RIP Darsh.... the dots that connect... May 16, 2012 at 3:37am (REMINDER TO MYSELF)

There was a time when I looked at challenges as ominous monsters prepared to consume me. My heart raced, adrenaline flooded my bloodstream, sweat poured from my skin…and I imagined the worst case scenarios, however; now thanks to learning (through painful lessons of course) and utilizing tools I am studying and putting into practice, gleaned from various sources, I saw a quote that succinctly describes my status now… and that is… “An arrow can be shot only by pulling it backward. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means that it’s going to launch you into something great.” This is a hell of a pull backward. I cannot lie. Losing my aunt is more painful than I could ever imagine. This beautiful blue vibrant planet was only made more so by her existence which has now changed back to its original state. Yes I am happy for her… no more pain, no more leg braces, no more separation from my uncle and grandmother. I get it I do, but the ones left behind can only celebrate and GROW through the pain.



Darsh and Korin

I am learning how to see the dots of connection though, retrospectively looking at the last year and all the things that happened. I left New York to come help with my two little cousins, while Darsh (my aunt) was recuperating from screwing up her knee from a bad fall. She had Guillain-Barre syndrome as a child, and had extreme ankle and foot pain from that and diabetes, so falling for her was that much more detrimental. She had to go to a rehabilitation center, so I was home with the children and my uncle. We had beach trips, trips to see my aunt, more beach trips, a lot of love, some tears (the wee one had never been separated from her mom), we had challenges, dance parties, etc. We took Darsh (my aunt) on day trips, and had BBQ’s over the house of the man I would soon call my partner, and that would become my home. She tried for three years to get us together; neither of us was initially interested in each other based on our first meeting. She persisted over the years, and we became a couple ten months before she died.

At her funeral, lost cousins found each other; tears were shed for the years not spent together, phone number and emails exchanged. The much older generation found themselves staring at faces they had only seen as babies. Cleansing tears were shed, hands were held, and bonds were reborn. Cars were piled into, homes were shared, mattresses dragged onto floors, and we made it through the cremation the next day.


8/11

I personally got to reunite with my three little cousins, Gabby, Alicia and Amanda. I am so blessed by these ‘super’women. I feel as though three amazing souls have joined my ‘nest’.I loved meeting Damien my lil cousin who promptly told me at five about a dinosaur that roamed the earth 65 billion years ago? (I think that’s right, lol) my kids, my little cousins, my mom and I laughed so hard I think we broke or at least strained muscles those two nights. I knew Darsh was there and I knew she was laughing uproariously with us all the way. We celebrated her life the way she loved to live her life…WITH passion!!!!


8/11

I see the dots that connect… if Darsh hadn’t hurt her knee; I would never have come here, spent precious time with my cousins Kelsey and Korin, or have been with Terrence, I would never have reunited so deeply with my aunt. We became sisters in truth once again. I am so grateful that I got that extra time. That I came. That we loved each other since we first met. I was 3 months old, she was 2, it was Guyana, SA., and our friendship had begun. It will continue, I will always talk to her, feel her, know she’s standing by my side.There is no forgetting, the tapestries of our lives have been interwoven so tightly, that I will sigh, maybe cry and resign myself to wait until I too cross back over to Source to sit in that rocking chair with my aunt. Oh Darsh you are so missed, I know you saw the love, light, and clarification that came when you passed. You already know the pain we all feel. I miss you so much, and it’s so much harder now that I’m home and not distracted by the amazing young women in our family.

I miss you baby, your life was not wasted… I will walk my talk, and always love me enough to stay sharp for your daughters as well as all the young ones in our family.


kelsey beaming summer 11

So life pull me back… cuz I know you’re going to shoot this arrow directly into pure authenticity and vibrancy, it will all be paid forward… onward and upward … I am ready to fly!


