Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Reasons To Celebrate

"It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop"

                                                                                        Confucius

The super moon appeared in the sky last night and by happy coincidence my favorite people and I walked around the lake to soak up the sight of it. These times in nature fill me up in ways that nothing else does.


These are the times when I feel timeless...when I notice that my Soul is connected to Spirit in quiet, magnificent ways. I am also connected to others in these ways...some of them know it, many do not. As we walked around the lake in the moonlight I noticed that all of us were happy to be together in a sort of moon cocoon surrounding us.

Life truly is what we make it. Sad, stressful, joyful.

Some of us learn this at a young age and for some of us it takes a little longer. I love the quote above by Confucius, "It does not matter how slow you go as long as you do not stop".


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

About Me

Following is an icebreaker speech I gave at my first toastmaster's group...thought it would give insight to my vantage point...

I have thought long and hard about what to say, that matters, about the woman who stands before you..

.I have inhabited many bodies just as you all have. I have been a baby, a child, a teenager. I was raised in the city, in Toledo Oh where I was born about thirty miles from Detroit, Michigan. I grew up listening to the Beach Boys in Motown,  wondering how God could have gotten it so wrong. Didn’t he know I was supposed to be a California girl?

Back then, my favorite aunt Emma Jean gave me a book of poetry and inside the front cover she wrote, to Darla, the vivacious. I loved that word, vivacious, I immediately had to look it up. Vivacious: it means lively and high spirited. She made me feel so loved, with that inscription.

Around that time I drove across country with little more than two hundred dollars, sleeping in rest areas, with no cell phone and it did not occur to me to be afraid. When I told my mother that I was leaving she only said that she knew I would do something like that. We didn’t have a great relationship at the time, and, it would take years before it healed, but it did heal, and we shared a lot of love for a lot of years before she died. And then, I was no longer a daughter.

I could tell you that I was once a college student at Cal Poly in southern California. 

Later, I married and became a young mother with small children who started buying books with titles like Sunflower Houses and Hollyhock Days  I wanted to create magical play spaces in my backyard and that was the time I learned to love working in the garden.

The truth is the woman you see here is not me. She is not me. She continues to change. And one day will be an old woman if she doesn’t die first.

I am the seer behind the eyes…as my body changes so does my perception unfold. I am aware that the more I learn and think I know the less sure of anything I become. A belief that I once held true, can change. Since a belief is only a thought that you are 100% committed to and you can change your thoughts. I learned that from Anthony Robbins when I did a three day intensive and did his famous fire walk.

I am computer phobic who works in an internet company what does that say about Gods sense of humor?  I work many hours a day managing processes at my computer, it is here that the transformation from Susie homemaker/ stay at home mom to business women running with mostly type A guys has happened. It didn’t happen overnight and I changed in fits and starts…but when I released myself to the new me, waiting once again to unfold, giving into the process rather than trying to hold on to a life that was no longer mine. I noticed a thread of the old me coming though.
I am a voyeur, an observer, I pay close attention to life as it goes before me, the ebb and the flow of the days, the rhythm of the hours.

I love the early morning light that comes through the windows, signaling yet another day… The two cats and a dog who welcome the morning with me, impatiently waiting to be fed. I stretch and make coffee before my three mile walk around Lake Eola with Roxy my  Doodle dog. She continually teaches me the art of being happy. I seriously think she smiles on these walks…I know that she looks up at me with pure joy… usually when we are about a third of the way into our walk.


Since this talk is supposed to be an ice breaker which would give you, the listeners, insight into who I am I thought sharing, how I see myself was more true than the roles I have played. Because the roles are always temporary while the seer inside holds them as memory and these are the things that matter to the woman who stands before you.

Of course, this was meant to be spoken and not read...still I am compelled to share it here. Wishing you much love.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Reasons To Celebrate

 "The house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer,  the house allows one to dream in peace." 

                                                                                               Gaston Bachelard



Sunrise came through the arched windows in my entryway this morning, like the almost full moon peeked through last night. I haven't noticed that in awhile. Last night, and this morning, I paused for a moment to allow the moon and the mystical beauty of the sky to wash over me. These are the moments when God seeps into my Soul.

In recent weeks I have been paying closer attention to the things that I am grateful for. There are so many blessings that cover me...I wonder how it is, at times, that I can make myself so miserable.

Really, I shouldn't wonder, I had excellent training while growing up. My beautiful Mother searched for happiness all of her life. In later years she found it in small doses...in decorating beautifully and dressing elegantly in white lace and crochet. But the happiness that eluded her was on the inside, you see, she never accepted the woman she was. She never understood that this is what blocked true contentment from her restless Spirit.

When I was young Mama called me the great pretender. Somehow I saw things as sunny when they weren't, and found fun even when circumstances seemed dire. As a child it was my nature. Through the years though I learned melancholy. When I noticed that I had slipped into that way of seeing things it took concious effort to shift that distorted thought system.

Being vigilant about noticing the thoughts that we are thinking gives one the choice to change them. Spirit calls our Souls to joy...to love. That is the place I want to live...even if I am pretending. As we move about in our pretense we make room for happiness to alight on us from within and the pretending fades away.