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Change of Heart

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I used to resent special treatment.  I can hold my own door, thank you.  The other day I had a change of heart.  Two gentlemen stood on either side of the elevator and held it while I got on.  Wow.  Was my heart ever a puddle of love and respect for them.  I wanted to reciprocate.   Did it ever start a conversation in my head for the rest of the day.  I queried.  I introspected.  I wondered.  I understand the women that don’t want this.  I used to see it as pandering.  Thinking to myself, “Oh yeah, now what?  My number?  My address?”

Instead these men just kindly continued to discuss a deal they’re working on.  They just were humbly doing what they felt good doing.  That was holding the elevator for a woman.

I’d say their mamas raised them right.

Thank You to the men who just want to Do Right in their place in society.  They crave the peace that comes from Nobility.  From Dignity.  From Being True Gentlemen.

On the Other Hand, I will Do My Best to Be a Lady.  Kind.  Virtuous. Discreet.

Here’s to Chivalrous Men.  Here’s to Ladylike Women.

Have a Wonderful Weekend Lovelies.

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

Distraction Works

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I slept Like a Log last Night.  Unable to Shower, I Decided to Distract Unfortunate Passersby from my Bed Head with a Loud Skirt.  Long.  Puffy.  Color Blocked.

The Cabbie Liked It.  A Gentleman with a Cane as I Hurried My Just Sprung Out of Bed Behind into Banker’s Hall Liked it.  Beautifully Tailored Suited Men Liked It.  A little Girl in a Red Jacket Liked it. My Boss was Speechless Over It.

Let’s Just Say it Was a Hit.

So Lesson Learned.  Big Bold Fashion Statements when the Hair is More Than Usual Disheveled and the Sleep is Still Being Wiped From Your Eyes.

Love Y’all.  You’re One More Fashion Tip Overloaded.

xoxo

Sedate Games of Poker

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A group of Female Lawyers are Playing Poker for United Way.  It’s really Quite Adorable.  There’s a lot of Explaining for the Dealer.  A lot of Clutching Cards in Well Manicured Nails.  A lot of Horn Rimmed Glasses and Small Printed Blouses.  I’ve Come to Love These Women.  Corporate Female Lawyers are Very Strong.   Highly Intelligent.  Wonderfully Kind.  Levelheaded.  Patient.

There’s Something in the eyes of Dedication.  Studious.  They know how to Endure to the End Game.  Self Propelled.  Disciplined.

It’s Really True Gorgeousness.

Thank You to Brilliant Female Lawyers.  Your Giggles and Your Earnest Kindness Spoke Volumes to Me.

So Proud of My Gender Tonight.

And Inspired.

xo Love Your Female Counterpart

Jeannine

Let me introduce you to Genevieve…

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My Apologies to All Wonderful Genevieves in the World.

Yesterday my Beautiful Daughter Grace said, ” Mom, your Genevieve is Out.”  As much as it made me Cry Tears of Laughter, I don’t Like Genevieve.  She’s an Alter Ego of mine.  Or maybe it’s just Ego.  My Ego.

My Kids have a Name for Her.  She’s Pretentious.  Judgmental.  Quick to Offense.  She even holds her purse a Certain way.  Clasping her hands at her upper chest.  Her nose is even slightly higher than normal.  She’s Impatient.  Superficial.  She’s Really Rather Ridiculous.

I’ve Learned to Laugh at Her.  Quickly Usher her to where she Belongs.  Under the Control of Spirit.  I only Like Myself under the wonderful control of the Spirit.  Gentle.  Happy.  Supportive.  Kind.  Longsuffering.

I love that Genevieve Never Goes Away.  She’s always there reminding me of My Potential to Be Kinda Awful.  To Humble Myself to the Control of the Spirit.

Labouring to always make sure Genevieve stays working the Broom Closet for the Rest of my Days.  She’s One Pompous Jerk.

Love ya’ll .

Now you Know the Rest of the Story.

xoxo

Specially Standard…

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Both Words are being used around the office describing Thanksgiving on the weekend.

“It was nice, you know…Pretty Standard…”

“Oh yeah, it was Super Special this year…”

And when it comes to Traditions, Standard is, in my opinion, Special.  It’s Standardly Special to have Mom’s Stuffing Recipe.  Squash because it was Dad’s Favourite.  Ambrosia Salad because what is Thanksgiving Dinner without the cheesy tacky marshmallow cherry salad?

Special in the Way of New Friends Made.

Old Ones Treasured.

Catching up and Reminiscing.

Children’s Laughter.

A lot of Remember Whens…

So Grateful for Family and Friends.  Old and New.

 

 

The Sound of Silence

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Snow acts like a Great Insulator.  I’m No Scientist but it seems to Absorb Sound.  When I opened my front door to walk to work there was a Blanket of It over the City.  My Walk to Work seemed Muted.  Serene compared to the Hustle of a Clear Day.  Maybe a lot of people took a Snow Day.  I Don’t Know.  But I enjoyed the Hush.  I could Hear the Little Rivers Meandering down into the Grates of the Already Melting Snow. The Squishing of my Boots in the Slush.  My heart felt as Light as the Little Snowflakes dotting my hair.

Some days the Gift of Being Alive is Extra Real.

It was not lost on me that as I entered Bankers Hall where I take the elevator up to the 35th floor for work, Simon & Garfunkel are singing their Famous Song…

The Sound of Silence.

In Restless Dreams I walked Alone. Narrow streets of Cobblestone.  Neath the halo of the street lamp.  I turned my collar to the cold and damp….

I Sometimes Marvel at the Little Things in Life that Coincide.  One can look at Life as Everything just being Meaningless, or Everything Having a Meaning.

Today, although not a deep spiritual meaning, I smiled that the song that Welcomed me to my Work, was in keeping with my musings as I banged the snow off my boots in the atrium.

Life…!  You’re Cute Sometimes.

xoxo