Shanny and Korinny

Acts of Worship (what shapes a superwoman) Part I June 20, 2010 at 10:24pm

The other night as I couldn't sleep, I perused Netflix to find a movie that I felt like watching. Acts of Worship’s little blurb held my attention - an indie drama set in NYC’s lower east side and thought VOILA!! Alphabet city, one of my old haunts, I didn’t take the time to read the reviews, just forged ahead into the movie. What a movie it was/is…at first I just watched the pavements I had pounded cross the screen, then as I was pulled into Alix’s world, my heart was torn asunder by the trials and tribulations of the her life on the streets which reminded me so much of myself, it tore the layers of my soul wide open, exposing the sensitive nerves. I went back in time, reviewing the movie and thinking of my life, watching it through the eyes of a different person, the woman I have evolved into, as opposed to the eyes and heart of a young wounded child. Since I have watched that movie, I have cried, sobbed, introverted and am fighting to find the lesson on this leg of my journey. Did I really conquer all of those obstacles with only the assistance of Great Spirit and gentle angels along the way? Did I really stop drugs cold turkey, was I really the girl who almost overdosed when I was 17. I watched Alix smoke pain pills in a stem and had forgotten the name of the name of paraphernalia. I had stepped away from it all; I didn’t remember that you could burn your fingers from holding a stem. I had forgotten the lingo… two Loosies, a screen, and a stem. It all rushed back to me, overtaking my emotions, submerging me deep in the past. The past is said to be useful and instrumental for learning. What am I supposed to learn from remembering? Am I to understand how far I’ve come, and how hard I can be on myself because I’ve never valued money? I’ve always gauged my success on the fact that I walked away from that life without looking back, so successfully in fact the memories didn’t surface until I watched the movie. Was it wrong of me to forget, or am I to be doing more in this world, paying my lessons forward.




I thought by having my children, and raising them to honor their own lives and cherish each other no matter what obstacles we faced, it was enough. Well maybe not enough but a damn good start. It was surreal to listen to Alix’s words… ‘ I would do anything to stop the pain, anything to ease the big gaping hole inside’ I used to feel that way, I used to be that person, I knew the streets the way a coach potato knows the fall lineup, I knew where to go to get clothes, where to get food, the meet up spot for my group, who was in lock up, who was in what group home, and I knew with all certainty that no matter how long anyone in the group managed to spend in one place, we could always see a familiar face on the doo-wop (42th street and 8th avenue), I knew which one of my friends were working the streets, and Goddess, Great Spirit be blessed, I never succumbed to that life for easy money, I looked enough like everyone’s little sister that I was always given free drugs, an every now and then bed, but looking like everyone’s little sister didn’t prevent the predators from getting their hands on me. It seems like another life, as I sit here and type this, it feels as though I am writing this about someone else, and yet I know it’s me. I am that little girl. She has found her home inside me. I know no matter WHAT happens, all the trivial crap that goes on in life CANNOT break me. I think I’m the last one of my group alive. That makes me sad, and makes me want to help young people who think that all adults don’t understand. I understand. I know what’s its like. I’m sure I will write more about this, I haven’t purged it all, so I’ll call this part one. This is dedicated to the kids at under 21/Covenant House, The Door, Bushwick home for Girls, Mt. Loretta (in Staten Island), to April, Harry, Cookie, Gabriel (RIP), Connie, Crazy, Danny (I’ve looked for you hunnie xoxo), Traci (I love you), Officer Joseph Gonzolez, of the Port Authority Youth Division… I’m STILL HERE GONZI...xoxoxo some people stay in your heart forever no matter where they are, and I will keep on loving and living while I have breath and will NEVER GIVE UP. I am GRATEFUL FOR LIFE, because I almost didn’t make it.

The Pangs of Rebirth (December 18, 2012 at 8:29pm)

I am on the road less traveled, stepping out of my comfort zone in many ways, functioning at an ebb and flow, riding the waves of soul and ego crescendos. My soul is growing and so the waves last so much longer, GRATEFUL. I realize in truth that no-one is coming to save me; I am wearing my armor proudly and am my own champion. Being authentic and me, means invariably not suiting someone’s idea of who I 'should' be, to which at times I fall prey. I now have developed my own image of self, and am wearing her regally.

