw that” attitude! I don’t share a love for style but sign me up for the “screw that” attitude! Ya gotta love women who become more feisty with age! I love all of these women and their desire to keep going at every age, with no plastic surgery or botox!

Check out the vid ladies…

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“Jealous Of The Angels”

66821_234091456740446_1156119800_nI posted this last year but felt the need to re share it with you as a reminder that Monday is NOT a holiday but a day to remember those who came before us, and those who give themselves today so that you and I have the freedom we sometimes take for granted.

We don’t have to allow the commercial aspect of marketing to rush us into the next holiday on the ‘list’ so quickly! Remembering those who gave their lives for our freedom should be savored. Remembering those who lost their lives regardless of the battle they fought should be remembered in our hearts forever.

Loss affects every one of us. Death will greet us all, eventually. Risking your life for the lives of others is the ultimate sacrifice. Material loss means nothing to those who survived a battle…of any kind. Loss puts life into perspective. We need to continue being the change we want to see in our world and appreciate the gift that those who came before us gave. Battles are fought but not always won, leaving a legacy behind to be remembered.

The Heroes who fought to give us our freedom are being whisked away too quickly so we can drown in the madness of gross obsession for stuff none of us need. Stuff! Where has all the meaning gone? Wants and needs have become one of the same. They are NOT the same. What we need is to get back to the basics before we can’t see through all the distractions swirling around us, calling us like a deep seeded addiction calls an addict. Consumerism…we have all taken a hit of that drug. STOP the madness!

I don’t think we take enough time to appreciate what’s truly important in life. Health, freedom, spirit, love, friendship, unity and peace. The essence behind what is lovely in life is being over powered by marketing, money and greed. We can’t allow the human spirit to be set aside for such meaningless garbage!

We are reminded often lately how precious life is. The love that is present in our hearts for those who gave their lives selflessly can’t be forgotten. Lest We Forget is a phrase to caution us against forgetting those who died in war.

We can’t take any of our possessions with us when we leave this world, but I do believe when one is awarded with a ‘medal of honour’ it transcends with whom it belongs in spirit. Honour in your own way those who left you behind. Give those you loved their very own medal of honour to take with them when they go.

Human spirit rises in tragedy. We naturally reach out to those who experience a loss, it’s human nature. Compassion is alive and well. We are surrounded by Heroes in memory and in life as are we surrounded by Angels. I like to believe our Heroes get first dibs on the Angels waiting…and our Angels are past fallen Heroes giving themselves once again.

“Jealous of the Angels”…by Jen Bostic

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Top 5 Regrets…Listen Up & Take Notes!

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IMG_0096_3_2There is no time for regret in life and although we all have a few, here is some insight to help lighten the load! I found this on LinkedIn and I felt the need to share because thats what I like to do.

Nurse reveals the top 5 regrets people make on their deathbed. 

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. This was the most common regret of all. When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made. It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard. This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence. By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings. Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result. We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying. It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier. This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying. Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

Svaha ~

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Intellect…

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TracyHave you ever stood gazing into the eyes of a man and found yourself being turned on by his intellect. No…me neither, but by his body for sure! I’m kidding! I absolutely love in-depth conversations with the opposite sex. Intellect is sexy and when you add a splash of humour (insert angels singing here)…irresistible! When a man and women are intellectually connected it’s stimulating beyond control. The right conversation gets the juices flowing leaving us tingling with excitement! Its like a duel with dialog! Imagine that for a moment (day dream pause) a handsome guy who knows how to turn you on with his mouth using intellect! Women don’t want cheesy lines or cheap verses they want a man with substance who can also teach them something outside of the bedroom. That’s sexy!

I am not talking about men who have the gift of the gab I mean men who are incapable of being manipulated by women who use their sexuality as a tool to get what they want! Men who are looking for a woman to turn their brain on excites me! Conversation is key to any relationship lasting past the bedroom. You can be sexually attracted to someone and not have anything in common when it comes to intellect. Eye candy just doesn’t cut it when you want to take it to the next level! I’d give up the candy to have the man who can seduce me with his mind any day! I love smart men!

