Breeze Daze

Go Jump in the Lake!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 15:51:00 +0000

Photo credit; Glenda Marie Chaulk

Above is a picture of the polar bear dip in Gander, NL. Yes..some fools decide, for some strange reason, to jump into Gander Lake in February. And my first thought was, "I want to do that!"

Yes. I'm one of those fools.

No I haven't done it. Yet.

But here is the reason why I would.

Because, in every instance, where I have found myself in the place of my greatest joy, it was preceded without fail by my place of greatest discomfort.

In order to publish a novel, I first had to put aside a lot of previous priorities, like housework, and just do it. In order to publish the book I had to go through the very uncomfortable process of submitting it and having my work rejected. In order to build my business I have to do things that I'm unused to doing. But invariably, doing so, has led to success.

Hopefully it's just discomfort that you must experience. But sometimes the process of change, of improvement, of growth is quite painful.

Remember the book The Thorn Birds? The very famous quote goes "There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to out sing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles. For the best is bought, only at the price of great pain."

I've always loved that quote. I guess it's always been my goal to not settle for average and to live a life that stands out in some way among lives. Not because I believe I am or deserve better, but because I believe we all deserve the best. I'm just choosing to not enjoy my rut but to propel myself to a new level each time the opportunity presents itself and if it doesn't present, to go find opportunity.

Look around you? Are you comfortable? Yes? That's good right? Or is it? In that comfort, is there happiness? Satisfaction? Or is it laden with regret? Do you have what you have dreamed of having? Are you what you dreamed of being? Have you given up on your dreams and settled? I haven't given up on any of mine and most of mine have come true so now I've taken on some new ones because, well, why the heck not?

The other day I was asked to speak on a topic that was new. I hesitated for a moment and they quickly said I could speak on a more familiar topic, but I said no, let me try the new one. I hadn't prepared for it. I hadn't given it any thought, and it was a little uncomfortable. I made a few notes, then tossed them away. It was a small crowd but all the key players in my business were in the room. I took the mike and told my story.

I'm not sure it was any good, but it's a start. I will get better at that.

And next time I won't be as uncomfortable.

I have for as long as I remember, seen myself speaking in front of a large crowd of thousands and each time I speak in front of a smaller crowd I know that this will make that time less uncomfortable.

So, I tell you all of this because I want 'you to understand why I want to jump in a cold lake. Because to get uncomfortable is to lead to rewards that you've never dreamt of. What is the reward for jumping in the cold lake? That's part of the discomfort, usually we don't know until we do it, what it is all leading to.

Want something? Look carefully at what steps you need to take to get it. Then take one. Then take another. Make the call you're afraid to take. Send the email. Apply for that job. Declare yourself open to the possibility of having your dreams come true. And they have a better chance of doing so.

Risk something. Get uncomfortable. Jump in the lake! I dare ya! NO, I double dog dare ya! SPLASH...brrrrr...WOOHOOOO!

You do not have to do what you've always done, but if you do, expect to be where you've always been!Carolyn R. Parsons

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noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 22:44:00 +0000

Today

I sat and watched the fog roll in

and pondered at its grey

and felt perhaps you needed me

a little more today

I sensed you had a longing for

some warmth and understanding

from someone who asks nothing

and has never been demanding

So I sent a little love to you

as has always been my way

but I added hugs and kisses too

to brighten up your day

I wandered in the fog some more

and my walk became a run

so then I sent some laughs to you

for a little touch of fun

I sat and watched the fog roll out

as the stars came out to play

and thought perhaps you needed me

a little more today

Consolation

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 00:56:00 +0000

Photo credit: Tracey Alexander Nolan

Consolation

Infinity held her face in its hand

and looked her in the eyes

It bound her with limitless laughs

and heard heard her breathless sighs

Forever touched her tender cheek

and stroked her wishing soul

warming the tears that poured from eyes

so vacant, deep and cold

Delicious are the blue-eyed skies

aromatic are waters deep

their kisses brush a brow of sand

and hush her soon to sleep

Divinity carried her in its arms

and laid her down to rest

and she curled into a ball of love

in her spirit's feathered nest.

For Burton Winters

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 16:00:00 +0000

In Memory of a Boy.

Hand of Hell

Despair is a walk on the ice

that rolled with the waves of the sea

lost like dust in the windstorm

each step one step more to defeat

Endless is a family's fresh grief

and it drifts like the dunes of the snow

it piles against the big land

where the desolate winds always blow

Shame on the cold hand of hell

that slept as he walked cold in the night

with the silent ghost sound of the choppers

that were never allowed to take flight

Truth carves a gully of guilt

red hot is the now smoking gun

held tight in the cold hand of hell

that didn't do what should have been done

So moved by the story of Burton Winters. So sad that protocol took the place of common sense. So outraged that billions of dollars are being spent on fighter jets while Search and Rescue is being cut on the east coast of Newfoundland. So grateful for those who did help by walking and looking and flying your private helicopter to try to find this boy. Government is NOT reflecting the people as this situation highlights so completely. So grief stricken for the families. I hope you find peace.

Nostalgia

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 02:30:00 +0000

Nostalgia

It was easily relayed without dash without dot

not a sentenced was spared or delayed

The location recorded was at once understood

by the receiver who further relayed

The code that was not, was as clear as the sky

on a bright sunny February day

and a smile was smiled at the thought it was sent

from a location that was not far away.

And whimsy drove out to the west with a sigh

nostalgia sat by its side

and a wild wind floated across the long miles

and memory went along for the ride.

Friday's Child

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 14:00:00 +0000

Friday's Child

Your dreams are never quite as big

as the reality your mind is creating

the golden space between each strand

fills the void where your universe is expanding

You weave the tapestry of your life

on a loom of purple love

and run your hands over heated dreams

discarding obstinate store-bought gloves

You bask in the glory of the days

where fantasy lives full time

and art is a product not for sale

yet is bought for some pretty golden coin

You are Friday's child both loving and giving

and the silken threads of your life are sewn

by candlelight that illuminates and warms

with the flame of love that you've always known

Claim your happiness and free those around you to claim theirs!
Carolyn R Parsons

Happiness and Sun Rays~just rambling and pondering!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 06:11:00 +0000

Rumi said, "Sell your cleverness and purchase bewilderment."