I seem to fall prey to erring on the side where I start caring how my words will be interpreted and have learned to refocus quickly on making sure it is all from a place of love and letting it fall where it may. Cutting the ties of attachment was not as easy a task as I thought it would be. It is definitely the road less traveled, aptly named, for good reason.

I’ve realized that when I was resonating on a much lower level, I would misconstrue those who functioned at a predominantly higher level as being distant, uncaring and arrogant, I truly do get it. Life is such an evolutionary process, you learn, feel slightly sheepish (at least I do), forgive yourself, shrug and KEEP going, tucking the ‘level’s completion flag firmly under arm with a grateful and satisfied smile on one’s face. (Disclaimer: having the completion flag does not guarantee that a spirit may not have to revisit said level for refresher course, just that said spirit will not have to reside there for long periods of time again, usually once refreshed it only takes one short bursts of experience to realize that this is not a desired re-experience)


One must discern the ‘feeling’ of placing a boundary from the ‘feeling’ of wanting to control another. Relinquishing control entirely is not an easy process, at least for me. There seem to come short experiences where I think, but that’s not nice, or not right, not what I would do, or not how ‘you’ should be’ to shortly thereafter realize, that’s NOT my business. Truly not my business because if it does not pertain to me, do what makes you happy, as long as it does not hurt me or others in any way, have at it. See I caught that already.. if it does not hurt me or others. Well, I can control who is in my proximity and who may hurt me, but can I stop others from hurting each other? Voila, I’ve written myself to the crux of my dilemma. I can handle an injustice to me, pffft, that level I had to 're-do a few times but collected enough completion flags that I do NOT stay there for more than a nanosecond, if ever.


Those angels got killed. I won’t focus on the gun’man’ or gun boy whatever; I want to focus on the babies. The fact of the matter is our countries can pass WHATEVER laws they want too, those who truly want guns will get them, there is no way to absolutely control anyone or anything. Who really wants to delve into the illegal importing and exporting of illegal substances, weapons etc. This situation is lifetimes old. We cannot control anyone but self. Religions, governments, parents, teachers and the majority of the human race strive to ‘control’ someone or something; children, animals, religion, law, life, death, even the splicing together of different species to further commercialize the food industry in the name of what, the end of world hunger? Really?


I think that’s what scares me the most and sets me off in these times of tragedy is how vulnerable a human being really is. We cannot control who leaves, stays, loves, respects, helps, contributes, is honest, loyal, sweet, kind, helpful, creative, honest, loving, caring, reciprocal, except ourselves. If the world were really to ‘end’ (and it’s not my personal opinion that it will) there is a not a damn thing we could do about it. Hmmmmm there went that illusion of security eh??? I think that is where the strength is, hidden inside the shell of vulnerability and we don’t think to look there, because when we realize what we do have control over, the rest of the clay crumbles away leaving powerful and sweetly vulnerable iridescence in its wake.

I am there, standing on a majestic, open mountain top facing the uncertainties of existence, reveling in the maelstrom of emotions rushing through my body as I welcome and am in awe of the primal energies that course through my soul. I am there, toes half off the tip of the mountain, sure in the knowledge that I have wings on my back, not sure if they will work as I take the step off the edge. The wind shakes me to and fro, promising to end the debate that my soul and human mind have over the challenge.


You know that feeling, the strong orgasmic rush that is almost too pleasurable to bear, and just a wee bit scary in its intensity, yup that one; however this is that feeling in my soul. The knowledge that I can never turn back; it was a permanent choice that my heart made.

