the dreaming Press.

Writer's cramp, idea floes & freely moving chi

 

Another Sunday by the lake feeding birds.  Olivia is a magnet for them.  They are drawn to her and linger on her outstretched palm.  {Kismet.}

I'm journalling late at night now to recap my day and well my poor hands can hardly take it.  I try to keep the handwriting (well printing, actually) neat as a pin but years of typing on a keyboard has spoiled me & the longhand makes my wrist and hand ache.  I keep shaking my hand to get the blood flowing, as the idea floes move rapidly along the surface of my mind's own lake.  I don't want to miss a single one, for transplanting them onto the paper frees me up to accept more.  Opens up the energy or chi if you will, for deeper meaning.  I think getting back out into nature after a long winter is responsible for this.

Sunday has become a day of connection, breath & love. Oh and photography of course.  Friends we've known for years and years are gathering by the lake and it was all due to the brainchild of my best girlfriend-starting a group to connect women online.  It has surpassed digital boundaries now though and we are finding it is morphing into something really special.  Thank you Lori. {I'll convince her to start blogging one of these days.  She just shines and has a lot to contribute.}

xo

Planting future gratitudes.

 
I'm colouring my hair blonder tonight and I painted my nails blue iguana.  A star studded indigo blue that is reminiscent of cosmic fluidity.   I've asked my eldest little girl to star in  my photography portfolio-she is concerned for just about everyone she has ever met and is so open and wise and I aspire to be like her though she is younger-you know? and we are cooking up the most fabulously fun photo shoots you could dream up this spring!  I'll keep you posted as to that, you can bet.

The lake is rumoured to be coolishly freezingish tomorrow and so we'll dress in layers as we feed our friends the chickadees.  A fresh group of gals is meeting tomorrow and we've formed a tribe of sorts that meets on Sundays to reconnect to each other and the Earth.  We disconnect from our on-line lives and meet in the flesh and in the out-of-doors.  What could be better for the spirit I ask you?

Last but certainly not least, you know how I rave on about my friends & family well here I go again...my good friend Tara Bradford was kind enough to post about the trip to Morocco in October.  Magical Morocco.  Please visit Tara to read her entry about the previous trips we've taken together and about the upcoming trip to Morocco.  You are more than welcome to come with us... there are a few spots left for women travellers. The trip is fully escorted and will be such fun I can hardly wait. 

Give it some thought and if you like you can read more here. I can see us now, wandering the souks...sipping mint tea and snapping photos.  Laughing under the stars in the desert and making new friends.  Trips are the one thing you can keep with you forever...for they are experiences.  Worth their weight in gold and then some.  However if you cannot make it this time, there will always and will always be...future trips. 

Plant with me now the seeds of your future gratitudes...the things that you will look back upon and smile about.

xoxo

 

 

 

unusual Earth magic~

 
Winter brings with it a sleepyness that I find irresistable.

Mid afternoon when I can get away with it of course, I love to nap.  Even a twenty minute one will do.  To stop and close the lids over my weary eyes makes me so happy happy.

I never ever check my blog stats but today I peeked in there out of natural human curiosity and I found that someone was led to my blog after they typed in a search for "unusual Earth magic".  Funny, huh?

Okay so I suppose I do check my blog stats.  Otherwise how would I have known someone Bing-ed unusual Earth magic? It would of course have to have been...magic!

That would make an excellent blog name.  Or even a great name for a book! Hmmm, maybe I'll write it myself. :)

xox Happy days and unusual magic is wished upon you this fine Friday evening.

oh, and another thing...two years ago, while meeting my gorgeous friend in NYC for a weekend...I went to see All My Sons on Broadway, starring Katie Holmes, John Lithgow, Dianne Wiest and Patrick Wilson (the same gent who stars in Morning Glory with our darling Canadian actress Rachel McAdams...and subsequently the above video I linked.)...  I was 3rd row center.  I saw the beads of sweat on John Lithgow's brow.  I was alone because I was yet to meet my friend until the next morning, yet I was not.  I was enveloped in a world where I was swallowed up and taken in, the theatre.  My hubby texted me during the intermission..."How's it Lithgow-ing?" he inquired.  Sheepishly I answered him, "Oh so fabulously." I thought I was there to see the beautiful and talented Katie Holmes (who did a phenomenal job btw...loved her...)  Another funny and kooky aside...I got lost on the way to the theatre.  The yellow cab dropped me off God-knows-where in Midtown Manhattan...it was snowing lightly.  I got out and wandered in to the next building and do you know what building it was?

The Church of  Scientology Centre.  On 46th. I was supposed to be at the theatre on 45th.  They kindly directed me, with a sly smile of course.  Because I said to the girl at the desk, "Where is the Katie Holmes play?" 

"Through the concourse there it will take you to 45th.  You can't miss it!" she says.

After the fact, I thought..."How odd.  Tom Cruise...Scientologist.  Katie Holmes...?" Hello.  Fill in the blanks.
:)