Most Days I Only See Sprinkles. Multi Coloured Sprinkles over My Pretty Life. But Today Is Just Plain Underbelly. Not Pretty Underbelly…I’m Talking Stinky Rotten Fish Underbelly. Sweating in the Sun and Permeating the air with Rot. Not a Nice Visual I know. As Powerful as my Happy is, My Ugly is as Bold. When One has Passion, both Feelings are Equally Felt. So Hence I put a lot of Effort into Joy. Optimism. Faith. Because Fish in the Heat of Day Stinks. Writing that made me Smile. So Maybe I’ve Turned a Corner.
Tonight I’m Netflixing. Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown is Scintillating My Fishy Brain Tonight. Nothing like Travel and Some Great Food to Lighten the Heart. Sobering to think of his untimely death and a reminder to Stay Well Mentally. When Underbelly Days become the Norm, We must Seek Help in Myriad Forms to Find Sprinkles Again.
Nobody will ever Take his Picture or Fawn over his Marvellous Feathers. If he hadn’t moved his little feet to get a better footing on that Barren Branch, I would’ve Missed Him. He sat on the Ugliest Tree on the Block. A Foreign Species to Alberta, it sends out shoots that Warp the Cobblestone and Pushes through my Patio Steps. Gnarly and Thorny. So there Grey Bird Sat, Indescript and Virtually Invisible. Anonymous. On Ugly Tree.
That little Anonymous Bird enjoys the same Joys as the Gorgeous Peacocks. It experiences Sunrises, Spring Rain, Warm Summer Breezes, Food for His Tummy, A Warm Snuggly Nest, and Natures Splendid Sunsets to End His Days. So does Ugly Nameless Tree. It has the same Joys as the Revered Maple Tree.
Everything of Value is Outside of Ourselves. Free for the Taking. So Lets Stop Fluffing our Feathers, Treasuring the Valueless Admiring Glances of Others. But Instead let’s Point Others to the True Treasures. Family. Friends. Peace. Sunrises. Food in Our Tummies. Warm Snuggly Homes. Splendid Sunsets to End Our Days.
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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.
“They are the Salt of the Earth”. I can’t tell you how Often My Beautiful Friend says it. Walking along the Boardwalk in Victoria. Speaking of Her Dear Friends. Pam in Particular. Nadia probably has No Idea how it Stayed With Me. How I Pondered it. How it Inspired Me. Again, on Sunday another Dear Friend spoke of Salt. The Ultimate Flavour Enhancer. The Savour of Life.
So how does it Apply to Me, I ask? How can I be Salt to Others? How do I add extra Value to Life for Others? Do I make their Lives have a little extra Oomph? Does Joy seem more Full when I’m in their Life? Is their Step a little Jauntier? Their Smile a little Broader? Does the Sun feel Warmer and Brighter? Are Sorrows a little Easier, seem a little less Daunting? Do I Motivate, Strengthen and Inspire?
But the Biggest Question is, Can I be that without needing to be Noticed? Salt gives of Itself and guess who gets the Kudos? The Cook. The Recipe. The Ambience. The Venue. The Salt never gets the Praise. But Yesterday, I didn’t Salt the Chili properly. I’m telling you, I was sure glad for the Salt Shaker.
So here’s my Chance to Say Thank You. To My Salt People. Nadia, You are My Salt Today. I love you Dear Girl.
They wanted Pictures of Peace. My Mom reminded me of a Happening the Other Day. There was a Commission put out to Artists around the World to Paint a Picture that Manifested Ultimate Peace. The Paintings were Astounding and Heartwarming. Beautiful. Radiant. Peaceful.
One Painting stood out. The Painting had Brooding Threatening Clouds. Fierce Winds. Sheets of Rain. But High on a Branch a Little Bird’s Nest. And a Little Bird Nestled there Singing.
I’m Thankful this Morning as a New Week Dawns for the Reminder that Peace is Not External. It is a Choice. A Choice to Trust. A Choice to Sing the Songs that are Sweet Melody to Our Hearts. To Brighten the Spirits of those Close Enough to Hear. To Understand our Power against any Storm is To Nestle in Our Warm Little Nests…Knowing Brighter Days Always Dawn. And the Foresight to Know When they Do Finally Come, we will want to Know we Sang in the Storm.
Happy Monday Dear Ones, Thanks for Being Brave Enough to Sing When I So Often Lost My Song.