Be free-floating, allowing the situation to surround you, and be in it. Take in the full surroundings, including the temperature of the water.
This may bring incredible clarity, presence and focus. This is what is means to be a jellyfish.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Music Monday! Morning Has Broken

This song brings back memories of Easter and church for me.
It was played many Easters at our church when I was growing up.
My father was the organ player, and I loved to hear him play this in practice at home, and then again at church.



When I heard it playing Cat Sevens version on the radio, I loved it. A church song playing on the radio - how cool. I was then, and still am, a Cat Stevens fan. I was a kid then, I thought AM radio was cool. I still do actually - it WAS cool back in the 70's.

Whatever it takes to bring the idea to the masses that we should give thanks.
It was said by the editor of the hymnal it was first published in (In 1931) that:

 "there was need for a hymn to give thanks for each day."

There IS a need to give thanks each day.
A habit I have been trying to keep up with.

So give thanks, even though it is Monday.
Give thanks that we have.....
beautiful music,
sunshine,
rainfall,
wind,
chocolate (I am sure you all have some extra around the house today...),
and mainly that we have another day to live, and love.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Two for Tuesday! Whiter Shade of Pale - Conquistador

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor



What a mood Whiter Shade of Pale creates! Hubby was searching for this song the other day. That organ haunting his mind. He just had to find it, and we must have listened to it 6 times that day.
But who doesn't love the imagery of skipping the light fandango?

The poetic nature of Procol Harum songs is wonderful. I never knew any other songs they did, so I searched, and found it is not just their popular hit that is like reading a great poetic story.

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind




I feel it is safe to say, most people don't remember the unusual name of the band of that enduring classic song - one of the few singles to have sold over 10 million copies.

And probably most are like me, and never heard Conquistador, their second hit.
I still get a kick out of their name, certainly not one that sticks with you, named after a cat.

It never hurts to throw in some good poetic stories set to wonderfully mellow, somewhat haunting music. So sit back, relax, and be taken in by the mood and wistful colorful words. It might be just the thing you need to get you through the week.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Thankful for....My Gray Hair and Wrinkles

Yes. I can say that with confidence - I am thankful for my grey hair and wrinkles.
And slightly large middle section (I call fluffy), and scars.
Most days anyways.

Actually most days I barely think of it.
It is what it is.

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However - yesterday I found out how other people see me.
Well at least one other person.

I was at the hair salon, waiting to get a much needed haircut. I had not taken one bit of time to do anything with my hair that day, so it was a bit wild and and frizzy.

I ended up chatting with someone who I barely knew (met her almost 6 months ago, and hadn't seen her since). We were chatting about, well, hair.
She, I will call her 'D', had just that day decided not to get highlights in her hair, she was letting the grey show, and seemed quite proud of her decision.

D's justification and story about what led her to this point was long, and unecessary in my opinion, but I let her go on.
She was waiting for her 15 year old son to finish getting his hair cut.

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So about when she was done, I let her know I that I understood how she felt, and said I gave up coloring years ago, at the encouragement of my hubby. He hated that I colored my hair, and I finally gave it up.
(Why would you not give it up when your hubby of many years says he thinks you look sexy with that streak of grey going down your right side, like Rogue?)

And I was glad - it became such a hassle.
I colored my hair myself, bought a box and suffered the process: to sit there in an old button down shirt with goop on my head, breathing toxic fumes for 20 minutes and then having it slide down my body in the shower while I wait for the water to run clear.
I could not afford the luxury of paying someone else to do it.
What a relief to stop.

Then D, who was finally at the point to live comfortably with her grey, quite happy about it even, said that were were not so different then, her and I.
And THEN says, "I assume we are about the same age, right?" I mumbled something like 'maybe', not feeling a real connection to this woman, and growing a bit tired of the conversation.
She then blurts out "well I am 59, you are about the same right?"

WHAT THE F$%K?????

I couldn't hide my shock. And probably shot her a pissed off look briefly.
She looks horrified suddenly and says "No?"

I slowly say "Nooooo, I am 47." More than 10 years younger than her, thank you very much.
D was mortified. SO WAS I!

Do I really look more than 10 years older than I am?
F-me.

Now, maybe it is becuase we talked about our kids, and my kids are all older than hers.
D had hers at 44 years old.
I had mine younger.
So based on her perception, me with a 24 year old 'kid', I must have seemed older than I actually am.
Was that it? Or did I simply look older??

