Monthly Archives: March 2012

Sunshine Freight Train.

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What brings you passion… energy…?

You said it today, that when you have energy- nothing else matters. You don’t over-think and make your blood thin and pulse weak.

Then…that’s it. Do what brings you energy. Just keep doing that. No matter what. Then there are no boundaries.

When you fuel your passions… the days ease into one another- you aren’t left helplessly grasping. You honor the rhythm of life, and you don’t fear it.

I think I figured that out today. Tomorrow, I will likely forget it— so I’m taking note. :)

xo.

Agent of Truth.

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Troublemaker… Yes, I have been called that before.

Yes, I have analyzed and over-analyzed the description.

At 3 years-old I cried and screamed during ballet class.  My teacher demeaned us, belittled us.  Yes, I can actually recollect instances of her tirades and how it made me feel.  When my parents came to watch our class, she changed… she became the ideal instructor, and then I was the problem .  That’s when I cried and screamed.  My little-self didn’t realize the set-up.  I was trying to communicate the truth, the unfair treatment.  My frustrated parents put me in another dance studio, never another problem for the rest of my dancing pursuits.

At 8 years-old I started 3rd grade and the gifted program.  Our teacher was solely familiar with younger children and treated us as such.  The relationship I had with this woman was rigid, at best, and by Christmastime I decided to write her a letter to try to mend things.  Well, my attempt at extending an olive branch was in vain and things did not improve.  Months later my mom was contacted by my teacher, who falsified a date on my letter to make it appear recent. In a supportive gesture that gave my inner spunk confidence, my mother encouraged me to speak my truth (and to always put the date on documents!)… and a resolution was found in the situation.

Similar anecdotes have consistently accompanied the biography of me- a self-assured woman who speaks her truth.

I choose my battles, I go with the flow…. but when things don’t feel right, my tongue cannot be held.

It may be easier for some to call me a troublemaker- but I consider myself an agent of truth.

xo.

Creative Venues

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I used to long to be an artist, in the way in which I defined the term.  I put so many different requirements on the quality and none of them, in my inflexible opinion, applied to my own attributes.

This past year, I found my way back to writing and drawing and still had reservations about saying that I was any kind of real “creator“… as so many others seemed to exceed in production and “success” in those areas (what a rigid opinion!).

Finally, I have begun to see that there is an artist inside of me.  I am proud of her and I have gained so much confidence in her.

I may not be a professional writer, artist, actor, fashion designer, photographer, or model…

But…!

I write from my heart…

I draw with passion…

I did indeed just act in a show…

I get the most amazing positive charge from creating an outfit that just clicks (and I am thrifty about it!)…

I faithfully carry my little Nikon around with me and take time to plan out shots, edit, and share these images…

(and)

I had my first photo shoot today.

(A little peek of the outfit I wore while posing around downtown Ocala with the most amazing photographer and person, Gina.)

Hey, maybe I could give my creativity some credit? :)

…and I hope that whatever it is, you are giving yourself credit, too. <3

xo.

Make a Change.

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That feeling of hope?  You prompted it.  Thank yourself.

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Stagnant air surrounds…

Shallow breaths beg for oxygen.

The resolution of dejected acceptance.

A swift change-

Lungs expand from renewed hope.

Examined eyes hold a newfound confidence.

A stomach full with digestible emotions.

Beauty where shadows were previously cast.

Refrain from self-hindering,

Your environment unfurls from within.

 

 

xo.

Rational Ranting

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Ok, seriously.  If you want to do something, do it.  Stop letting other people’s opinions and agendas cloud up your choices and emotions.  You know your body, your mind, your spirit.  It isn’t wrong to discuss with others, to process.  However, when you feel a slight resistance as you gush on and on about the fabulous plans you are making for yourself, stop and think.  Is the receiver of your words uncomfortable seeing you change and evolve?  Will your upward movement make them feel left behind? Is their comfort being jeopardized by your progression? 

 

In the end, you need to feel happiness… and those who are ultimately attuned to you know this and will honor it.

 

Go out in the world and shine the light that has always been inside of you.

Don’t wait.

 

 

xo.

 

 

Signs

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“A feeling…” A sixth sense…” A knowing…”  Whatever you call it, I think from time to time, we all experience deja vu phenomenons… an event happens and it’s like we had a premonition about it.  Or a nudge from the universe is felt, and we are left with decisions about what to do next.

I try to be aware of these feelings.  Lately, Jerry and I have been pondering something.  Not the most pleasant of ideas, but… it is interesting.  On the day you die, that morning… do you have a feeling?

I read an article yesterday that mentioned a rescue worker who came upon a car accident.  Inside the vehicle he found a bride, still in her wedding dress… and no longer alive.  Did she know? Did she have an “off” feeling about that day?  Did she stop a moment before getting into the car? 

I suppose if you are experiencing an illness it may be a bit different… but what if it comes out of the blue? 

I have heard stories from loved ones of people who have passed, how they seemed to be “finishing things” or how they made foreboding comments.  Hell, even Whitney Houston was quoted by others as saying that she was “…going to see Jesus soon.”  The ex-Weezer bassist mentioned something about dying through his Twitter account last year…http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/2011/10/ex-weezer-bassist-mikey-welsh-predicts-own-death-on-twitter-memorial-set-for-saturday.html

I suppose the whole feelings about your death thing is a dark subject… but I try to be aware of the signs the universe gives me.  Hopefully, the Grim Reaper won’t be whispering in my ear ANYTIME soon… but I think the whispering hints are important.

There were a series of signs leading up to me trying out for The Vagina Monologues.  I followed a straining, yet ultimately gratifying, path of signs to become Mrs. Harris.

That leads me to wonder… is it all destined?  Is it all set out for us already?  I don’t know if I believe that… I think we have choices and there are a series of different ways it can all go.  I suppose I have been watching too much of the show Fringe (FOX, please don’t cancel it!) which discusses alternate universes and the other versions of ourselves that are created from different choices.  

I just want to be the best version of myself that I can be.  I want to take the hints from the universe and develop into the kind of human being that causes a positive chain of events in myself, in others, and in the world. So, even on the morning I wake up with a sense of finality, I know I made the most of my journey.

 

xo.