Knowledge is power and with power comes responsibility. Doesn’t the handsome man in the picture above look like he would be intellectually stimulating, powerful, responsible and incredibly sexy all at the same time? Great ad campaign if he’s not!

Seeking more knowledge allows growth of the human mind. I find a man who seeks knowledge very attractive, it shows a thirst for life. It shows they’re always wanting more, in turn making me want more…in more ways than one! Intellect is sexy!

~ The photo above is from the website Alex Cannon one of the leaders in fashionable sportswear, New York!

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Where Do Ideas Come From…

10355932-ideas-for-writers-and-artist-to-portray-ideas-and-motivation-written-on-a-closeup-of-an-old-typewrit IMG_0096_3_2Where does inspiration come from? Neil Gaiman pretty much sums it up for most creative types, I think. Inspiration for me comes when I allow my mind to float and be free of all outside stimulus. I can be sipping java in peace or standing in a line up with chatter filling the room. Our lives have become so busy the traditional sitting down at the keyboard waiting for inspiration to strike is no longer the writers way. I catch myself in the moment, like Neil says, and grab onto it and literally take notes or it’s lost! Once the idea is identified I run with it, literally, allowing my mind to get to a meditative state where I can let my imagination run wild.

I ran yesterday for the first time in 5 months, after breaking my foot. I felt like I was finally balanced internally and externally. I was advised to let running go, but I need it to purge the daily fragments from my mind making room for creative ones that stir up what sits deep below the surface of who I truly am.

What inspires me? Passionate people…feelings…the ocean…music and the desire to stir up emotions with words that when strung together make your heart sing!

Finding Lyrical Beauty in Everyday Happenings! 

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A Feeling…

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IMG_0096_3_2Music fills the air as I let go of this world and start my journey into the night. I become weightless as I float gently through an opening in the clouds. I have no conscious thoughts as I free myself of what was and open myself to what is.

Emotions run high as I close my eyes in anticipation and begin to walk slowly up the spiral staircase. I can hear my own heart beat as I go into a deep meditative state. A sense of calm leads me to the wood door I know so well. As I gently place my hand on it, I feel his energy flood the room. He was waiting for me this time. His energy wraps around me, he is home, he is safe, he is pure undeniable love. I see more clearly than I have ever before, yet my eyes are gently closed. Our breath synchronizes, building with each moment. He is warm, the air is cool…a sensual contrast. His strength is more powerful and protective of me this time. He is ready to take the next step. I hear him inhale my essence as he comes close to touching me. His thoughts pure and intimate pull me closer to him with each breath.

I yearn for him to reach out and touch my heart with his bare hands. I need to feel his flesh come alive. Without words, sideway glances, a breath away from our eyes connecting for the first time. I feel him brush against me sending shivers down my spine. I have no control of my movements. He wants desperately for me to look deep into his eyes, I can feel it. I slip back and forth from thought to feeling, unable to see him clearly. Something is coming between us I can’t control. My thoughts overpower my feelings holding my heart at bay. I keep gently slipping away connected by the thread of desire. Desire to feel his entire being collide with mine.

He stands behind me close enough to feel his breath on my neck. His lips graze my cheek. His scent is intoxicating. His hands wrap around me like a force protecting me from the world that surrounds us. I stand in the shadows of my dream not wanting to return, not knowing what will happen next.

The morning air waits patiently for me to open my eyes as I start my decent from the night. A breeze gently blow a wave of emotions across my exposed skin. The moment I am conscious the feeling of his warmth washes over me. My night dream comes rushing back as tears flow down my cheeks, knowing. Laying half naked not ready to open my eyes I relive the feelings from the night. My heart steps back into the shadow as my thoughts wake with the sun.

