A Rebellious Heart

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Pick Your Rebelling…

Rebel Against Complacency.

Cliché Living.

Negativity.

Doomsday and Fear.

Fight Against Bitterness.

Against Apathy.

Shame and Regret.

War Against Jealousy.

Against Competition and Strivings.

Gossip and Slander.

Pick a Fight…

Fight Boredom.

Triviality and Smallness.

Go to War…

War Against the Dark.

In the Deepest Chambers of Your Mind.

Fight the Good Fight. War a Good Warfare. Have a Rebellious Heart.

xoxo

Martin Luther Had It Right…

We must learn to live together as brothers, or perish together as fools.

Whether a country Builds Walls or Disallows More Immigration, it doesn’t Change The Fact that we Share This Planet Together.  We are Neighbours even if there is a Ocean Separating Us.  In My Completely Uneducated but Heartfelt Opinion, to be Nationalistic and Alienating other races as Less than Worthy or Putting Our Needs above the needs of other countries may Seem Good in the Beginning. But we all Need Each Other.  It never works to Be Selfish.  Putting our Needs First and Not Considering the Needs and Comfort of Others Never Works.   One day we will have A Need.   Invariably It Happens.  We will need someone to Consider what we need.  Put Our Needs in their hearts and minds.  We can expect from others, how we have treated them.  We can expect Tariffs.  Fines.  Denial of Support.

Our Forefathers of Democracy Had it Right.  They wanted a Country where Differences are Tolerated.  Compassion and Benefit of the Doubt were Bestowed Liberally.

Some Would Say that makes Us Patsies.  Easily to Be Taken Advantage of.  But if you Believe in Light Dispelling Darkness.  And Good Trumps (Did I Use That Word?) Evil.  Then we Must Have Courage to Live it.  Make it An Action.

Hold Onto The Greater Good Mentality.  Tolerate.  Support.  Show Grace.  After all, this Country was Built on Christian Beliefs.  We Believe that there is One Judge.  And One Must be Accountable For Himself.  Live the Truth.  Let Others Live Their Truth.  And Trust Your Creator to Do What’s Needed To Sort Out the Rest.

Here’s to Democracy.  Here’s to Freedom

xoxo

Hierarchy of Hurts

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Some would say there’s a Hierarchy to Hurt.  Some Hurts are Greater than Others.

So They Say.

So Let’s see How Hurts Stack….

Murder is a Greater Hurt than Smouldering Resentment.

Adultery is a Greater Hurt than a Chronic Wandering Eye.

A Upper Cut to the Jaw a Greater Hurt than a Passively Stated Insult.

A Stab Wound is a Greater Hurt than Testimony Altering Slander.

Change Your Mind?

I Hope So….

I Love You

xoxo

Celebrate The Ordinary

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My taxi driver wore a large print houndstooth dinner jacket today. With a scarlet thread. His pants were pressed to such a degree a military man of high station would be in admiration. He used to work at a upscale tailor in Dubai before immigrating to Canada.

Now he drives me to work somedays. Always dressed in his finery. With a smile. His cheery contagious spirit.

He celebrates the ordinary days. Every day is worthy of his best.

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Jimmy texts me from Tokyo. He’s one of the finest lawyers to grace the office of Blake, Cassels & Graydon LLP. He wrote, “I was complimented on my shoes and suit today and I thought about what you told me. You said ‘Life is too short to spend it not dressed well.’ ”

Life is too short for an ugly outfit folks. Ask the taxi driver. Ask Jimmy. Ask me.

I Love You

xo

Adding Value VS. Mattering

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We can Worry About Mattering.  Do we Matter to People?  Do they Care? Are we Important to them?

The Better Question is “Do you Bring Value?”  Because if you Do, You Will Matter.

We will Only Matter to Those who we Bring Value to.  And Value is Measured by one’s own Priorities and Inner Moral Compass.

So I could Matter for all the Wrong Reasons.  Depending on the Priorities of Another.

So My Concern is Not to Matter.  But to Add Value Based on My Moral Code and Noone Else’s.

So What do I Value?

Authenticity.  Kindness.  Joy.  Encouragement.  Love.  Listening Ears. Introspection. An Open Mind and Heart.

So with This List I Enter Life Each Day.

To Bring Value to Others.  In Turn, I will Matter to Those who Share the Same Values.

Thanks to all my Valuable Friends who Matter to Me.

xoxo

 

Heart Goals..

 

I sent this picture to a few of my favourite people.  I said, ” what I want my heart to look like”.  I found it SO interesting that that was my first thought when I looked at that picture.  So my next question was, “What is it that you see when you look at this picture?”  So from what I can see, here it is…

  • nothing is for show.  someone entered the kitchen and took a picture because the sun rays were beaming in.  the moment of stillness caught on film in a fraction of time.  the brita drink container in its useful ugliness wasn’t even put away for a better shot.
  • it’s not fancy.  nobody has tried to capture the perfection of pinterest in this kitchen. the drawers are melamine.  the fabric under the sink is from a discount booth at a Walmart. but, in my heart,  no “perfectly put together” and Italian marble could capture the essence of this kitchen.
  • all the things I love and matter to me are in this kitchen.  sun rays.  warmth.  love of nature. comfort.  sustenance.  humility.  beauty.  safety. functionality. ease. and most of all, AUTHENTICITY. there’s also a beautiful aged chandelier adding a touch of glamour to the room.

