Showing posts with label being strong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being strong. Show all posts

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Mabuhay! ( Long Live! )

A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson...

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

A HAPPY JOYFUL AND LOVE FILLED EASTER TO EVERYONE!

Friday, February 15, 2008

My Friendly Alien Clerk

Cupid and whoever is the power behind April Fools decided to join forces and target me yesterday. Visualizing the horrendous traffic on this particular night, I opted that the whole family just stay home and have pizzas, wine, and of course my chicken celery soup and my home grilled peppered steak with gravy.

I was happy just fixing up the homey' and prepping up everything. My paperwork could wait till the next day I said. Even my little garden was pretty and the mild breezy weather was simply cool and divine. A Valentine day really.

Around three in the afternoon I had everything set and so I took a quick shower, pony tailed my hair, grabbed on a pair of old faded jeans and wore my favorite moss colored cotton shirt.

It was more of a stroll what I did, just admiring the neighborhood gardens as I made my way to the Homeowner's Association Office where I had a bill to settle.


So I get there and this lady clerk looks up to me from her table and I smile my usual smile and say hi. Somehow there's something about her I truly find mildly odd. I can't point out what it is except just a feeling that we give out pleasantries to each other but we couldn't care less really. I could also sense ever since that she was the "nosy" type. You know, the kind who would ask you itzy' questions to find out things in your life. There was, to me, something precisely "bogus" about her.

Well she makes small talk while I write out a check. She inquires a few detailed things about my family and I answered in a friendly way. Then she asked about my boys....their ages..where they study. I was okay with that...handed her the check...asks her to give it a thorough review for errors or anything. Theeeeeen before I could even stop speaking she goes...

"Your husband.....ummmmm'.....he is younger than you eh?....How much younger is he???..."


My lips froze into a twitch. It felt like the whole of me suicidally plunged beneath this icy frozen pond in some yet to be discovered part of Mars!!!

In my mind I was in in freeeeeeeezing country, planet, galaxy..wherever...hell probably... and this deathly foul half alien woman, with her blood shot eyes, her pointed horns, her wicked razor claws was crazily baring her bleeding fangs at me!!! A true creature of the dark who wanted fresh meat and I was dinner!

What do you do in such deathly situation oh' tell meeeh! Spear!..I needed spear!!

"Love thy neighbor," Cupid angelically whispered in one part of my soul. "Here's my arrow of looooove Luxie....you are light...florescent...incandescent.....glooooowing," stupid Cupid continues.

I madly snarled at him hissing, "It isn't an arrow I need idiot!

"I want blood!"...

"I want gut!"..

"I want innards spilling all over this "f^%&ing floooor!!!.......hear meeeeh????!!!!"

Course...in reality, I sat there maintaining my friendly composure with a plastered smile saying,
"Oh' we're pretty much the same age.."

Then she goes on with more idiotic phrases saying how women can look older than husbands because we get to do more unlike them..


I say nothing about this, thanked her for the receipt and walked home broiling in irritation and reeling in twilight. Once home I called up a friend and told her about my encounter of the third kind..Oh' gawd' we talked about great retorts I could have given back...but too late....

Thing is...just the night before I had a moment of silent meditation wherein I asked God to help me be kinder and nicer to people...to live from the inside and not to get strength from superficial sources....

Perhaps this is one way in which the universe is helping me to learn...about loving the unlovable...

Or perhaps to just accept the fact that there will always always always aaalwaaaays be stupid people around...

Idiots abound...

Aliens are among us...

It is the way I see myself that really counts.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

My NOW


That belly dancing video I bought about three months ago is sleeping snuggly' in the DVD rack. I had fun watching it once then tried the moves.....eeeeks!'....Why am I so stiff? So I opted for the yoga video....watched it for a week...learned the breaths..learned a little bit of "yogi doo' vocabulary"....tried it twice and now yoga video is "oming" in meditative bliss just beside the sultry belly dancing vid.


Yesterday, I saw a pole dance video in the store...Looooked interesting..."You don't even have to take your clothes off" it says on the cover...Wait...doesn't that take out a bit of the fun?! Snooks'...I would need a pole though for this one..Wonder what kind?...Steel?.....Bamboo? I don't have any poles around here...Oh' wait...look outside...electric poles! Yaaaah!

Oh' heck'...I guess my gym membership has expired. Me' don'tz think I wanna' go back there...too noisy. Anyway, there's this aerobic yoga place near here...I don't know what that means...Is it a mixture of aerobics and yoga?!...Is that even possible?....There was pilates mentioned in the streamer...Know what?..I swear....sweeear tomorrow I'm gonna' take a peek...Doubt if I'd like it though'...I think I'm some sort of a "solitary practitioner"..Whatever....right now...it's a Coke can and a pack of potato chips I'm practicing on...Oh' well..

Was thinking awhile ago...how "free" it is to not have to prove anything to anyone....or to myself...To not have the urge to impress or compete or look to your left and to your right to determine if somebody is one up on you...To not have to race anyone...To not have to be one step ahead...

I faced myself in the mirror and said..."You don't have to prove anything...to anyone...or to me.You're okay already. You're there."

Then somehow...I dunno why.......I felt free...I felt here...I felt NOW.