I can recall the feeling as my memory fades, so familiar it haunts me.

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Truth Be Told ~

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The truth can crack your heart forever, it can also set you free. A double edged sword for sure. It can surprise us like watching Bambi vs Godzilla for the first time! You can’t change what you don’t know. It can be refreshing and hard to hear all at the same time.

I love the male energy as you all know. I have lots of male friends and love each and every one of them because they speak the truth. Men in general are uncomplicated creatures. Women on the other hand, can make the simplest thing the most elaborate undertaking. <~~~~ me included…apparently ((((smile)))

Complication seeps in when we over think things, in my opinion. If we can stay in the moment and follow our heart and live lean we have less to worry about which releases the complicated factors. Back to basics. When I just go where the wind blows me I don’t seem to have a care in the world and life just seems to happen. Somewhere along the line I lost my carefree self. I come back for visits now and then but never seemed to unpack my bag for long. Now I can’t even find the bag, maybe that’s the problem, there was no bag to find!

We have learned over time to add layers to our truth complicating it each time and so it’s sometimes difficult to peel them off and see what really lies deep beneath our coat of social acceptance and behaviours. I find the truth to be an incredibly attractive quality, even when the words are not what I hoped to hear. A person who can speak the truth is allowing things to just flow as they should, not worrying about time lines or selfish needs. When did I stop just going with the flow? When did I stop saying in a southern drawl “Well whyyyyy not!”

Words spoken from the heart are raw and untouched not influenced by the beliefs of society. They are unique to who releases them and those who embrace them. I have faced many truths in the last 5 year that have lead me to find out more about who I am. Just when I thought I figured out who I was becoming another truth is gently handed to me. Sometimes we meet kind souls who take chances in exposing the underlying realities of who we are, that we don’t see in the mirror. If we are ready to hear the words we can move a step closer to having a quiet mind. The questions cease, our inner dialogue starts to whisper and we find ourselves more open and willing to see what needs to change. We become free. There is nothing purer than simple freedom. Freedom within ourselves.

I was handed a gentle truth and for the most part I didn’t want to hear it, but I did. I looked within myself and accepted it as a gift. I processed it and agreed for the most part that I needed to hear it. I asked a question and was given an honest answer.

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

The courage to change the things I can,

And wisdom to know the difference.”

Thank you for those who are brave enough to tell the truth.

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Musical Seduction

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IMG_0096_3_2I could hear the music as I approached the open door. A hand written note said come in ~ I paused and closed my eyes listening to the feelings that had already started to seduced me, as he strummed his guitar. I let the music take me. I stood silently in the door way, not wanting the melodic moment to come to an end. As he played I felt his hand reach out for me to join him.

His low sultry voice sent out lyrics that pulled me closer. I quietly stepped further into his space bracing myself for what was in the next room. I leaned my back against the wall to catch my breath. I felt the energy of the room come alive. Lyrics danced freely through me. My heart was open beating like a drum. As the melody warmed the surface of my skin a cool breeze blew through the room sending goosebumps up my spine.

His creative juices flowed effortlessly toward me, touching me, urging me to come closer. He sensed my presence as I walked slowly toward him. He smiled before he looked up at me, anticipating the moment like it was a musical piece he had already played over and over in his head. I could barely contain myself. I was lost in every note. My smile came and went as he played each chord. I stood staring as he continued to open himself up to me. It was an intimate moment that I can not explain having never met before in person.

His last strum lingered in the air allowing both of us to catch our breath. He gently placed his guitar on the couch beside him and stood staring back at me. Not a sound was made when the music stopped. He closed the space between us. Inches away he put his arms around me pulling me in to his neck and chest. He was still vibrating from the energy of the music. We mixed together for the very first time. There were no notes or lyrics, only feeling filled the room that made me want to dance.

