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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Remembrance Day

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~ Remembrance Day Poem ~

Grandpa pinned a pretty poppy

On his big black coat today,

He always stands up straighter

When he wears that coat that way,

He was humming to his friends again so soft that no one hears,

But I think he knows I’m listening

And he lets me see his tears

He was talking to his friends today

I heard him when he prayed

Now were going to see them

At my Grandpa’s big parade.

I sit high on Daddy’s shoulders

And try to catch my Grandpa’s eye

But he’s looking at the Maple Leaf

And he salutes as he walks by.

I ask if I can meet his friends

So he takes me for a walk;

We kneel beside a list of names

All written on a rock.

He tells me they were left behind

In cold and distant rain

He can only talk to them in prayer

They can’t come home again.

We had to pay the price, he says

To bring war to an end;

I think Freedom’s pretty costly

If you have to pay with friends.

‘Why did you do all that for me,

I wasn’t born yet ?’

He held me close and whispered

‘I don’t want you to forget.’

‘I did it for my Mom and Dad,’

Then his eyes began to water

‘I did it for your Dad, and you

And for your son and daughter.’

So I’ll always pin my poppy on,

Take my grand kids on parade;

Kneel underneath the Maple

Leaf,

To thank the friends my Grandpa

Made.

~ anonymous  

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On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians are asked to pause and remember the thousands of men and women who sacrificed their lives fighting for freedom and democracy during the First World War, the Second World War, the Korean War, the Afghanistan conflict and during peacekeeping missions. I am grateful for all those who have fought and those who continue to put their lives at risk each day so we feel a little more safe in the world. Each year we pause to watch the planes fly over to pay respects to all of those who have fought for our freedom, and each year it brings tears to my eyes. Today will be no different…

Thank you from the deepest part of my heart!
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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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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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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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Svaha S.S ~ What is Nirvana?

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IMG_0066Enlightened Monk Thich Nhat Hanh gives his insight on Nirvana ~ ‘the cessation of all suffering, the removal of wrong perceptions. Wrong perceptions is the cause of fear, violence and hatred. Removal of wrong perceptions is the only way to peace.

Nirvana is the removal of ideas that serve the base of misunderstanding and suffering.

We fear death because of our perception of it. There is no death there is no birth. We can not become nothing, there is a transformation and continuation…we do not die, we continue.

Non-fear is the true foundation of great happiness.

Nirvana is the capacity of removing wrong notions, wrong perceptions which is the practise of freedom. Nirvana can be translated as freedom, freedom from views. In Buddhism all views are wrong views. When you get in touch with reality you no longer have views you have wisdom you have a direct encounter with reality and that is no longer called views.’

Svaha ~

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Finding Lyrical Beauty in Bikes…

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TracyRiding a motorcycle is freedom on wheels! I love the sense of freedom, in life, in love and in speech. I strive to find lyrical beauty in my everyday life, this weekend I did just that! I attended the Motorcycle Show and found more than one bike I would love to straddle, twist the throttle and take for a spin! I went with Triumph on the top of my list, a Thruxton to be more specific and came home with 4 others that I had never even thought of before. (I’m not counting Triumph out but there wasn’t a black one on site…I like black bikes) Life is like that sometimes. We have an idea of what we want and where we are going and in a single moment without notice, everything changes, just like that. The trick is to keep your mind and heart open to the possibilities that await.

If money were no object I would have a much larger list of cycles including the one in the picture above 😉 It makes me gooey inside. Soooo, here is my top picks in no specific order ~ (not including an old Norton or Knucklehead or dirt bike)

Moto Guzzi Griso 8V SE

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Moto Guzzi V7 Racer

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 BMW K1300S

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Ariel 1938 Square Four

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Triumph Thruxton

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…and a ______, and a ______ and a _____. The list just keeps growing 😉 Happy trails everyone!

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Clever Logos


I’m a sucker for good marketing I will admit, but it has to be good. I can be swayed by a clever tv commercial or magazine ad, but… if an ad annoys me I will go out of my way to NOT buy the product which is why I will NEVER ever buy insurance from Aflac or Mucinex DM for a cold.