This is my beginning, my rebirth…

Goddess Revealed

Information overload. So much of a good thing it boggles my spirit. I'm sitting in the library, pensively grateful. Never put those two words side by side before... pensively grateful, and yet, that is what I feel. Processing multilayered epiphanies and lessons. New experiences call for even more descriptive verbiage. Bitching was easy, plenty of practice, it flowed easily. I found myself actually wordless for a nanosecond. How do I describe this sublimity?

Breakthrough, breakdown, breakthrough... Pretty much sums up my weekend. I know that this is THE journey... the real deal no bullshit, well because first and foremost, if I try to jump ahead, I lovingly get dumped back where I tried to take shortcuts. In the past, that woulda seriously pissed me off and I might have spent time wah wah wahing. Now, I get it, ohhhh I tried to skip that step, jump over that icky feeling, not FEEL that crap. Each step of the process, no matter how uncomfie, or seemingly useless from our perfectly imperfect, non omniscient perspective IS necessary. Go figure.


So easy to slide back into old behaviors to numb. Self love and vigilance are oh so necessary. NOW I get why. No self love, no resilience for the ebb and flow.

I AM hugely grateful to be a woman. I ABHORRED being female for so many years. I believed the Y chromosomes had it made. Shit, I wanted a wife who would 'take care' of me and the kids. Pffft... I seriously misunderstood gender roles. I slowly began reprogramming and retraining myself to be open to new ideas. Not all men hit women ... okay. Not all men leave their children...nods head. Women may be very abusive as well. Men can be victimized too. Hmmmmm. Verbal abuse is just as or more damaging than physical. Damn this is getting serious... 

Maybe I can be just who I am, passionate, shiny, playful, sensual, primal, STRONG, intelligent AND I will not 'have' to dumb down or remove my luster to feel that I fit in. Holy shit, maybe I do not want to fit just anywhere. Maybe, everything else besides shining brightly and paying it forward is NOT my business. Dayum, heady stuff.

Then after my lil breakthrough and subsequent breakdown .....I watched Femme (themovie.com) and my mouth fell open. I knew this was going to be powerful and it was.

 Much of the information was not new to me after studying the origins of matriarchy and the onset of a patriarchal society. The fact that not only do massive amounts of women know about the lack of balance in our world, but they have moved their arses and are doing something about it shook me to my core. 

"The opposite of matriarchy is not patriarchy but fraternity." My legs literally trembled at the power and truth resonating from this prolific and profound revelation! 



My wheels began to spin...we have all played with puzzles in our life. What happens when you try to force to pieces that are not a match? That shit gets weak, frayed, worn and it eventually breaks. It just does not fit and there is no forcing it. Voila! 

Men and women together are the solution. (XX + Y)= Gaia HEALED. There are masculine and feminine energies in both sexes and we are free to just be, without censure or recriminations, if we retrain ourselves to JUST BE.  The joy of authentic living is ours for the taking. It's a choice. Yup...it's some uncharted territory, but all the views on this road are splendiferous.



So now what?

A call to ACTION... 

I love being a GODDESS revealed!  

PERFECTLY IMPERFECT!

So I am now waking up with clarifications about life. How amazing is that? I spent yesterday primarily with my youngest daughter and granddaughter. I did get to spend a wee while with my oldest daughter and grandsons yay! I love them all silly.

I am aware that my children are under the impression that I sit in judgement over their choices. I did once upon a time, having decided that I (pffft.... knew best) bwahhhhhhhh haaaaaa haaaaaa.



I do NOT reside in judgement.... Whoooo hooooo progress. I do reside in contemplative observation. Soooo Gracie, Alanna and RJ, here's what's up...

I fucking love you. (PERIOD). You are amazing beings of light and I respect YOUR journey. I am not and have never been BETTER than you, as a human being, a parent, a friend etc. I have blundered hugely on my journey as we all have and will. It is part of the human condition to err and change because of the unique experiences that only our own soul knows. 