Do you ever walk out the door, look up into the sky and marvel at the fact that you can see forever? I try to do that deliberately and I believe it is a good thing to practice.

But very occasionally I will just be awestruck in random moments, by how magnificent and incredible it is that we are all just here.

There are all many theories and stories and beliefs about how this all came to be but I can never seem to get too caught up in the the "how" of it all. I'm just too completely caught up in the reality of it all!

This entire world of conscious beings in physical bodies set upon a sphere of stone and gas and air and water in orbit around a ball of fire, just takes me aback with the miracle of it all!

Infinity. Forever. Never ending. That is what I see in those moments when I look up in the sky and that is why it is easy for me to believe that I too am infinite, forever and never ending!

In those moments I am almost resentful, but not really because I am too entirely happy, of being weighed down by gravity and my physical body. Perhaps that's why flying has always fascinated me.(That and the fact that it is truly one of the best representations of humankind's creative spirit and ability to make things happen simply by considering the possibility and carrying it forward).

When I was a little girl I remember thinking, "If I live to be a hundred years old, I will never ever be able to learn everything there is to learn." This troubled me a great deal because I hungered to know EVERYTHING. Are all children like this? Mine all seem to be though they don't seem troubled by it I was. Now I'm not longer troubled but I do still hunger for knowledge. In fact I'm insatiable to absorb everything I can.

Particularly, people fascinate me. I love them, every single one and I am always fascinated by their thoughts, their motivation(or lack thereof) and how some seem to follow the status quo and grow and change at a remarkable slow rate while others are constantly moving and growing and learning new things.

I have had the great fortune lately to be able to spend time with some of the most interesting people I've ever met. I joined a local networking group with writers and artists, actors, editors, jewelry craftspeople etc. I've met some well known and fascinating celebrities and sat with a former Pentecostal Pastor's wife turned author from Newfoundland and had an amazing and insightful discussion about her life and philosophy which oddly enough is closer to my own than you might imagine. Her book, Feet First tells a story of amazing resilience and of the power of a human to overcome unimaginable circumstances.

Meeting these people has stimulated a new sort of growth in me, reignited my passion for life and reminded me that I still have a lot to learn!

Will I live to be a hundred? Of course! Not a doubt in my mind. I imagine I'll be a very cool centenarian and I'm hoping my hair will have grown long by then. People will tell me I don't look a day over eighty and I will have a pile of finished and published works under my belt including the television script and new novel that I'm working on now!

Will I have learned all there is to know in the world? Maybe not. But I will have learned all I am to know in the world and I'm going to make sure of it!

I was driving home yesterday and it was very blustery. The wind was blowing drifts of snow across the road and it was dull and drab.

Suddenly it became very bright. An amber glow was all around me. I was in a sun beam! Just one ray of sunlight was breaking through the clouds and it illuminated me like a streetlamp on a dark corner. I slowed down a little to bask in this warm light and smiled in delight at the pure beauty of it.

And this is one thing I have learned. I want to be like that ray of light. I want to brighten things for those who are having a dismal day. I want to leave every room a little brighter than when I entered it, leave people excited, leave people inspired and motivated to learn all there is to learn in their lives, leave this world a better place. Whether it's through my writing or my business or just from a conversation and being a friend to them, that is what I've learned about myself.

I may never know all there is to know. But knowing the kind of human I want to be and being that human makes me too happy to be concerned...after all perhaps it's not the knowing everything that's important but the willingness to be open to learning everything.

So there you have it, all of the things that make me happy. Learning, people...and sun beams.

Namaste

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:43:00 +0000

The Tart and the Hussy went purple this time! Hello Red Carpet!

On Monday night I took to the town! Hog Town! Toronto! Lauren and I, colour coordinated in shiny purple(blueberry tart perhaps?) hit the red carpet at the premiere screening of the CBC television series Mr. D. and Republic of Doyle. How we were lucky enough to get into this exclusive, by invitation only event, is a story on to itself. Let's just say, if you want something badly enough, and expect it will happen, it will. Some call it luck. I think it is magic!

And boy was it a star studded event! We hit the red carpet at approximately 7pm for our photo op which can be seen on the CBC live Face Book page. Then we took it upon ourselves to enjoy every last moment.

Instead of going in the theatre like good little guests we made the choice to stay with the celebrities and CBC executives, casts and crews and this afforded us the opportunity to stand at the edge of the red carpet and photograph all of the comings and goings of the CBC stars. We saw and met many of the most popular Canadians from the best television shows on the air today.

Familiar faces surrounded us as the likes of Wes Williams, Anne-Marie Mediwake, Dwight Drummond, Zaib Shaikh and Sitara Hewitt strolled around, chatting and taking photos. It seemed that they were all fans of each other as Blackberries and iPhone flashed capturing this exclusive event for their individual twitters and face book pages!

Lauren and I were there specifically in support of and to meet all of the members of the cast of Republic of Doyle. I had a lovely chat to the very talented Allan Hawco who looked at me and said, "I knows you!" and I compared rings with the funny, friendly and omg gorgeous Lynda Boyd who plays Rose on the series. We have a love of bling in common!

I met Alan Doyle of Great Big Sea for the first time. You read that right, the FIRST time. For those who don't know, I used to travel to Great Big Sea shows in places like Rochester, Guelph, Toronto, Ann Arbor, Buffalo, Niagara Falls, Mount Pearl, well the list goes on! But I had never met any of the band members. I did speak to Sean McCann at his concert in Waterloo last May and now, fter nearly 40 shows where I was in the front row for all but one of them(I was in the second row), I met Alan Doyle. He had earlier given me one of those "I knows you from somewhere but don't know where" looks, so I finally introduced myself to the him. He was very sweet, we grabbed a picture and had a little chat about his foray into acting in the past few years (Robin Hood with Russell Crowe and Republic of Doyle).