On the other hand, I’m truly inspired by some of the really really clever logos that have been designed with thoughtful artistic care. I’m especially impressed by the ones that have objects or symbols hidden within the design and that use negative space for subliminal impact. How cool is that? Here are some that I think are very clever:

FedEx has it’s hidden arrow. What? You’d never noticed that before? It’s right there between the E and the x. Clever.

 

 

The A and the I and the M and the S combined with the reflection create a fish. Clever.

 

 

 

Bison is the name of a band in Vancouver. Whoever designed their logo was super clever.

 

 

I’m not a fan of Bank of America, (I have my reasons) but it is clever how they incorporated the eagle inside the B and A.

 

 

The golfer swinging becomes the face of the spartan warrior. Clever!

 

 

 

 

Another raven formed in the middle by the three outside ravens. So clever.

 

 

 

Can you make out the bear climbing the mountain? Yep, clever.

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some more that I think are very clever and imaginative.

Amazon claims to sell everything from a to z and the arrow then becomes a smile. Clever.

 

 

Sun Micro Systems. No matter which angle you look at it, it always says SUN. Clever.

 

 

2011 – Year Of The Rabbit! So clever.

 

 

 

 

If this doesn’t give you a sense of freedom I don’t know what would. Very clever.

 

 

 

 

I salute you designers! Where do you tap into that creativity? I’d like to find the source.

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Remembrance Day ~ 2010

Remembrance Day is the one day a year where Canadians will pay homage to our fallen soldiers with ceremonies that remind us how lucky we truly are. Communities join together to thank those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. Veterans fought for our freedom, Soldiers are fighting to keep our freedom. Without freedom, life would be very different.

Life without War is a dream we all share. Take a moment to reflect on what you are grateful for. I am grateful for those put their lives at risk for others every single day! Thank you!

Lest We Forget ~

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Svaha Spirit Series ~ Soldiers Returning Home

There are Heroes sprinkled amongst us, you just have to look. We are blessed if we meet one, proud if we know one. They step out into a world that many of us don’t see, trying to make a difference, and they certainly do.

This video was incredibly touching! It shows us how lucky we are to have our loved ones close. It reminds us how fortunate we are to live in a Country that has freedom, and it makes us appreciate every single moment we have. I am grateful to all the Heroes who dedicate their lives to make our world a better place!  Even if you just watch the first few moments, you will feel the incredible love! Svaha ~

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What Are You So Afraid Of?

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You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.  You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.   Eleanor Roosevelt

Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness.   James Thurber

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.   Marianne Williamson

Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is a freedom.    Marilyn Ferguson

What exactly is fear?  It is a negative emotion that stems from the “unknown”.  Fear comes in many forms.  There are the common fears; spiders, snakes, sharks, water, the dark, etc. Then there are the less obvious fears such as the fear of commitment or the fear of failure.  The fears we feel for all of these always sparks our escape and avoidance reflex.  So what are some of your fears and have you been able to work past them and even shed them?

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Bonnie Braves it Out~

I actually used to be afraid of birds at one time.  Birds! Can you believe that?  It started when my little brother used to take his pet budgie and throw it under my covers while I slept.  The poor thing would freak out and bite of course and I would wake up with bird feathers flapping in my face and scratchy beak bites.  I was afraid of flapping bird wings for years after.  I finally just forced myself to get close and observe birds for awhile and before long the fear just melted away.  I love birds now.

My fears today are a little more complex but I will try and conquer them in the same way.  I’ll examine them closely, learn all I can about them.  Just stare them down.  It is a little harder to do with fears like the fear of failure and the fear of being inadequate but not impossible.  I’ll just break them down bit by bit and tackle them by reminding myself that all that really matters is to reach for a good feeling thought.  I did that with the birds.  As I observed birds, I would think about how pretty their feathers were or how amazing their song sounded.

So when the fear of failure grips me again I’ll force myself to focus on a positive thought like “I know I’ll learn something from this experience regardless of it’s outcome.”  Another trick I’ve learned is to bring my thoughts back to the “now”.   For example, I’ll ask myself if all is well in this moment.  It always is.  Here’s to finding freedom by facing, fighting and conquering our fears!

