In 1650, the first Coffee House opened in Oxford England. The Grand Cafe. It started a Revolution. As Steve Johnson, a modern media theorist puts it, a wonderful Intellectual Flowering started to happen. An Era of Innovation. Before this, the drink of choice was Alcohol. Instead of Numbifiers and Stupefiers, the English were imbibing Stimulants. They would gather in this Elegant Establishment and Exchange Ideas. There’s no greater power on earth than the Cooperating Collective.
We are a Coffee Infused Generation. But we are also Numbing Ourselves with TV. The Net. Netflix. Maybe it’s Time for some Innovation.
So here’s an Invitation….
Meet me at the Grand Cafe. Let’s exchange Ideas. I want to Hear Your Dreams. What is Intriguing You. What your Five Year Plan is and how I can help you Get There. There’s nothing like Networking to help us achieve our goals. We will never get anywhere as an Island.
If you’re shy and don’t want to leave a comment, email me and we can start a conversation!
Light Illuminates and adds the Twinkle. Casts into our consciousness Beauty. The Pure and Lovely. It draws us out of our heads and into the Moment. The humble Chocolate Chip Cookie under its glass dome on the counter looks Decadent with the Light shining from the kitchen window on it. Drawing our eye away from the kitchen sink where dishes have assembled.
The Peace Lily in its Dim Lit Corner who struggles to grow looks Alive and Lush with the Gentle Light caressing its thin fragile leaves.
The warm light from the living room window illuminates the wonderful quiet lesson of Nature. My kitty and dog snuggled up on the little blue couch enjoying the view. Showing us what Unity looks like. Unlikely Friendship at its Best.
A warm beam shining through the little Craftsman style window onto a little five dollar thrift store red porcelain ball makes it look like a Precious Jewel and worthy of a moment’s notice.
An Every Day moment with my Daughter Grace checking her Insta Feed becomes a Moment to Pause and Enjoy her Beauty and Spirit as the light from the window gently shines on her and reminds me of the Treasure she is.
This morning I’m so Grateful for Light. It’s ability to pull me into Reality and see Blessing in the Ordinary. Without saying a Word. So of course my mind goes to my Light Friends. Who just being in their Grace remind me of Beauty. Of Joy. Of Blessing. Without saying a Word.
That Word used to make me Itch. I though it meant Desolation. Drudgery and Destitution. I have learned it means Life. Liberty and Light. I didn’t understand that the Flow of Life doesn’t truly happen until we are Humble. Humility opens your eyes to Blessings. You see Life as your Ally. The Dawn as your Friend. Challenges become Opportunity. Disappointments become just a Change of Dreams. Abasing experiences become a chance to prove we aren’t above the Menial, the Lowest Place. That we can also be Servants. Where we get to feel Resilience strengthening our Core and we find out Hope is truly an Anchor. I’m Grateful my Heart Still Beats. I’m Glad today I get to be One in Billions. Breathing this Oxygen. On this Beautiful Jewel called Earth. Spinning in the Milky Way. The Gift of Humility helps me to See my True Reality. I want to always nurture Humility. It helps me see Magic.
Today is Your Day. I’m at home all day today working on my computer. Send me all your Style Questions and I’m your Personal Stylist today. I look forward to chatting with you! No Question, No Fear, No Insecurity is too Small or Insignificant!
Oh Yes, and Zero Obligation to sign up for anything. I don’t Operate like that. I actually Love helping people.
Monday Blues. Sky Blue…because the Skies the Limit! One thing I hate is Cliches. Because basically, it means I’ve Settled. Because the Majority feel a certain way, or has a reaction, it makes it Okay. Today the cliche Monday Blues is bothering me. Monday’s are Awesome! I get a whole week ahead of me! I get to Plan and Design it. I get to Create My Dreams. And Wednesday hasn’t rolled around yet to make me feel Panicked. If there’s a day to dread it would be Worry Wednesday. That’s the Day of Reckoning for me. The MidWeek Crisis, I call it. Insecurity bubbles up. The day I break out the red sports car and put frosted tips in my hair, so to speak. The day of poor choices and radical moves as I realize my week is slipping away. So here’s to Motivated Monday. Tenacious Tuesday. Worry Wednesday will become Wonder Wednesday. Wonder Woman Wednesday.