I took over one a hundred pictures, grabbed a few videos and then we watched the shows inside the theatre. They were both, seriously laugh out loud comedy and I highly recommend the shows but only if you have a sense of humour, love to laugh and have fun and are intelligent enough to get the jokes. The episode of Mr. D. has a decidedly silly and distinctly Canadian edge that had me in stitches and Republic of Doyle is more clever and well written than ever, with a great mystery, brilliant acting(Russell Crowe..duh) and comedic one-lines that made me giggle hours later. If you didn't catch it last night when it aired go to CBC today and catch the replay online. One zinger by Mark O'Brien(Des) still makes me smile and now I'm wary of the English.

We managed to stay out of trouble, drank water, ate popcorn, did not drool(with all the gorgeous men in the room I consider that a victory) or trip on the red carpet!

I am an ordinary person but sometimes I marvel at the extraordinary opportunities that life throws my way. There were about a dozen people at this event out of 400 not affiliated with the CBC or the shows that were screened. I was one of them. How does that happen? Magic.

But that is nothing compared to my next trick. Stay tuned. Interesting things are brewing for this Tart! A huge big event, the biggest and most original one yet! Yes, I am being cryptic, yes I am a tease..what else would you expect from a tart?

The Cast of Republic of Doyle!

CBC megastar and all around silly guy..posing for me..Rick Mercer

After almost 40 Great Big Sea shows in the late nineties I finally meet Alan Doyle of Great Big Sea..he smelled good.

He might bat for the other team but they still make a cute couple!

What a great sport! That's his "Take the friggin' picture" face.

Great fun! Nice to meet the famous Rick Mercer finally.

With the beautiful Lauren Hammersley

The Tart and the Hussy are hitting the red carpet!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 22:48:00 +0000

Guest starring in the premiere, Russell Crowe!

Omg Omg Omg. By an act of sheer will, wishing, and manifesting miracles, my friend Lauren and I (aka The Tart and the Hussy) scored tickets and once again we are hitting the red carpet at the season premiere screening of Mr. D and The Republic of Doyle in Toronto on Monday night!

I knew this would happen! I knew all of my life that I was destined for the red carpet. It is my karma..it is the way it should be! It is what I have planned on my whole life. I am red carpet material..yessirreee!

And I'm ready! When they ask me "Who are you wearing" I will reply "George of Walmart" of course, just like one of the stars at the premiere of any top notch show! What else would any self-respecting tart wear to an event of this caliber?

And of course this leads to the big dilemma! Whatever shall I wear? I'm just not a fancy girl and I don't really own anything, red carpet-ish. Last year the premiere was at a Pub...I have many many pub worthy outfits..no premiere in a theatre type digs though. I'm stumped.

I may be forced to shop! Damn it! Nothing like shopping to take the fun out of getting new clothes. Sigh. I now have a cleaning person and a personal trainer so perhaps I should look for a personal shopper next to avoid this kind of thing in the future.

All that aside, it will be fun. I will be shooting photos and videos but as usual won't be able to give any spoilers about the show so you'll have to wait until it airs on the CBC for that sort of information! Expect a full report here and of course, regular photos and updates on my Face Book and twitter as the event occurs!

Yes, once again I must don my best demeanor(usually I don a misdemeanor), behave like the lady I should be but am not, drink beer from a glass (with pinky finger extended), and enjoy a fun-filled night of celebrities and fantastic television in the city I love.

Yes it will be on the CBC news and last year ET Canada also reported from the event! And for goodness sake, if you don't already, start watching Republic of Doyle, Wednesdays at 9pm with the television premiere being this week! I'll reserve my recommendation for Mr D. until after the event!

And now I just have one thing to say. Squeeeeeeeeeeee!

Star struck tart~over and out!

The Skating Meditation

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 14:00:00 +0000

With the kids still home from school until Monday and the most amazing but busy Christmas season tucked warmly and neatly in a very special place in my memory, it has been a bit of a challenge to keep two very active little girls occupied and happy. Luckily several businesses in the area have sponsored free skating at the local arena and we have gone together for 2 hours every other day and we've gone to every one of them.

Finally, both of my little ones are able to skate independently without the back breaking necessity of me holding them up by the armpits and whirling them around the ice instead of their actually gliding along.

Which frees me up to skate independently! The first glitch was that I can't find my figure skates but what I did find in the garage is a pair of size six boys hockey skates. I have always skated in figure skates and while I realised there would be some obvious differences I was unaware of how much easier it is to skate in hockey skates!

So for nearly two hours every other day, I go around and around with music playing, other skaters whizzing by avoiding collisions and practicing in the unusual but comfortable boy skates. I feel the cool breeze on my cheeks as I circle the rink time and again. My feet ache at first, my legs protest this new activity but I carry on because the sensation of pushing forward, then gliding effortlessly, then pushing again with a crunch of blade against the ice surface is invigorating and meditative.

Sometimes bliss comes from the most unexpected sources. I expected to enjoy skating. I did not expect to be transported. Sometimes my thoughts drift to past days. I remember skating on the frozen ocean from our cove on Change Islands to two smaller islands with my dad. I was probably about ten. I remember my dream of someday skating on the ice surface of an NHL arena. But mostly I sit in that moment allowing all the good that is flowing my way to come. Breaking even with my life, matching up with my dreams, living with my contentment.

Freedom. It all comes down to that. There is nothing in life more valuable than the freedom to do that thing that makes you happy. It came to me in one blissful revolution around the rink that the reason I am able to be happy so easily is that I have chosen to be free. I have chosen, not been made to feel that I "have" to do the things that I do in my life. There is no force that I feel that makes me decide one way or another and in that autonomy I am free.

The road to this freedom is much like the skating..pushing off, avoiding the obstacles, falling occasionally when you are learning but then, with practice you start to glide through blissfully, happily, skimming the surface with just the occasional effortless push to propel yourself. You slow or stop, then go again. You get better at the entire thing until it becomes second nature and you know, with all your heart that this is where you are meant to be because you chose it. It is your expectation, not the expectation of others that you meet. It is your life that you live, not the one others would have you live.