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Tracy Faces hers ~

Bonnie this is an excellent topic.  I have had fears over the years but as I continue to grow I realize that it is very true that on the other side of fear is freedom.  I think there is no other way to release your fears than by facing them head on.  Fear is being afraid of the unknown.  We are assuming the unknown is scary.  What a waste if it isn’t.

I was afraid as a child to be the last one up in the house out of fear of hearing something my sleeping parents didn’t.  It’s 12:26 am and I am the only one up!

I was afraid to sleep over night at  friends houses for fear that something would happen to my family while I was gone.  I know that’s intense for a little girl and I don’t know where it came from but it was a huge fear.  This fear made me miss out on a ton of fun times like Outdoor School, Brownie Camp and slumber parties so it prevented me from living and making great memories!

Having children can make fear creep into our lives, it certainly did mine.  Making sure they are safe, protected and looked after.  But again as we face these fears they disappear and empower us.  I have learned that there is nothing you should fear except fear itself.  Fear nothing and you will continue to grow and move in the direction you are meant to go.  Fear changes your path and prolongs the inevitable.  Truth however makes everything possible.  What about you Jake, are you a fraidie pants?

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Jacquie dips her toe in the water ~

Generally speaking, I’m a pretty brave person, but I do have an irrational fear of large things in water like bridge supports, icebergs, oil tankers and stuff like that.  And if barnacles are visible on said objects, I’d pass out cold like those fainting goats Cheryl was telling me about last night!  I can cross a bridge or travel by ship no problem, just don’t make me imagine …I can’t even think it without getting the heebie jeebies…. falling in the water near any of these things!

Luckily, my fear doesn’t run my life, and as long as I don’t go canoeing in English Bay or dog paddling in the Arctic I’ll get by just fine.

I’m with you, Bonnie, regarding the fear of failure that most of us have to deal with somehow.  Strangely related is the fear of success.  Both of these fears are about the future and have little to do with the reality of the ‘now’ unless you let them take control.  I have to tell myself to relax and enjoy my time in the present and not to worry about outcomes all the time.  It’s a hard thing to do.  And I don’t mean you have to be glib about life and thoughtless.  Not at all.   Sometimes my fear of being mediocre prevents me from, say, finishing a painting.   That’s when I have to remember the great feeling of seeing a completed concept and it sets me right again.

That Marianne Williamson quote (above) has been stuck on my cork board for years and I look at it often.  In fact, the flip side of my art cards has the rest of it…

As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others.

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Travel Through Life with No Baggage!

When someone tells you they have baggage maybe  it’s just their perception of what baggage is?  Baggage is what you make it!  If you have too much baggage then perhaps your traveling through life a tad bit on the heavy side.  You need to lighten your load.

Lets start by defining bag-gage.

Baggage

~noun

1. trunk, suitcases, ect., used in traveling;  luggage. (I am not talking about this kind of baggage)

2. things that encumber ones freedom, progress, development or adaptability; impediments: intellectual baggage that keeps one from thinking clearly; neurotic conflicts that arise from struggling from too much emotional baggage.

Regardless of what kind of baggage you hold onto whether it be intellectual or material it is always a good idea to purge or ‘let go’ of it every so often to feel like you are traveling free on your path in life.  It’s like the difference between traveling with carry on bags or a entourage of suitcases.  It’s your choice.

I had a visit with an incredible woman whom I don’t get to see as often as I would like, Jan.  Within about 15 minutes of our visit she told me how she had recently dealt with the loss of possessions in a house fire.  Her positive lookout was so inspiring to me that I will be planning a sleepover so we can continue our conversation.  She told me she was surprised that when she lost her material ‘luggage’ or ‘possesions’ she felt like she had a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.  She was able to disconnect with the material aspect of owning ‘things’.  She had a fresh outlook on life.  By releasing the connection with ‘stuff’ she also was able to clear her slate of any other baggage she had been carrying around for years.  All I could think was wow what a great attitude and way to look at loss.

It is the memories that live within us that are so important, so we should be able to let go of the material stuff easily.  But this is not easy for some.  Quite difficult actually.  Some peoples lives are defined by their stuff.  Others travel through life seaching for moments, weightless which is exactly where I want to be.  Searching for moments to make memories.  That’s the kind of stuff I don’t want to live without.