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Life is Fleeting…

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IMG_4459We can’t go anywhere without reading a quote of some sort telling us to Live, Love or Laugh, do this, say that. Facebook is notorious for messages, so much so that even I have stopped reading all of them because my time has become so precious. My house is filled with messages…”Inspire” ~ “Freedom” ~ “Life needs more green lights!” Quotes are little snippets of thoughts that are supposed to makes us stop and think, even if for a nano second. Are the quotes becoming too frequent to absorb? Have we become desensitized to inspiration because of them? Does anyone actually contemplate their meaning anymore? Do we stop and smell the roses at all or are we all just drones who work 9-5, eat sleep and do it all again day in and day out. Where has the Whimsy gone? I want Whimsy! “What is yours will not pass you by” <~~~~ bullshit! It’s passing us all by because we all have our heads down in our message screen oblivious to the world around us! No one wants to take chances anymore. When was the last time you had eye contact with someone that made your stomach flutter! When was the last time someone said something to you that actually made you think? We are all too tired to even be tired anymore.

If you want to be inspired, spend some time in admiration of the elderly. They were once sitting right here thinking where has the time gone? I’ve been wondering how my kids could possibly be teenager! Where has the time gone? I am heading toward being ‘the elderly’ as I speak! Time flies when you’re having fun and news flash…even when you aren’t! So be in the moment and be grateful for each one you have!

I have really been affected by a couple of elderly men who come into my work and spend time chatting with me. They feel like real men who have lived, loved and laughed I am certain of it. They remind me each time I see them that life is fleeting and we don’t know when our time will be up. One has his lovely wife still with him, the other was not so lucky. Both get the biggest smile I can give when I see them walk through the door. They’re grateful to be here, living another day with their health and enjoying each moment. I have always loved older men, something about them that melts my heart. They have this silent, knowing look about them. They don’t need to boast or brag about what they did or who they are or what they’ve got. They are content with keeping from where they came to themselves. I can tell by the look in their eyes that they have a secret ember flickering inside that once lit up a room!

Anthony always starts our visit off with “you’re beautiful” and then he reaches out and touches my hand gently and smiles. I love Anthony! He told me to go for what I wanted, not to worry or think about it, whether it was a man I had my eye on or a new path in life! He brightens up my day and reminds me I can do anything I set my mind to. He said “If a man doesn’t treat you kindly and take his garbage out then move on after you konk him over the head!” <~~~~ his words not mine. Anthony is 83;) “Treat’em rough and tell’em nothing!” was advice from my Nana to me in regard to men! I think Anthony would have gotten a charge out of my Nana. I think the elderly and by elderly I mean over 80, think we aren’t made like they used to be. They have the wisdom to be calm and mellow. I agree. Times were tougher, you had to suck it up to survive. You didn’t give up because it wasn’t a choice. You did what needed to be done or you were done. Character building days!

I think we have a lot to learn from those who were in our shoes not too long ago. If you take the time to find out what they wish they had done different or what they wouldn’t have changed, we might all live a little more and worry a little less!

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Life is fleeting…find your passion and start sharing it before you find yourself with the feeling of regret and wonder of what would have been if you had just taken that step.

Here are a few of my favourite quotes that have made me think in the last little while.

“You’re imperfect and you’re wired for struggle but you are worthy of love and belonging.” ~Brene Brown

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…and just one more that made me giggle~

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Svaha ~

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Undeniable…

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IMG_0096_3_2The raw chemical connection makes no sense. It just is.

We try to distance ourselves from one another but in time find our bodies entwined inhaling the energy of the other like a drug we can not live without.

I have tried to deny our connection in my mind many times, but my heart keeps leading me in a circle back to him each time. He breaks through my walls when his eyes connect with mine. He sees me. There are no rules or predetermined ways in which we are expected to be…we just are.

I close my eyes to join him. His scent lingers tempting me to draw in just one breath and try to walk away. I am unable to inhale his energy and release him. He stands as close to me as he can without touching my skin, making me wonder if he is only within the confines of my mind. I am afraid to reach out and not touch him.