I had the question asked of me the other day by someone who was completely burnt out from doing all that other people expected of them, "isn't happiness found in the service of others?" This is a great question and I answered in the affirmative. But I did qualify it.

It is actually in the service of ones self that happiness is found. If it is true happiness, it is so immense and overflowing that simply being that way serves others. A person who chooses to find their own happiness by being and doing that which pleases them is not selfish, they are simply doing what feels good and right. And if they are truly reaping happiness from their behavior they will want to share that by doing good for others and they will also bring those around them up with their happiness and that is, indeed, true service.

I spent all of my time before Christmas doing all of the things required for a happy holiday for all of us as do many others. Unlike many others, I did it completely without resentment and of my own volition. No guilt trips and I didn't do anything because it was expected. I stayed happy and enjoyed our holiday season. I asked for help when I needed it and I got it. Things got done. Things didn't get done. I moved on. I also did some service work, volunteered to help with the Salvation Army food hampers and gave money to charities whenever I could. All was in the service of others via my happiness and freedom. It was easy to do and give because I was choosing to do and give. I had not committed to do and give. I said no when no was appropriate and said yes as frequently as needed and to those things I wanted and did not want to do.

I have made only one commitment in my life and that is the commitment to my own happiness and well being. I have discovered freedom to be the key to that. From that springs forth a giving spirit not a selfish one. I take care of my family because it makes me happy. I run my business because of that. I write for my happiness and I choose when to do either or all of those things.

Big and fun things are coming in 2012 for me. I will write about some of them here in the next few days. Meanwhile give some thoughts to making your life yours, making yourself feel good so that you can share that good feeling. Giving isn't about the doing, it's about the feeling. In fact all of life is about the feeling so feel good whenever you can

Off to the rink this afternoon! Cheers!

Hope

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 22:00:00 +0000

Watch for my new book of Poetry coming in 2012 entitled "Hope"
Carolyn R. Parsons

Hope

Do you still see the brilliant light

inextinguishable and glowing

that rises from within and shines

genuine, rare and knowing?

Is it fair to say you understand

how rare this precious gift is

and treasure it and remember it

and know it will stay with us?

Have you tried to speak the honest words

that linger like a ghost

and say aloud those sentiments

that your sacred self still hosts?

Have you tallied all the words I wrote

that were printed on the pages

the story recorded in duplicate

and recorded for the ages?

Are you aware of what is growing

a gift as perfect as the giver

with sincere words flowing easily

like a honest, gentle river

Do you accept hearts are there for following

because they know where you should go?

For, sure as the Phoenix mocks the ashes

you reap precisely what you sow.

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 03:32:00 +0000

My Ordinary Life

My ordinary life is flash and sparkle

dazzling days and glimmering frosted happy eyes

My ordinary life magnetizes and authorizes

all lips to smile and hearts to sympathize

My ordinary life is fashioned from twinkling stars

and woven in the daylight's misty songs

My ordinary life whispers words of love and passion

and sets about to right a million wrongs

My ordinary life sees miracles and grabs them

and shares them with the passers that go by

My ordinary life shines like an angel's halo

and makes the devil want some wings to try to fly

My ordinary life knows wonder and excitement

and laughter likes to wander in and tarry

so that I wonder if indeed it's true

that this life I claim for me is ordinary

Tried to be ordinary but it didn't suit me so I stopped!
~Carolyn R. Parsons~

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The Nutcracker!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 00:50:00 +0000

Two enamored little girls with dancers!

Another two of the dancers from The Nutcacker

Sophia and Martina with their cousin Rachel, a dancer in The Nutcracker!

I'm back! I know it's been a while but I've returned for one last post of the year aside from some poetry that may find its way to the blog if I get a few moments free!

The Christmas days are behind me and now we are nearly on the eve of a new year! This was the most wonderful Christmas ever. It seemed to ease by somehow without the stress that most years bring. There were surprises and contentment joy and peace and all seemed to come together in perfect measure to create the perfect holiday. The presents were plentiful, the food amazing and the company splendid. I did not ask for anything and got more than most with the greatest gift being a healthy and happy family. Who could ask for more.

And here we are, on the cusp of a new year! As a believer that any moment is the perfect time to make a resolution, to make a change, I don't particularly believe in the value of January first, yet it is hard not to reflect on the year gone by, on the year to come and to wonder what, if any, changes could be made.

Today I went to the ballet. The Nutcracker was being performed at a local venue and I took my daughters there. As an added bonus, my cousin's daughter Rachel was dancing in the performance and it was wonderful to watch her on stage!

This is an old story. Klara falls asleep and the toys come to life and it could have been done in the very traditional sense but the artistic director put a new spin on the show. It had a very Canadian content and the set backdrops were actually Group of Seven paintings. Toy soldiers were Mounties and the animals were beavers and other distinctly Canadian creatures like loons. It was a wonderful variation and I enjoyed it likely more than the traditional performance.

So if my resolution was to be anything at this point it would be to be prepared to not do things that no longer work! I would take creative and innovative measures to achieve my goals. I will not be stuck in a rut and I will actually think through the decisions I make to see if I'm doing the things that I did in the past that carried me to an all too familiar but wrong place.

I intend to apply this to all areas including work, family and relationships. It is so easy to repeat the same mistakes over and over because the places the mistakes lead to feel familiar and comfortable. But familiar and comfortable aren't always the best things if they prevent you from getting what you want in life. If you 're settling for less than you deserve, if you want more, you may have to change the way you approach things. You may have to shake things up a little to propel yourself forward, to grow, to achieve your dreams! Nothing is impossible.

Also, I'm noticing that as my kids get older(two already out of the house), what wonderful company they are. When they were little I was limited in what I could do, babies and small children keep you close to home, keep you confined but when they reach an age where you can take them along and they're companions or leave them more then freedom returns and with it the ability to do more.

For example, I can now travel for a few weeks without them, be more impulsive, be more free. The baby years are fun but the big kid years are easier and freer! I loved having babies but I am so enjoying being free of that sort of commitment to home and hearth. I like working and having money and I like the three trips I have planned between now and March 31 most of all!

