oh stereolab…how you make me smile.

"LIVE"


“LIVE”
The purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate, it is above all to matter, to count, to stand for something, to have made a difference” source unknown

Post pics of Biking the Hood


“As a new day begins, the possibilities are endless. No need to look back and wallow. Reflect, dream, and then make it happen. It is truly up to you”. (Photo by the lovely Sarah Tompkins)

The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours. It is an amazing journey, and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.

Bob Moawad (via kari-shma)

Is it really that easy? Here’s hoping..

Autumn fun..

Love rocks (Taken with instagram)

Love rocks (Taken with instagram)

Oh Where or Where did my Inspiration go…??

I’m having one of those moments. Ya know, the late night, eyes wide open, restless moments that used to come to me weekly if not every other day in the recent past. Sleep has been a priority and I discovered that I had much deprivation in this category for so long that it was really wearing on my mental and physical health. Huh, as many smarts as I have in those areas, I really didn’t put sleep as a priority and would try to make up a week’s worth of poor sleep with a long weekend nap. Silly rabbit! Sleep is for wimps! or so I thought. The most amazing inspirations, insights, and blasts of writing would come to me during those long, quiet hours of the night when my mind was so clear and on fire. I didn’t have a “to do” list and consecutive acts of parenting and work tasks  slamming me in the face like waves slapping up on the side of a docked boat.

I do miss the prolific surges of ideas and words from those manic moments. I hope to have similar episodes soon since my pen and paper tablet are a bit dusty. For now I crave rest and sleep to make up for lost hours of re-cooperation. That elusive writing fever remains cool and keeps her distance…for now.


“Someday you’ll find someone special again. People who’ve been in love once usually do. It’s in their nature.”
— Nicholas Sparks
(Source - blogspot)

Renaissance part 2 - Forgiving


Forgiveness of others begins with forgiving myself. The work seems heart-wrenchingly mountainous yet simple all at once - I must forgive myself first for being tall, clumsy, inappropriate, naughty, tardy, impatient, impulsive, insecure, and imperfect times 10.
I stand up straight, shoulders back, head held high with my long, lovely arms stretched out and embrace being tall, elegant, sassy, sensual, passionate, unsure, energetic, caring, hilarious, intense, and most definitely imperfect.
Only now can I begin to let go of memories of those who have been unkind, dishonest, hurtful, or just unaware. To those who should have known better, to those who were finding their way, to those of you who were affected by my selfishness, my arms are wide open. I understand now. I have grown light years in knowing that to embrace a full life, one must expect disappointment and pain, and focus on learning, love, and joy.
Some of you have passed away, some of you no longer cross my path, and some of you still bring sunshine to my days.  To all of you I ask for your forgiveness as I offer mine. - Peace