I feel his breath on the side of my mouth, his lips desperately want to kiss mine. The heat of his body warms mine with an undeniable burning desire to have me. I can feel his want twisting and turning into a need, like a turbulent storm brewing with a force that can not be reckoned with. We are standing in the middle, captured by the raw energy neither of us have words for. We have no choice but to ride it out to see where our bodies land.

I open my eyes to see his looking deeply into mine. I am safe and unafraid as his strength reaches around my waist grabbing me forcefully toward him as the world around us spins out of control. His powerful presence releases my fear of the unknown as I surrender to the storm letting go.

Eyes still closed, I awake to the feeling of warm rain splashing on my face, washing down my flesh. As my lashes lift up, my dreamy brown eyes are exposed to him between my legs leaning over me. He is looking right into my soul wondering as am I what just happened.

Undeniable…

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Moral Compass

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625565_10151296502307032_1928783634_nMoral Compass ~ An inner sense which distinguishes what is right from what is wrong, functioning as a guide (like the needle of a compass) for morally appropriate behaviour. The full range of virtues, vices, or actions which may affect others and which are available as choices to a person, to a group, or to people in general. 

From a very young age we are taught right from wrong, good vs evil. We are all born with a clean moral slate, that gets tarnished along our path in life as we live and learn. Tarnish isn’t permanent, what is beneath the tarnish can be polished to bring back the shine that comes from within, if we are aware of our own moral compass.

images“Do unto others as you would have others do unto you” is so basic and rightfully labeled the Golden Rule! How is your moral compass these days? I think if we all checked in once in a while and asked ourselves what worked well and what we could improve upon in our daily lives, whether it be at work or personally, we might learn a few things about becoming better human beings and be more productive.

I think the teaching or guidance needed to differentiate between right and wrong is slipping between the cracks in the younger generations. We have lost the art of communication. No one take the time anymore to communicate and find out what we can do to improve ourselves. No one wants to hear the truth anymore. It’s almost frowned upon.

The days of a hand-shake agreement are lost. Ones word is no longer something you can take to the bank, so to speak. I hate to say it because I am a silver lining seeker, but I think generally speaking the human species moral compass is off kilter. Moral values, integrity, respect, consideration and honesty are becoming diluted in our society. People with their moral compass intact are becoming few and far between.

I leaned the term Kaizen at work the other day and I think its principal can be used at home as well.

Kaizen” is a Japanese approach to the workplace that has proven to be a famously effective Best Practices strategy with companies like Toyota, Sony and Envision Financial among others. “Kai” is defined as continuous improvement while “Zen,” a more familiar term, is loosely translated as for the better or “good.” Therefore, kaizen is to make “continuous improvements for the good.” Make sense?

Kaizen follows three principles: 1) process and results; 2) systemic thinking (the big picture); and 3) non-blaming, because to blame is counterproductive and wasteful in practice.”

How can you not improve by following this practise? It resonated with me and I plan on using it in my daily life.

“The two focal points of the principles are continuous improvement and respect for people. The principles for a continuous improvement include establishing a long-term vision, working on challenges, continual innovation, and going to the source of the issue or problem. The principles relating to respect for people include ways of building respect and teamwork.”

I like to think I have been on the right or good side for the majority of my life but I am human and have strayed to the wrong side on more than one occasion. Nobody’s perfect. There is a reason we are taught to do things a certain way and although it’s not completely clear as a child, it does become apparent as we age and grow into young adults. The right way is also debatable, and not always the short route. Being open to learn is a start in the right direction.

I used to tell my kids that they were not bad kids, sometimes their actions were not the best choice but in order for them to learn they needed to push buttons and boundaries to see the reaction that followed. Take away the ‘reaction’ and they have no compass to direct them along the right path. This is no different in the lives of adults. If you allow someone to treat you with disrespect, how can you blame them if you don’t give them an unfavourable reaction? That is how we learn. We do, we see and we either do again, or change to get the outcome we were hoping for.