I also intend to up the excitement factor! I'm a bit of a "fun junky" and I cannot stand being bored. I need to dance more, travel more, socialise more because as much as I like baking and cooking and family life, I'm not really all that domesticated. Plus I'm very good at doing all of it anyway!!

So, New Years resolution? Not really because I plan on starting today! In this very moment! I've never been good at waiting!

Happy New Year everybody! And have fun! Life is not that serious...enjoy!

Dreams only dreamed are wasted and you have the ability to set your life up so that you can live them!

Tis the Season

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:59:00 +0000

Perhaps the Playoffs are my favourite time of the year...

It's the most wonderful time of the year. Well it kind of is. Now I don't create the kind of home where it looks like Christmas vomited all over the house. I'm very moderate. Some outdoor lights, a tree, a lighted wreath somebody gave me, some candles..that's it. I know people with 20 to 30 bins of Christmas decorations. I have two.

But I do love Christmas. An occasion to celebrate people and life and love and giving. Perfect!

And then there is my very favourite part.

The shopping!

Oh the thrill, the excitement of clamoring through the malls, facing the throngs, searching, shopping, finding the perfect present for that hard to shop for person, shopping...I love shopping...

I'm a bold-faced liar. How far did you get before you checked to see whose blog you were really on? Because those who know me know how much I hate it.

Malls (another blogger friend used to call them mauls) are my least favourite place on planet earth. Prison might be worse, but I've not been incarcerated(yet) so I'm going with malls.

I was invited to go cross border shopping in the US. Once the screaming subsided(mine) I declined. Sure, offer to torture me in two countries why not!

I have many reasons to hate shopping. First of all, bringing all the stuff into your house makes a mess. Second of all, as much as I love people, malls seem to bring out the worse in them and even when I go in with the sole intention of making other people happy by smiling and being friendly, I leave with a sense that I've wasted a great deal of time that I could have used doing something more pleasant, like porcupine sitting.

I did hire a cleaning lady...I hate cleaning and I've decided to not do things I hate. Is there such a thing as a shopping lady? I need a shopping lady...she could take pictures and bbm them to me and I could say yes or no from the comfort of my exercise ball-chair in my lovely writing space.

Sigh. The thing is..I love giving gifts...love thinking of and taking the time to put together the perfect items to make a person smile or remember or just enjoy the moment. So it's a great big dilemma always.

And I'm not crafty so the romance of making the perfect gift, while appealing, isn't possible. That would be the ideal of course, creating perfection and gifting it. No, my loved ones will not be the beneficiaries of special, one of a kind, hand made by Carolyn goodies. I have nothing of that sort to give.

So..it's off to the maul...er...mall I must go...toys, clothing, electronics, people, noise, more noise, consumerism, sneezing(I'm allergic to malls..seriously) and I shall enjoy. And I will wrap while drinking egg nog and rum and listening to Christmas carols.

There is no escaping it. It must be done. Santa needs my help and I'll have to go shopping. I will. Soon. There are many many many more shopping days to Christmas...and my calendar says I'm free on the 24th...yep..there..set a reminder and I'll go that day..if nothing comes up.

Sigh..wish I had elves.

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Happiness

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:21:00 +0000

Happiness

My life is a cake, red velvet and luscious

frosted with joy and sprinkled with lust

devoured with passion, enjoyed with a fervor

and a plan to stay innocent, to continue to trust

My perfect content is the amber of sunset

the russet that finger paints westward skies

this happy is not a badge for the judging

it is simply the sparkle in my joy filled eyes

My dreams have been sculpted by the spirit of others

whose hearts I hold gently and mould with my soul

I potter the clay with the warm kiln of love

and hope adoration is what they behold

Mornings are white like a canvas before me

I brush all the strokes to create the new scenes

vague on the details, bold in the moments

creating whimsical, silly, impossible dreams

This poet finds joy in the words that are written

no anger, no angst, just perfection in prose

the pen writes the rhymes and the heart taps the rhythm

a song of the ages that my heart somehow knows

Carolyn R. Parsons

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 23:26:00 +0000

Muse Cruise

Where once we breathed the bitter air

that transfused in us and made us care

now we grasp the tiger's tail

that pulls our life

and cuts our trail

Once life becomes the only goal

we can embrace the gifts we hold
reliance is our saving grace
inside the mirror's reflected face

For we are given but one chance

to curl and weep

or laugh and dance

Thoughts be our biggest enemies

for it likes to steal

possibilities

Do, don't think

except to learn

follow the heart

it's meant to yearn

my muse ignites my pen tonight

ambition's Phoenix

on an inaugural flight

And I shall be as I am meant

with happiness earned

and a life

well spent

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START the Holidays!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 13:29:00 +0000

The First Snowfall..I got out of the car to photograph the trees and snapped myself!

Look at those flakes in the above picture? (yes, including me). I was driving to St. Mary's, Ontario and the first snow of the season started on my drive. Traffic was slow as cars carefully navigated the sometimes white-out conditions and potentially slippery route. Hands were white-knuckled on steering wheels and shoulders were shoulders tight with apprehension. Yes, most of the faces of the other drivers were serious as they crept along the tree lined road to the town.

I, however, pulled over on to the shoulder. I then let them all go by with a wave and smile and when the traffic was past, I started to shoot some pictures with my Blackberry. The snowflakes were large, flying about like bits of tissue paper as the breeze whirled around my face and brushed a chilling rouge on my cheeks.

The sun was shining though, through the flakes, and so, they were only lasted for a moment before their transformation into a different form occurred and they became, damp memories of their unique and individual selves.

And of course I'm going straight into that analogy. They transformed after brightening my life for a brief moment. You know what I'm going to say next don't you?

But I'm going to say it anyway. We come here, unique and alone, for a brief period of time. We can choose to trudge through, hands clenched on the wheel, moving forward slowly, passing others in an attempt to get where? Somewhere more important than where we are?