 

So Yes, I want my heart to look like this kitchen on a summers day.  The window is thrown open.  Cats bask on the window sill.  There’s onions ripening for a family dinner on the counter top.  The unpretentious  brita jug is in plain view.  There’s a touch of glamour in the chandelier adding a touch of celebration to its function. a little indescript clock is marking time.

There’s a chair waiting in the dining nook for you, my friend.

Let’s Share this life Together.

I love you all.

xoxo

The Power of a Day Dream

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Currently, I’m Listening to a Little Kenny G.  Working His Magic on the Sax.  I Close My Eyes.  It Transports Me to a Darkened Lounge with Small Dining Room Table Lights in Boston, Mass .  Crisp White Starched Napkins.  Dark Suits.  Pearls.  Red Nail Polish.  Snow Gently Falling.  I Exhale Slowly.  I Feel Rejuvenated.  Refreshed.

My Belly is Stirred as the Next Song Emanates From My Computer.  A Soulful Rendition of “I’m Falling For You”…A Summer Porch.  A Glass of Lemonade.  The Poplars Dancing their Shadows Across My Feet in a Hammock.  The Sounds of Children Playing in the Lake.  My Shoulders still Radiating the Sun from an Afternoon Boat Ride.  Summer Romance.  New Love.  Old Love.  Puppy Love.  Tried and True Love.

“Sans Regrets” Starts to Play.  In my Mind’s Eye,  I’ve Cracked a Window in My Kitchen.  The Warm Damp Air of Spring Wafts in.  Bleach permeates the air.  Saturday Morning Cleaning has Begun.  I can Hear the First Lawnmower of the Year Start Up.  Little Spring Buds are Forming on the Tree Outside my Window.  Anticipation of Summer Fun is Felt in the Air.

So Grateful for DayDreams and the Power of Music to Take Us on Little Meanderings Through Life’s Gifts.

Love You All.

xoxo

The Emperor Has No Clothes

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Be Brave Enough To Admit It.  We all live Scenarios where we are Nodding Our Praise.  Saying What Others Say.  Pretending to Understand When We Don’t.

Enough.

I Dare You.

Say It.  Challenge It.

If there’s Substance.  If there’s Truth.  It Can Stand Up to Questioning.

So Be Brave.  Ask the Questions.  The Truth Awaits.  And Trust Me, Truth is a Beautiful Thing.  Complex.  Rare.  Luxurious.  A Treasure.

Because Maybe YOUR Emperor Has No Clothes.

But there is One who Is Clothed in Purple.  Fine Linen.  Willing to Share Treasure With You.

xoxo

Can I Have Your Name Please?

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The Dreaded Question.  My Name is Long.  Convoluted.  Some would Say Pretty.  I’ve Come to Terms with It.  It is French, After All.  I Adore All Things French.

So the Spelling…Jeannine….is Tricky for Even the Brilliant.

Starbucks can be Tricky.

“Can I have your name please?”  …”Sure…it’s Jeannine..”…

The Barista stares without comprehending for a moment at the screen trying to imagine the spelling.  The inevitable question becomes, “Can you spell that?”.  “okay, so J….”…”G?”…”No, J…”.  And So It Begins.

Sometimes I just say “Janine.”  That seems easier.

Today I had an Epiphany.

I, on a whim, decided to say “Susan.”  It was Brilliant.  No Questions Asked.  No Spelling Needed.  Win!  I Felt a Giggle well up in my tummy.  Humour on Monday Morning.  Win!  A Chance to Practice My Memory Skills by having to Actively Listen for “Susan” and responding in kind instead of Just Crickets as the barista stares and motions with the drink.  You know, the “two pump” I call it.  The double nod and the double fist pump as they try to entice you out of your reverie and forward to grab the drink you ordered. WIN!!

So today, it’s Susan.  Tomorrow it’ll be Chris.  If they ask me if its a C or a K…that’s still easier than…”there’s two n’s in the middle?”…”oh so like Jean-nine…!!”…

Yep, thanks Parents…love you so much, but honestly the name is a pain in the pahoukie (behind in Hawaiian)

Love you, Happy Monday!

Susan

 

Thank You, Happy Whistler

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Walking through the atrium to work yesterday, a Beautifully Dressed Man Broadly Smiled at Me.  Touched To My Core by Its Genuine, I Smiled Back.  Walking a Few Steps Away, I heard him start to Cheerfully Whistle a Contemporary Hymn.  It Reverberated off the Granite Walls of the Atrium.  My Eyes Filled with Happy Tears as My Steps Slowed. My Heart Melted.

The Hymn my Children used to Sing when they were Little at Assemblies …

“Bless the Lord, Oh My Soul…Oh My Soul, Worship His Holy Name…Sing Like Never Before, Oh My Soul, Worship His Holy Name…

I Stayed with my Back to Him,  My Footsteps had Stopped.  There was a Moment of Stillness in that Atrium. I will Remember That Moment til My Last Breath.  I Don’t Know Who He is, But He Has My Honour.  My Respect.  My Gratitude.

I Felt Touched By an Angel…in a Beautifully Tailored Suit and a Broad Grin.

Happy Whistling..

xoxo