There is nothing you or I for that matter, have ever done that makes us 'bad' people. There is only the NOW. We are EXACTLY where we need to BE to have the exact experiences that work out for the highest good. Case in point...I am überally grateful for everything that led me having three gorgeous children and three and a half sublime grandpeeps. EVERYTHING! I'm sure you are aware nuff of my journey to get what I'm saying.



Thank you for choosing this crazy ass soul to enter this existence through. Courageous lil bastids eh?

No shame, no blame, no judgement! DO YOU! I will adore you now and forever!

Love... is who I AM!

One of my bodacious soul siSTARS, Mary McIntyre wrote yesterday, “I keep trying to analyze my life, especially the relationships I’ve lived and let go of and what might be wrong with me is that I couldn't make it stick.  But, then it just came to me… when you stop being what other’s want, need and expect of you, most times you find that there’s really nothing left that you have in common, so the story ends and you become you at last, let it shine.”  Thank you Mary for the amazing realizations and the magnificent pic!!!  

Well shiver my timbers, that resonated so deeply I had to keep rereading it over and over again, and that was a follow up on this week’s call, the fifth week of the transformational telecourse so I decided to combine my home/soul work and just write. Ever get something on a soulular level, so much so it shakes the very foundation of your being? 

I know who I am, sans the story, expectations, fears, performances, facades and bullshit.  I know what my purpose is.  I do.  The very magnificence of it sometimes scares the crap out of me, true story.  I remember distinctly at two, understanding love, purely.  I remember again at five, knowing that this was going to be a bumpy ride, I was just not understood.  No shame, no blame, everyone did their best with the hand they were dealt.  I am not angry at all… no one to be angry at.  I personally resonated in what I call 'dumbassery' as a young mother.  Who would I blame for their own struggles?  Shakes head. 
As I read that post that Mary shared the pins and tumblers once again slid into place.  Ahhhh… those in my life walking away or who have already walked away and I have nothing in common anymore.  I get that, and can respect it.  I thought LOVE was a common denominator, but apparently not enough for all relationships.  I get that.  A loved one who is not in my life, once told me.. .wow you really think your Queen of your Kingdom… ummm YEA I do, my world IS my Queendom.  I am a goddess and SO is the loved one… so we can coexist from a distance.  It’s all good. 
I used to believe that loving=holding on, I realize now that is not always the case.  In some circumstances, letting go is a bigger indicator of love.  I can do that.  It’s gonna hurt like a bitch for a minute or so, but this too shall pass.   This glow-stick had to break before the light could shine.  I’m working on me… being the change I want.  I will not be stopped, there is no staying down, not this gyal. 
Yanno what I am sans the bullshit?   I am love.  Innately…  LOVE… I know that with every fiber of my being.  I don’t give a shit what comes my way, I know I am love.  My purpose here??  To share the love in any and all ways possible.  To exude joy and gratitude for every damn step of the journey.  Yup. 

Love is who I am.   

 

Trusting the Process!

Trusting in the Process

marinating in the GREAT I AM..

On a cellular level I realize
used to struggle to understand

Amazing Artist: Lisa Steinke

 It’s okay that I stumble, acceptable that I fall

When tested by the fire, I stand and stand once more

Never have I succumbed to the abyss for an extended long-term stay

I am too fond of the light, beaming, loving in every way.

I test all boundaries to be sure

Too tame for this rising Goddess

Smashing the box, broke all of the locks

And now standing in my full glory

Lisa Steinke

I turn my head at all the *should-do's*

it won't works, and I don't know's, 

no blame, no shame or pointing fingers

choices have always been entirely my own 

We are here to share from our soul’s deep passion

Exuding light from our blissful minutely satisfaction

I’m not dimming my flame for anyone, anymore…

With every breathe I muster

My pores exude divine 
pure light and lustre

Till there’s naught left but courage

 the knowledge to which I surrender

to the crashing of the waves

both the light and darker days

to both my good wolf and my bad

co creator-- YES I AM.