Perhaps a better choice is to relax, smile, go slowly sometimes, go fast others, stop and enjoy instead of trudging through. To brighten life for the brief time we're here, the lives of others of course, but mainly to brighten our own lives by seeking those things that make us happy. By living with autonomy, free of the constraints of others opinions and judgments. What did people think of me that day? With my Blackberry, shooting pictures of trees in a storm? I don't effing know and I don't effing care. I had FUN! It brightened my day.

I wonder, of all the cars out in that first snowfall, enjoyed it. How many of them said, "wow, look at how that snow is sitting on those trees, like a Rockwell painting come to life" and how many cursed the fact that they didn't yet have their winter tires on.

I'm not saying winter tires aren't important, I'm saying, life and joy, is more important.

John Lennon has a wonderful quote about this.

"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life."

The minute I learned to know that happiness is a choice, my whole life changed. The second I decided to watch the snowflakes instead of worrying about the snowfall, I became happy. When I made the conscious decision to hold my dreams close and to never lament the fact that they weren't coming true, they all did.

So, it's heading into the season of love and joy. And shopping. I hate shopping..but I'll do it, because the fruits of my labours will make everyone a little happier!

And know what made me happier this week? A box of "The Secrets of Rare Moon Tickle" arrived the same time I was given the release date for my new poetry book, coming out February 1st! A great Valentine's Day gift!

And I will be selling books at a local art event on December 3, 2011! See the poster below and come by, buy a signed copy of "The Secrets of Rare Moon Tickle" and say hello! Hear some entertainment and enjoy some refreshments! Check out the website START THE HOLIDAYS

And if you're not local, get your copy HERE and those who are back home on Change Islands, NL, my mother still has copies!

Now I'm off to the gym. This flake is getting healthy and fit! Have a wonderful day!

The Dark Ocean

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 12:47:00 +0000

The Dark Ocean

The dark ocean

moves to me
in a tide of emotion

it batters hard at

this rock that is

purely made of devotion

Propriety makes rules

that are meant to

be easily broken

snapped like a band

stretched to the limit

by words spoke and unspoken

Life makes arrangements

with details and moments

to be lived and enjoyed

even while the heart

in its feline independence

is otherwise employed

Our feet walk down paths

set before us by teachers and guides

But we blaze our own trail

take our own time

and hitch our own rides

The earth spins in space

and we feel not the

breeze of its turning

but its not quite

that simple, is the truth

I'm finally learning

I am that rock

that is totally

devoted to you

but perhaps just the dark ocean

loves big and forever

as I do...

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This Quiet Love

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 02:37:00 +0000

This Quiet Love

This quiet love is wistful

hidden behind a smile that is vibrant

but missing what was

this quiet love sheds tears

for what it knew was not to be

but hoped would for us

This quiet love whispers

to a heart that misses a beat

at the thought of what was lost

this quiet love does not fade

and watches as the counter

tallies up the final cost

This quiet love is stealth

and silent,

like a mountain meadow

this quiet love is waiting

for the wind to drop

and the sun to cast a final shadow

This quiet love tastes salty tears

on lips that kissed

its only one

and does not admit aloud

that all the quiet love

that was, is not gone

"The fascinating thing about love is not so much that it is miraculous..but that it is at all...enjoy the love you are lucky enough to give and the love you get will take care of itself."

Update Time!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 11:18:00 +0000

The best pumpkin in hockey history! Go Bruins..er...Happy Halloween I mean!

Happy Halloween folks! Yes it is that time of year when we all get to be whoever we want to be and behind hidden masks do things we would never do if our face was showing! Kind of unfortunate that it's only behind a mask we do this. What if we all shed all our year-round masks and were ourselves, our true and honest, core behind the mask personal self. Oh what a scary thought that is. Even I, who live my life as large and openly as possible don't feel you need to know every.little.thing. about me. Like my bra size..completely secret except to a special few.

And I haven't deliberately been absent from my blog. My computer was broken but it is fixed now, finally. I had to depend on the library, then a loaner machine for a few weeks and both limited my online time. But I'm back now! Thanks for sticking around!

So..what is up with me. So much. I have taken so many turns in my life lately that were unexpected, yet wonderful, that I'm reeling from all the changes. Word of advice. Don't make plans. Or, make them but leave them open ended because, well the universe has other plans and the universe is much bigger!

First up I am taking a lot of full body shots of myself. Yes, my vanity knows no bounds. But there is a method to my madness because as part of my new business, with ViSalus Science, I've started using the products and I am losing weight and slimming down at a remarkable rate. I feel full of vitality and energy and promoting these products is easy because they work and I am the proof. I don't weigh, never have, never really cared about my size, felt at home in my fluffy body but my health said, nope, gotta slim down and quite by accident these products and this business fell into my path and voila..a complete metamorphosis. Not a sales pitch, I am not a salesperson, but it is obvious to me now that I was malnourished. Even with my own cooking from scratch, high quality products, I was deficient in so many things. After just ten days of optimal nutrition on the program my body was performing better and feeling better and the weight is slipping off. And since I'm an all out kinda gal, I've now joined a gym, hired a trainer and have plans for a trip to Jamaica in April and damned if I'm not wearing a bikini on that beach!!!

I think we all lose sight of the fact that our physical health is the basis for all other. That we are body, soul and mind and that in order to optimize our walk on this planet we need to be accountable for caring and feeding all three properly. I think I've finally got the physical down again. I feel balanced.

The best part is that I'm back in business. I spent quite a bit of my time in the corporate world in the media industry and before that a couple of years in finance at a brokerage firm. I have a business background but my experience there left me jaded and the thought of working for anyone in that capacity made my soul suck back into my gizzard and hide in fear. Yet, I LOVE negotiating and networking and being in business. I also love earning money. And this new business is giving me all of that. I love using those skills again. I have solid credentials, I am a good business person, I'm a good leader and a good manager and I'm building a team that I want to make as successful as I'm becoming in this new venture. It is wonderful. It is "happy making!"

