July 17, 2012 § Leave a comment
I couldn’t help but love this poem by Rumi. I have so many things to write about this week that I am having trouble settling on just one idea. In the meantime, enjoy this quiet reflection titled, “Guest House”.
♥ ♥ ♥
This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
July 11, 2012 § 2 Comments
“Cabana Boy”, as my friends have so appropriately named him, will see all sides of me living in such close proximity.
He already knows I wear pajamas a good deal of my waking hours. It is by choice—not that I am lazy or anything. Comfort is the name of the game.
He probably hears me talking all day but I am not crazy or at least that kind of crazy. I work from a home office or I may be practicing character voices for an audio book recording. PS: I love to talk and eventually will be paid by the hour to do so!
I hope the vacuum, the dryer or the blender at 11pm doesn’t bother him because I cook and clean when the mood strikes me. You have to love my creativity—and cute aprons! Just in case your mind goes there, I am not wearing a French maid outfit when performing said activities.
Yes, you can borrow my ironing board but why not just come inside? I was just using it—in my bedroom. This puts new meaning to the phrase “Strike while the iron is hot”. I’ll let you wonder if this really happened or not. 🙂 There is nothing sexier than watching a man iron. Wait, it would sexier if he were ironing my clothes!
English is not his first language. Thank goodness he doesn’t always understand my nervous girly girl chatter.
Cabana Boy will be here until December when either I will be relieved to see him go or broken hearted and sad upon his departure. My romantic goofiness has a limited time window.
I smiled all day when he said, “Ello, I wuz jest tinking about youz.”
It’s the little things….I wish you a good dose of tingly all over.
From the heart,
Art courtesy of redriverpak.com
July 5, 2012 § 4 Comments
You can always tell how out of control my life feels by the number of organizing projects I complete in a week. For instance, there is something intensely satisfying after I clean my desk drawer, delete useless computer files or organize a closet. It is only Saturday night (yes, I chose to stay home and clean!) and I’ve run out of things to organize while chaotic worries jump around in my brain. Tomorrow I am going to move to my “creative projects” like the amazingly funky dresser I bought for $15. Once I clean it up and paint it, I’ll move it into my home office – then I can re-organize for another full day!
I joke with my therapist saying how good my silverware drawer looks after an emotional week. Organizing my silverware drawer is a technique I use when my emotions are spiraling out of control. I line up the forks, spoons and knives in pretty fashion and ten minutes later they lie there like little compliant soldiers. Whatever was bothering me seems long gone. You may call this crazy but I don’t care — it’s simple and it works.
I can’t control the people and situations in my life but I can control the heck out of my flatware! « Read the rest of this entry »
May 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
For the last two weeks, the word ALIGNMENT has been on my mind. Perhaps this is a good thing since I am on a ten day business trip—the “Cara –Palooza”—jaunting across the country, meeting folks for my day job. I love meeting the clients in person but I have to say, sitting in airports and wearing the same two outfits over and over is making me cranky!
In simple terms, alignment can be defined as the proper placement of muscles so that your bones have to do less work and therefore expend less energy. (I always feel better after yoga!) Another example is how we balance the tires on our car so that they wear evenly. This makes sense in the physical realm, however, what does alignment mean in the non-physical realm? « Read the rest of this entry »