the dreaming Press.

Heed the script of your little inner scribe.

 
This is the view from a lovely lady's living room sofa.  Well, at least in 2009 it was the view.  Since then she has married, had a baby boy, and her life is totally not the same anymore of that I'm sure.  But for a few endearing nights this flat in Greenwich Village was home to my two sisters-in-law and I.  We marvelled at what a glorious job Jo did decorating her place so simply and yet so stylishly.  I fondly look back at New York now and cannot wait to return to eat more pizza, snap more photos, and drink in so much of the abundant art, food & culture that buzzes around each corner there. Who wants to join me?

I look back upon past vacations fondly, whether they consisted of long stays at a beach or quick apartment rentals in major U.S. cities.  Each has offered me a small chunk of my life's story, each has contributed to the development of who I am as a person.  You see no experience is too grand or too tiny to do just that...to contribute to your story.  Each nugget of your existence is worth so vastly much at the end of the day. 

People shape us, whether they know it or not.  Strangers even, with their kindnesses- such as the couple I met on Broadway in a restaurant the first time I travelled to New York.  They knew I was alone and offered to share cheesecake with me.  We did.  I will not ever forget those people.  Simple kindnesses.  Such an easy thing to offer the world.  Wow I guess I'm feeling nostalgic again.  Those nostalgias get me through sometimes...you know, the dull parts.  The parts of life that maybe aren't as dazzling as a train trip to New York City.  Sigh....

Okay that is enough lecturing out of me today is going to be downright exciting! At the little spa we have a wonderful gal coming to our girls night event to teach us a thing or two; I'm decorating a new manicure room and that in itself presents another opportunity to flex my creative muscles...for everything I do is done on a shoestring because that is all the budget entails (but that is *fun!*); and I'm in the midst of creating my own font! {*Yes! My own!*}  Oh my just the thought of that makes me want to boogie on down & dance!  I love fonts, typeface, calligraphy...anything to do with the written and/or printed word.  I'm making my own because well, why not? I need a signature font. I think everyone does.  Don't you? Of course you do.

I'm following "the call" of my calling.  Heeding the script of the little voice within {I hear you, tiny scribe-let's make some magic!}.  Honouring myself, and my deepest wishes.  {It feels mighty good.}

Go have the best day! Sending you a wish on the breeze...catch it, kiss it, then toss it back out for the next guy will you?

xoxo

p.s. Do you just love this? Woodland jewellery. Tiny terrariums.  What could be finer?

It dawned on me, there is no such thing as time.

Inside an old church they are restoring at the Citadel, Amman, Jordan. March 2010

I had the pleasure of meeting a fabulous woman through a vibrant and funny friend of mine the other day.  Powerful ideas and gifts were exchanged; simply through animated and open conversation.

I have to say I attract in the most brilliant and gifted people.  I'm so very lucky. Now as a result of this meeting, great things are going to happen!  Isn't life a gift? I'm so jazzed about it, that I'm scribbling notes..ideas..and thoughts quicker than my hand can write.

I sat in a "reflection" park today, amidst the flowers, underneath a giant pine tree that was strung with fairy lights and words carved in stone set randomly about {empathy, responsibility, integrity...}...and I simply journalled to my heart's content.  Don't you just love it when ideas flow through you like that, as though you were some divine vessel of the Universe itself?  Wait, I am a divine vessel through which the Universe speaks.  So are you!  You already knew that, I hope.

I love my little journal, it is from a small press and was a gift from a friend. In there I have story ideas, lists of things I need....BlackBerry...Macbook Air....paper lanterns...purple candles...cardamom tealights...white roses...you get the idea.  It is also full of reminders and poetry and quotes.  Journals are chunks of life in a small contained space.  Microcosm's if you will.

I'll leave you now with the most beautiful thought which I will get to after I set the scene; for 33 years I've had a close friend and just recently her classy and caring mother passed away quite suddenly.  We did the most incredibly honourable thing- we wildly scattered her ashes in a private lake side ceremony that was replete with skipping stones, picking flowers and reading poetry while mourning doves cooed at us directly overhead in the old tree by the water.  Children chased frogs, we cried and remembered, and suddenly I felt that there is no such thing as time. I was seven years old again, in the company of this funny and wonderful friend of mine. It is enchanting how symbolic it is to set someone free to the four winds, up the ashes fly and then they indeed scatter in the wind, very mystically. After a deep breath, "Mum go be free!" my friend cried, as she threw the ashes into the air.  Then later, "She would have loved that," my friend tells me.  I agreed.

Funny how a sad time can connect people together in such a poignant way. I felt so happy and honoured to have been included in their sacred and private occasion. To them I say...thank you. To you I say, that is all for today. xo