BUT. You know my first love is writing. And it is not going anywhere. So, the novel still gets attention daily. It is a slow process but it's coming along. But even more interesting news is that I am collaborating with two friends of mine on a play. One friend wrote the story and myself and the other friend are adapting it for the stage. It is fun. We started on Friday and the goal is to finish a script and then perform it. And yes I will be one of the actors. I've got a juicy role, a rich socialite snob apparently. No acting involved, I am that right now...method actor perhaps! How will this hippie vegetarian pull that off I wonder? Oh well, I have a faux fur to practice in!

I am a social person by nature and I love the collaborative type of writing. As much as I can drown myself in the waters of my imagination during a full out novel writing session, this sort of writing is easier for me because it isn't solitary. I don't have to force myself to do it! We had so much fun and got a third of the way through an outline of a script for the play! Can't wait for our next meeting on Friday.

In addition to all of that, I'm participating in a book fair with 4 other authors at a really cool place called Factory 163. The event is an art Christmas sale and this year some authors are participating together. I'm very excited. I'll be there with copies of The Secrets of Rare Moon Tickle. More details to follow for you local folks who might want to buy some very cool art or fantastic books for those on your Christmas shopping list!

Oh yeah, and I still have those children. 2 are out of the house now and 2 are currently asleep. Today I also have my beautiful grandson Dante tucked into bed upstairs. He is spending the day with his Gigi while his mommy and daddy are at work. What a joy! And tonight we all don our masks and costumes and head out for candy and treats. Oh the joy!

But I will be moderate with the treats myself because my body is totally high on nutrition and I'm not bringing it down with junk food. I like this feeling of being healthy and youthful and vivacious. It suits me.

Happy Halloween folks. Wear the masks today but let them slip bit by bit. It's better to be hated for being yourself than loved for being somebody you are not!

Still me in a smaller frame! Happy Halloween! Healthy, wealthy and looking for wisdom!

Rumi-nating...

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 12:00:00 +0000

My brother is getting married. This is very exciting news. His fiancee is a wonderful woman and it is thrilling for me to have a new sister.

Today she asked for some help with another wedding she has to make a toast at on the weekend. Her friends who are getting married in Vegas, (my personal dream wedding location...so fun!) asked her to speak and so she asked me for help with ideas.

I looked through the Internet for inspiration and found nothing quite suitable for this couple. Then I remembered a quote by Rumi that I had jotted down a few weeks ago.

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi

This is the message I sent to her and how I suggested she use the quote...

What about this...I love this..if you build upon this..you have a couple who have found each other later in life..they've spent a lot of time learning who they each are as individuals..they've probably had some negative experiences in life and in love and disappointments..but here they are together..a couple...close and ready to enjoy the moments..all of the barriers against such a possibility removed and all of the hope for each day together bright and luminous and obvious. It speaks to all who are still searching and all who have thought maybe it's not there for them.

For those who are unfamiliar, Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī , known as Rumi, was a theologian and scholar and poet of the 13th century in Afghanistan. His native language was Persian but his work has been translated into English(among other languages) and is one of my great inspirations.

Since she liked it I sent her my favourite quote of Rumi's and one of my favourite quotes on romantic love of all time and suggested it might work for her own wedding.

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

~Rumi

This has always reflected my knowing that when you meet "the one" you recognise them. There is no mistaking it. That it is just there, not someone new but someone who has been with us always. There are many kinds of love, most of us will love many people in different ways, but one will stand out as connected in someway to us on a different level. There is no explanation, no reason, so logic, it just is as it is.

Yes..like Rumi I am a romantic. While others scoff at it as nonsense, I love the idea, the dream, the possibility and the delight that such romantic love exists. I love knowing it exists.

And in all my life, I've only ever seen proof, that I am right.

Maybe it's time I started working on that novel seriously. Maybe I'm meant to write loves stories, with twists and turns and heart wrenching impossible and possible love.

Perhaps he said it best when he wrote...

How could you reach the pearl by only looking at the sea? If you seek the pearl, be a diver: the diver needs several qualities: he must trust his rope and his life to the Friend's hand, he must stop breathing, and he must jump. ~Rumi

Never be afraid to jump into love..the pearl is worth the dive.

Riches and Wealth!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 15:40:00 +0000

A much younger Sophia...she's 8 now and a delight!

I recently embarked upon a new career path. One that I'm finding to be quite lucrative financially. It is very rewarding to find a way to make money and help people along the way. I've never been all that motivated by financial gain but stumbled upon this quite by accident and I'm loving the work and enjoying the rewards!

So now, add entrepreneur to my resume. Don't worry, I'm still finding time to write. In fact, I'm finding MORE time to write somehow. Go figure.

Yes, I'm a busy girl with 3 jobs now..that's right because, the most valuable and most enjoyable job I have is being a mom. I've got great kids and I have one goal for them. I want them all to be good, kind and happy people.

Yesterday morning I gave each of my girls money to buy their milk at school. Milk is .75 cents. So they should be good for a couple of days right?

But, somebody told me that Sophia spent all of her milk money yesterday!. Knowing this, I asked her casually if she had bought milk for her lunch. She said "yes, but I need more money for tomorrow," kind of trying to get around my question a little..so I prompted further and she admitted that she had bought milk for her and 3 of her friends using the money I gave her and some money of her own.

She looked a little afraid, thinking perhaps this might get her in some trouble. After all, the money was supposed to last a few days.

I asked her if she realized that this might mean she would have no milk for herself for the rest of the week and she said yes, but her friends didn't have any money and they wanted milk. So she bought it. She waited anxiously for my response.

I walked over and gave her a big hug and told her I was very proud of her. She smiled from ear to ear. I also told her that she should never be worried about being generous, that if she is generous the rewards will come her way. Perhaps she wouldn't have milk money for the rest of the week but she for sure would have friends and that's even more important. She agreed because that's what she was thinking all along.

See, money is just a tool. It can be a wonderful way of getting the things you want and need for yourself and your family. But it is also a tool for creating good will and sharing. I want my children to understand that it is OK to have money, that they are entitled to as much abundance and wealth as this world can provide them but that with it comes the amazing gift of being able to share that with anyone you feel like sharing it with.

If my children become millionaires I will be proud of them. But I am even more proud I am of my little 8 year old Sophia who spent her entire week's money on her friends.