Shanti Shaharazade 10/20/13

lunaPIC'd

there were moments 

on my journey 

into the darker lands

when my spirit

struggled, trying

to understand.

out of instinct

guided solely 

from my heart

eyes turned skyward 

quick inhale

quite the start

for there was Luna

smiling down at me

erasing doubt 

and negativity

refocusing all

and everything 

inside of me

replacing all fears

with primal energy

the goddess 

cast her spell 

again,

360ing me

back to 

primal ecstasy

so mark last eve

and know this

to be true

la luna verified

there is naught

I 'cannot' do

these are but

words, watch me

you shall see

goddess once 

more restored

my soul powerful

and free.

S. Shaharazade

10-15-13

Brighter than the SUN!!!

Life has a way of letting us be as vicarious and daring as we choose. It really is up to us.  Again, I sitting somewhere alone ..processing.  So,not lonely... matter of fact, über grateful to spend time with ME.  

Flashback.... Sitting in a park, alone and immensely LONELY, letting the rain fall down all over me.  43rd and 9th avenue, August 19, 1980. How am I so sure, it was my 13th birthday. I was in all types of silent agony, that gaping giant chasm ready to engulf any remnants of light I had left.  I was homeless, scared, bereft, inconsolable, hungry, sad, angry, depressed.  I was 'twerking' with the dark side of the seven dwarfs!  The dismal abyss had its wispy dark threads all caught up and entwined in my being and I was learning to reinforce the walls protecting my wounded heart.  In retrospect, that was a hard year...and yet...

I am grateful for it, all of it.  I would not be the woman I am without everything that has polished and smoothed the rough edges of this brilliant obsidian....

What's the point of all that?  Choices, perspective..the ebb and flow of the journey.  To demonstrate what is possible.  We are limitedless beings, we are our own jailers.  We volunteer, albeit not always premeditatedly.  I believe we are born innately knowing, our experiences and surroundings shape us, we then choose to focus on the gift/curse of situations which attracts more of the same.

We then feel... I did anyway, that something is amiss, but, to put the brakes on life and 360 takes massive courage and strength. Ready to examine any and everything is not for the faint of heart.  Owning ones own choices, not looking for a scapegoat is immense.  What?  No-one to blame?  Shit?  Really?  You mean even tho this one did this and that to me, I still had choices, but I was scared?  I let myself 'be' changed to fit in?  To blend, to not be different? Ya mean even after I got hurt I had options.... I didn't HAVE to choose the slippery downslope of self pity, but it was my 'story', my chance to have people sayyyy awww..,you poor hunny, I'll fix you. 

Raises eyebrow, yea ummm no.  Doesn't work out, not in the long run...resentments build, light drains, new sources of numbing agents and codependency must be found.  A continuous cycle of gimme, gimme ensues and it becomes a huge cyclical circle of NEED.  What about true wants, desires, dreams..etc.   Oh right, if I say what I truly want I'll scare them away, so lemme act as if....(masks...aka bullshit)

Ummmm no thank you...

Here's the thing... When I first realized I had the power, I was terrified... Holy shit, imma screw this up.   Ummm yea so?  Perfectly imperfect.  Who sold that bullshit about having to be flawless... So what if I once bought into that.  I don't NOW.  NOW is truly all we have. NOW is freaking awesome!  

I just took myself to lunch, am sitting in the restaurant right now, just shazam'd a song called 'My Way'. Synchronicity is BADassery!  Lol. Ohkay now 'Brighter than the Sun' just came on.   I say no coincidences....yup for me, in my world, NOTHING is a coincidence, EVERYTHING is a blessing.   Does that mean that those principles have to work for you....HELL no, live life on YOUR terms.  You are the captain of your own ship....and now I chose (as captain/queen/goddess/co-creator etc.) to live...

MY WAY (click here)

Yeah we can be "Brighter than the Sun"

Brighter than the Sun Lyrics!! 