Every action gets and deserves a reaction. Sometimes we are the one who acts and sometimes we are the ones who react. Both allow us to grow and evolve our human spirit.

So the next time someone reacts to your action, ask yourself  ~ “What could I have done to get this reaction?” Think about how your actions affect those around you and put yourself in their shoes to understand and be aware that your word through voice or script can affect those around you in a positive or negative way. It’s your choice!

Svaha ~

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Dusk to Dawn

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I was lulled into bliss by the rhythmic motion of the Oceans heart beat that gently rocked the hull of the sailboat. It felt sensual, like making love to the man who moves you.

The light of the moon shimmered across the water, illuminating the beauty of the night. Silence lingered in the air waiting for nature to whisper in our ears. A warm breeze gently washed over my dewy flesh leaving a subtle fragrant scent for him to inhale when he woke. His body was my veil keeping me warm and safe as I lay floating amidst my wildest dream.

My warm moist flesh was illuminated by the aura of the moon trying to coax him to open his eyes once more. I felt him start to rouse as he slowly inhaled the sweet scent left earlier to tempt him. His body pulled mine in closer as his strength explored my curves. The warmth of his hand mixed with the chemistry waking between us stimulated a reaction that moved across the surface of our skin in unison. The heat of our chemistry together in this moment was a recipe for seduction.

He slowly brushed my cascading hair to one side exposing my back to him. I felt the light sheet that covered us lift off my waist and fall away exposing my naked body. His warm lips caressed the sea of flesh that patiently waited for him. As he turned me toward him he reached to my cheek with a look of wanting in his eyes. His touch lead him down my neck to my shoulder pausing while he took a deep breath. He consumed my décolletage. His eyes met mine mesmerizing me as he looked deep inside my soul. We kissed intimately. We lay exposed to one another in mind body and spirit. Without a single word spoken he asked for my hand and we took the step together.

I would close my eyes and surrender my life for this moment to last forever.

Alone with nature looking-on, embracing the love that filled the air we became one, entangled together. There was something so surreal and sensual about being completely exposed in the light of the moon, surrounded by natures energy. Music filled the air like a symphony of feelings that swirled between us as we moved with the rhythm of what was…

We savoured each second not wanting this moment to pass…ever.

We were lulled into sleep by the rhythmic motion of the Ocean heart beat that gently rocked the hull of the sailboat. I, with the man who held me tight moving me beyond love and my wildest dreams and he, with the woman he would love and be loved by forever.

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Challenge Yourself ~

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TracyNo matter what challenges appear before me, I will survive. Whether the challenge is career based, facing rejection in matters of the heart, or financial reconstruction, life goes on. Life is about connections, forming relationships whether in business or personal areas of your life.

I recently started a new job where my co-workers have blown me away with how much support and patience they give me each day. I entered into this position a little out of my element having never worked in this particular field before. I am a creative, and didn’t see the bridge between creatives and the financial world before. When you get support from your colleagues you can’t help but step up and face the challenge with a positive outlook. Just as in matters of the heart, support from friends and family always helps in making decisions, whether we want to take a chance on love or walk away! Support!

I have the strength and determination to follow this journey called life to find out what it’s all about. I love the challenge and have a great supportive network waiting in the wings to help when needed. I don’t often ask for help but when you enter a completely different career, let me tell you the questions are endless! I wonder if by chance the Universe chose this path to teach and prepare me for the next chapter in my life. In the past I associated asking for help with weakness, I see now it has nothing to do with being weak. I am not weak, I am simply returning to be a student in life once again. The dots are starting to connect!

“I’m still learning” ~ Michelangelo at age 87.

I take chances. I love change. Risk is not a scary word…most days, but I am human and feel the effects now and then. I am not afraid to start over. I have faith that the life I am leading has a greater purpose than my career path, or whether I own my home, or find a man worthy of my love.