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Midlife, Crisis or Awakening?

I have been thinking a lot lately about midlife.  Why, you ask, when I’m only 30-ish! (cough, choke, spit)  If asked straight out I don’t lie about my age.  I never have.  (I just become a low talker)  I am quite the opposite actually as  I usually admit to being the age I will be next.

We need to stop associating ‘midlife’ with ‘crisis’.  Why is it that when we finally start to feel like ourselves again that we have to classify this as a crisis?  Should it not be midlife celebration?  I don’t know about you, but it is for me and my circle of friends!Midlife Celebration!

We go through our 20’s where we think we know everything.  Well, at least I did.  My way or the highway!  We have the world by the tail.  We have few responsibilities with the exception of school and a part-time job.  We have freedom to do what we want, when we want, where we want, with whom we want.  Pause for a moment here and just daydream a moment with me.  Read slowly….What you want, when you want, where you want, with whom you want!  Did you giggle?  Smile at least?  Nothing wrong with remembering your past as long as you aren’t living in it.

We enter into our 30’s with more knowledge of what life is all about.  We hopefully have a job that has the potential of developing into a career.  Most of us have a partner and start to think of marriage and having a family.  We learn the importance of compromise.  But with that comes less time for ourselves and our life goes out of balance for a time.

We quickly reached our 40’s.  I must have had fun because man that went fast.  We have confidence in our opinions.  We have more freedom as our kids become independent.  More me time.  We start to find ourselves again and it feels incredible!  I just don’t see how this is a crisis.

Men buy sports cars, motorcycles or boats because they used enjoy them before they were required to trade them in for the mini van.  Compromise.  Women start to spend more time with their friends because that is what they used to do before their family took priority.  We start to live again.  We accept more, we say no and we don’t concern ourselves with the small things in life anymore.  We enjoy ourselves again without the attitude or desire of knowing it all.  It is a blessing to enter the second half of life with a carefree attitude.  We learn to embrace every moment we are given.  We have learned to live in the moment and  not judge.  We love,  we grow as souls, we appreciate everything the world has given to us to explore.  We finally GET IT!  That my friends is an Awakening not a crisis!

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The Age of Miracles by Marianne Williamson ( Great read!)


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Empty Nest

Empty NestAugust 9th, 2007 was a very difficult day for me.  In fact, in the weeks leading up to that day I found myself in tears often.  It was the day my son stepped out of our nest, spread his wings and flew away.  He  headed off to attend a university in Florida 2900 or so miles away.  It was bittersweet really.  On the one hand I was proud and happy to see him take the next big step in his life and on the other hand I was tremendously sad that he was leaving.   Other parents I knew also had kids going off to a different town/city to go to a college or straight into a new job.  My son just happened to be going really really far.  I felt panic at the thought of not being able to jump in the car and go rescue him (or at least comfort him) if he needed it.  He was not only on the opposite coast but in a different country.

I felt broadsided by the sadness.  I had the feeling of having forgotten something wherever I went.  What shocked me the most was that I had been a full time mom for 18 years and suddenly felt like I had just been handed my pink slip.  Thank you very much but you’re not needed any longer.  Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.  Logically I knew that I was still his mom but it felt, at the time, like my purpose had been snatched from me.  This took some getting used to.

1 year, 6 months, and 22 days later I’m pretty much over the sadness…mostly.  It is true that you start to enjoy the freedom that you forgot was yours before you had children.  You also come to realize that they may be miles and miles away but they do still need you.  You are still a very important person in their lives.

I’m sharing this for three reasons.  One, I hope to remind moms and dads out there with young children to live in and cherish the moments you share with your children.  I know it’s a cliche but time really does fly by.  The second reason is to offer a bit of a “heads up” to those of you who will be going through this eventually.  I’d never been told how difficult it can be and I wish someone could have warned me.   The third reason is just to let anyone else out there experiencing a newly empty nest that it’s ok, and yes it will get easier.  You are still on the job, the hours may be a little different and the perks have changed, but you are still vitally important and needed.Bonnie

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