Stop me on the corner

I swear you hit me like a vision
I, I, I wasn't expecting
But who am I to tell fate where it's supposed to go with it
Don't you blink you might miss it
See we got a right to just love it or leave it
You find it and keep it
Cause it ain't every day you get the chance to say

Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky
Shining how we want, brighter than the sun

I've never seen it, I found this love, I'm gonna feed it
You better believe, I'm gonna treat it better than anything I've ever had
Cause you're so damn beautiful
Read it, it's signed and delivered let's seal it
Boy we go together like peanuts and paydays and Marley and reggae
And everybody needs to get a chance to say

Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky
Shining how we want, brighter than the sun

Everything is like a white out, cause we shika-shika a shine down
Even when the, when the light's out but I can see you glow
Got my head up in the rafters, got me happy ever after
Never felt this way before, ain't felt this way before

I swear you hit me like a vision
I, I, I wasn't expecting
But who am I to tell fate where it's supposed to go?

Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky
Shining how we want, brighter than the sun, yeah
Oho, yeah, oho

Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky
Shining how we want, brighter than the sun, yeah
Brighter than the sun.
Brighter than the sun.
Brighter than the sun.
Oho, yeah, oho

Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun

nothing small about the sun.. <grins>  MAKING MUPPET FACE LIGHT BEAMING OUTTA EVERY PORE!!! YEAH buddy!

dancing... life is SUCCULENT!  

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Blissful Succulence!

Did you know that life is absolutely freaking succulent? Are you aware that each of our NOWS are magnificent?  Yup, I live in THIS world, and no I’m not on any drugs, nor am I drinking <laughs>  I adore my life.  Yes, of course there are challenges, or it wouldn't be the journey of life, or the road less traveled.  HOWEVER, I choose my NOWS; I choose how to feel about the events that happen.  First question, can I change it?  Yes, then I do, no, then I move on in GRATITUDE for the lesson…. That is it, that is all. 

I unexpectedly paid for a car alignment today that I thought was covered by my bumper to bumper insurance… <shrugs> so.  Yeah it pinched a lil bit, but UMM SO.   My sister didn’t work out with me today.  I actually found myself wanting to take the day off… YEA umm so, I worked out anyway and may I say I was straight up BADass.  I DID 30 MIN on the ARC, 30 min on the elliptical, the weight machines, THEN circuit training.  YEA… umm hmmm.  ME, working my hardest my pulse never went over 148.   MY RESTING heart rate used to be 120 and now it stays steady at 60-65.  YEAH yeah..whut whut.

In the locker room, I had a conversation with a trainer, a beautiful spirit… after noticing her t-shirt (HILarious) and ‘my shoulders’ she was ‘wearing’ (wiggles eyebrows smiling) and BUSTED out laughing, it just so unexpected.  Motivation and joy ARE EVERYWHERE IF you want to see it.  (choices)

After the gym I drove to the pharmacy to pick up prilosec, then headed over to buy a piece of grilled chicken for a quick salad.  My energy was fading quickly... knew I needed to put ‘gas’ in my ‘tank’….. My mom called, and during the phone call, I looked up <after seeing sequential numbers all day on license plates> I saw the OHM symbol on the back of the car in front of me.  I had never seen one on a car before.  Ever. 

The truth is whether you think you CAN or THINK you (can’t) ’I am not a fan of that word’… YOU ARE RIGHT.  The universe responds to WHAT YOU ARE thinking and feeling.  Omg/oddess, I AM ON FIRE… Grateful just does not do THIS STUPENDOUS BLISSFUL FEELING any justice. 

Pssst… just a secret for you.  I AM not MORE special, gifted, or powerful than YOU ARE.  We ARE THE SAME. 

Choices my loves.. CHOICES.

I’m a fracking WARRIOR GODDESS AND I’M SHINING MY LIGHT WIDE OPEN.  LOVE LOVE LOVE and adore life!