It matters not to me if everything I have is taken away, what I need to survive is safe deep inside or just a phone call away. I am grateful to be here spending my time with inspiring human beings. Inspiration is all around us!

I always wondered why I entered into the film business in my early twenties, it was not a passion of mine nor was I interested in seeking fame or fortune. I fell in love with stories. I took part in making them happen for many years until I had my two amazing kids, and then nothing else mattered but being with them. My own story became more important than make belief. Reality is always thought of as a dream crushing expression. Reality is amazing if you take a moment to be in it. No matter what you do, make your reality redefine your dreams. Enjoy each moment you have, life is short. Savour the relationships you have and don’t be afraid to build more! Build, nurture and expand your circle!

What I have learned over the last month is that although I entered a new path in life that I would have bet against in my younger years, you don’t really know where you fit in until you try it on for size. You may be surprised at what you find out! So I say walk down the path on which you stand, step out of your comfort zone now and then and see how vast and endless your horizons become! There are no limits to where you can go and who you can bring with you!

Svaha!

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Ark Angel

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TracyThis week I found lyrical beauty in bikes so I thought I would share a post from All Things Sexy and Silver with you…a sexy spin on going to the Motorcycle Show.

The room was crawling with excitement. As we slowly slipped into the sea of enthusiasts, a waft of gasoline mixed with exhaust set the fragrant tone. I couldn’t help but pause while my ears were serenaded by the deep throaty throttle of what had to be a sexy red Ducati off in the distance. The atmosphere oozed raw sex appeal pleasing two of my senses within moments of entering the mix.

As we immersed ourselves into the river of heavy black leather, inked sleeves and worn faded jeans his deep mellow voice began its seduction.”Stay close, I don’t want to lose you“. The room was full of freedom seeking souls who all had a common thread. The culture or texture of the room was understood amongst those who lived it. I could only focus on his magnetic male energy. His power and strength captured mine each time he gently brushed against me. When I closed my eyes I could still feel his presence in the room.

Scantily dressed tantalizing women in thigh high black leather boots, bustiers laced tight exposing voluptuous cleavage and torn fishnet stockings devoured him as his stride slowly seduced them into a frenzy. Glamorous Pin-ups in stilettos bit their cherry red lips in unison as his scent enticed them, only allowing them to inhale. He was Angelic walking through a room full of sinners willing to confess their deepest darkest secrets in hopes they would become pure again, if only he would indulge them with his touch. His charismatic energy took hold of me. Was I willing to confess my sins to him to feel his touch? In that moment he gently placed both hands on my waist from behind slowly turning me around and kissed my lips softly amid the now silent chaos. I too, was only able to inhale after his lips touched mine. I could hear the lovelies in the room exhale from a distance. He took a little piece of my heart in that moment, placing it safely next to his.

We continued to meander effortlessly through the crowd sharing intimate thoughts through our eyes. My finger tips were drawn towards the silky black scintillating paint of a Thruxton. Following the curve of the tank I imagined it to be his skin. At that moment we were alone in the room. Time stood still. I slowly traced his deep ebony silhouette wondering what would happen next, if I touched him. I felt his warmth. I closed my eyes to absorb the heat that radiated from his strong body leading with my chest, arms at my sides like I was soaking up the warm summer sun and then I felt his hand under mine. His energy overwhelmed me.

He continued to gently brushing against me making me pause each time. I had to remind myself we were not alone. Our electricity leaped back and forth from his skin to mine each time we were near.

I felt safe to explore knowing he was there. His presence electrified me. I was alone with him in a room full of eyes aware of the chemistry building between us. I could no longer hold onto my secret. It was falling like sand through the cracks of my walls I so bravely build over the years.

P.S. ~ For those who like to speculate, and I am all for that, this piece was written before I went to the motorcycle show ;)

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