The Twilight of Youth. The Dawning of Middle Age. Im Forty Three. I’m Enjoying the Sunset on the Horizon of My Youth. It’s Quite Serene to be Truthful. Youthfulness is Wonderful. Truly Something to Be Treasured and Enjoy. But It’s Busy. A lot of Vanity. A lot of Figuring Out. A lot of Seeking and Shedding. A lot of Challenges that Build our Spiritual Muscle. So Imperative as the Sun Sets on Youth that we’ve gained that Spiritual Muscle. We will Spend a third of our lives in Middle Age. Our Best Years in my Opinion. Where we get to Enjoy the Fruit of those Years Of Youth figuring out Who we Are and What we Love. Where Entitlement Ebbs and Gratitude Grows. Self Absorption has Ended and we are Others Focused. We’ve Grown in Wisdom and Understanding of What Brings Joy. There’s a Stillness and a Grounded Feeling to Being Middle Aged. So Here’s to Sprouting Grey Hairs and Skin that Doesn’t Bounce Back Like It Used to….it’s a Small Price to Pay in light of True Liberty.
I admit, I’m a “Romanticizer“. I Romance the Heck out of Everything.
In My Life. And Yes, In Yours too.
The Rose Coloured glasses are here to Stay. I don’t like Ugly. That doesn’t mean I don’t like the Truth. It just means, I’m going to find a Way to make it Pretty. I firmly believe in the Ultimate Good. Some days it’s a Struggle out here. Sometimes to Breaking Point. Some Days there’s Failure .
I am not a Failure andI don’t see You as a Failure either.
I see Beautiful Humanity. I see the Beautiful Intricacy that makes You, You. Your Handicaps Intrigue Me. Your Frailty Warms Me. Your Struggle makes me want to Battle for You.
But I first had to Learn.
Learn to have my Handicaps not make me feel Shame. I had to Learn to feel Kindness towards my own Infirmity. I had to Learn to Battle Against Myself for Myself. I Learned to Show Up for Myself. And in Learning that I Learned to Show Up for Others.
Some would say maybe I still have a Long Ways To Go. And they’re Right. But I don’t Look at the Distance with Fear, nor do I look at my Progress as Slow. Because I’m busy Smelling Roses on this Journey of Life and Scattering Rose Petals ...
I consider them all precious jewels. Some shining their lights from the Atlantic shores…curled up with their spouses, reading my blog and shedding a empathetic tear. So precious and heartwarming. To think someone radiates such love for you it is felt over the thousands of miles. I received a message from a dear jewel of the Pacific yesterday. My Beautiful Hawaiian Princess on the Big Island. I wake up to this message, “I’m glad you are sailing with me, my soul sister!” My heart is so comforted. I can see her brown skin and long dark hair. Her beautiful smile and gentle happy Hawaiian accent. I just spent a week in Victoria, British Columbia on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with my darling Nadia. Squelching around in our rubber boots, enjoying the safety of each other’s love. Never have I felt safer than when I am with Nadia. I would say she loves me fiercely. Fiercely Loyal. My heart becomes silent and reverent at the thought of my dear sweet Tracey. My Utah Diamond Friend. She’s the one I adorn my heart with the moment I wake from sleeping. Often the one who is last put off to sleep at night. She’s borne the fury of the gale with me. She’s straightened my sails. Readjusted my focus. Made me laugh till tears streamed down my face. She’s a goofball with angel wings. When I feel deeply loved, I’m so very aware that this is because my dear friends have the CAPACITY to love. Because true love is unconditional. It just shows up. These women show up. Every day they shed their love into the world. To their coworkers, their neighbours, their family, the store clerks, even those who test their kind hearts. Because they believe in the power of love to change the world. To ease burdens and give strength to the weary. That’s why they shed tears of love, that why they send late night text messages. That’s why they invite you on a week’s vacation when you really can’t afford it. Because they love to love. And that’s why they love me. This is just a small little glimpse into my treasure box of jewels. There’s so many that shine in there, there’s not enough time or blog space for you all. Just know I wear you all with such gratitude. Around my neck and draped over my heart. xoxo