She has lucky friends. And I'm one lucky mom!

This Close

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 13:58:00 +0000

This close to capturing the moon!

This Close

Remember when we were this close to perfection?

until it all slipped away like a breath or a sigh

remember how close we were to that promise

recall how we loved and then said good bye?

Remember the sparks that ignited our fire

my lips can still taste your sweet gentle kisses

we had only just started before it all ended

in this life that's a series of near hits and near misses?

Remember the moon that we promised each other

in the dark of the night when our lives were still good

why did we not reap from the love that we gathered,

the roses that bloom, not the thorns that drew blood?

Was it real or a dream or a lie or a promise

or an illusion like time, to be marked and remembered

if it's gone then why is it here at the moment?

So close once again, so present and treasured

The mysteries of life and of love dance in tandem

with the words of the poet, the ghosts of the bard

just as we danced when we were together

before we were stripped of the final reward

Perhaps this was all a part of the journey

to love as we can in each moment we live

with a lifetime of promises left unspoken

and a lifetime of love still in us to give

Living an Optimal Life!

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 15:56:00 +0000

Hi! It's me! The bad penny is back! I have missed you so much! How are you? I still have no computer though a wonderful friend has sent me one to use that I should get any day now...bless her! Mine needs a keyboard which is on back order and I'm just not good at writing at the library but I'm trying!

This library is beautiful, by the way. It's brand new, a renovated motel/inn and it's large, bright and airy and full of life. So I'm happy here..just limited by the hours.

And as I was sitting here working on the website and training for a new business venture I've become involved with I'm trying to feel out how this whole thing fits into my life. A business, writing, a family to raise, a grandson. But money is necessary and I need to work and though I made money writing, it's not lucrative and I need an income that ensures I can continue. Don't worry, I'm not going to use this space for selling products. I will say simply that the venture involves nutritional products that can be used for a variety of purposes including weight loss. I call my business Optimal Life. Because that's always my goal, to live the best possible life I can.

But it does have to do with my own life and health. I tested the products before I stepped into the business side of it. Because, the truth is, I have not dieted for years. This was something I had become quite proud of. I became quite comfortable with my body size and shape and I've never tried to be more than healthy. I enjoy cooking, I enjoy eating and the opinions of others, including(and especially men) as to what constitutes beauty in a woman, were never relevant to me. I liked the way I felt in my body and I loved the full roundness of it, the fluffiness of it. I am so much more than my body and if someone doesn't get that then they're not really going to be part of my circle of friends.

Then my body let me down. I became sick and in order to heal properly I was advised that I would have to lose weight. I scoffed. I fought it. And I didn't really get better. My energy level was low. And it continued..and instead of losing I actually gained weight. I finally got scared and desperate.

So...quite serendipitously..I discovered something that worked for me...and within 2 weeks had me feeling better than I had since last January..perhaps better than I had ever! And so I started working for the company.

I was very excited and then I saw this thing come through face book..and it's of this beautiful French model, Tara Lynn...here is the note.

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.

They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.

They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?

They would have no sex life and could not bear children.

Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.

And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.

We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.

Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

When I read that note I was a bit sad. See I had accepted my body as it was...I was comfortable. I look at the model and think she IS so beautiful and more like my ideal.

So I meditated it on it for a while and I realised something..this note is very close minded. First of all we are not our bodies! We are our selves. The body we are in is simply where we live. Second of all, accepting your body as it is is a GOOD thing...but that doesn't mean that for all women large is best. We are not whales OR unicorns..we are human women..all different inside and out...and if we spend our time worrying about what the outside is like perhaps we will never get to fully emerge on the inside! I am NOT my body.

This note also does not address the very real fact that worrying about what others think of you often makes you decide things that make you unhappy. If someone judges me because I am choosing to get healthy, well...kiss my arse..if you judge me because I'm fat..kiss my fatter arse. I really don't care what you think..I am a valid and important human and I have to live in a body that feels good to me..that is vibrant, healthy and well and I have to be happy in it as does every woman on the planet!

For appearance sake I would never try to become smaller or change my body shape...but for health reasons I will. Because ultimately what I want most from my body is for me to LIVE in it a while longer. I was happy with my larger size...I am happy with my smaller size...but I was above all very UNHAPPY with my sick and tired body.

Self confidence is a love of self..not a love of body. I am a confident woman at any size. I am healthier at this smaller size.

I am not my body..but it's where I have to live and I need it to function and last awhile because I have books to write, children to raise, a business to run and a life to live and enjoy! But my self is a whole nuther thing and I like that thing.

This morning I was walking my usual route and then I veered off into the road where the sidewalk has ended for the past few years. I realised that, now, however the sidewalk is complete, all finished, but out of habit I had stepped off in the same place I usually did to avoid walking through the mud.

It made me think..how often do we follow our old routines, comfortable in our choices, happy where we are only to have things set down differently, new paths, repaired walkways for us that actually improve our walk. How frequently do we just go about our lives out of habit instead of making conscious and mindful decisions about our lives that will improve them.

I told somebody recently that to this point, I had never made a single mistake in my life. They looked at me oddly, for surely everybody has made a mistake. And from a judgemental point of few I'm sure she could list off a few that looked pretty bad. But from where I sit, where the air is fresh, my body works, my friends are plenty and my family is healthy and happy, I've started making an income that ensures I will be able to continue my passion for writing, how could there have ever been any mistakes? If now is great, then everything before now, got me to this wonderful place.

And now is great because I feel it to be so.

It is good to be back blogging. Stay happy. Stay healthy and have some freakin' fun will ya!

The Message

noreply@blogger.com (Breeze) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 10:00:00 +0000

Sunset on Change Islands. Photo Credit: Carolyn R Parsons

The Message

Now that I am dead

I am alive

no body traps me

I do not strive

Now that I am dead

I am set free

no carbon prison

contains me

Now that I am dead

I do not care

if that shell of mine

is dust or air

Now that I am dead

I always soar

and I'll fly free

for evermore

Now that I am dead,

though you may mourn,

you remain harnessed

but I am reborn!