Do I look more than 10 years older than I am????
I actually considered asking my hairdresser to add a wee bit of color to the day.


Then it was my turn to get my hair done, and my wonderful friend, who also is my hairdresser, greeted my with a hug and says ' Oh you are so beautiful! What are we doing with your hair today?' She always says that when I see her.
I love her!

One of the previous times I saw her I told her I was wondering if I should cover up some of the grey. She said "NO! Your hair is beautiful, you don't need to color it!".
A hairdresser....not wanting to color your hair.....
She told me everyone is actually coloring their hair to look like mine, which I laughed at and I completely doubted everyone was going for the mousey brown with grey speckles and a clump of grey going down the right side.
She convinced me, well she agreed with hubby so that was 2 people now, saying that my hair color was 'awesome' (her word, says it every time I see her - I love her!), and I should not do a thing with the color.

So, while I am NOT thankful that D chatted with me while I brag about my adult children, and then thinks we are so alike we must be the same age, and that age is fifty frikin nine, I AM THANKFUL for my grey hair, and wrinkles.
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It shows I have lived. I have laughed, I have cried, I have been angry and frowned, been happy and smiled, fallen and got scars and got up and recovered.
I have lived, and I am thankful to be where I am now.

I am a little big in the middle, I have grey hair, I wear glasses. (I suffer from acute nearsightedness - I wear contact lenses usually, but now, in addition, I find reading glasses to be quite helpful for the up close stuff!! I bought a hot pink pair of reading glasses)

I am more than middle aged. But I really don't sweat the looks anymore.
I am what I am. I like french fries and ice cream, and burgers, and pizza.

I am thankful for the ones I love who also don't sweat the looks.
Or maybe have learned to love the looks.
Or maybe they don't see the shortcomings in the looks, maybe they just see....me.

I am so lucky to have those people in my life.
I am so thankful I have lived to get this grey hair, wrinkles, scars, and fluffy middle.

I will also be thankful if I don't see D, who sees me as 59, for a very long time.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Music Monday! Strange

Yes, we are all strange.
Makes the world a wonderful interesting place.


I spent the weekend re-discovering LP.
I still love Into The Wild.
My blog of when I featured it for Music Monday came up in my FB memories.
(I get lost on those stupid FB memories regularly)
So I listened to it again, and then got curious to find some of her other music.
So I spent the weekend going through her music.
I found myself listening to her songs, several more than once.
Liked a lot of what I found.

Yes, we are all strange.
Thank goodness.
I appreciate this song for featuring how we should keep those strange people who appreciate the stangeness in us. How lonely and boring the world would be if we weren't all strange.

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And yes, this will get stuck in your head.
You're welcome.

We are all strange
And it ain't never, never, ever gonna change
We are all strange
And it ain't never, ever, never gonna change

Ah, oh, la, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah
Ah, oh, la, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah
Ah, oh, la, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah
Ah, oh, la, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Crazy Irish Jog - Just the Thing to Get Me Out of a Rut

It had been over 2 weeks since I did any real exercising.
And a particularly tedious week at work.
On Friday morning I was sitting on the back porch enjoying a cup of coffee looking forward to getting off work early (we get done a half hour earlier on Fridays) and coming home to relax, put the week behind me and get in to enjoying our house.

Then I remembered.
I had signed up for the 26th annual  St Patricks Day 5k Irish Jog.

It was after work.
Not enough time for me to come home to change, had to bring my gear in and change at work and go.
I was bummed!
The thought of having to stay in town, and then go 3.14 miles, after such a week, and when I was looking forward to just hanging out, chillin'.
BUMMER.

But I had committed to it. I wasn't so bummed that I would blow it off.
So I packed my bag.
Workout pants, shirt, socks, shoes, ponytail holder, hat, tom tom runner, headphones and hand-me-down ipod.
As I was packing, the bummer feeling lifted and I realized this was getting me out of my rut.
I was in a big rut. Nothing worked to get me out of it until this point.
So heck, I may as well enjoy it.


This crazy course was perfect for kicking me out of my rut too.
I didn't realize really now windy it was - and it makes a nice little picture there too.
I see wings of some creature there. Do you? Or am I still on 'the runner's high'.
So I did what I hadn't done in so long. I took pictures while I was wogging.



It was crowded. Very.


There was far to much green. Green hair, big green hats, tutus, costumes, little green hat.

And the shirts weren't even green this year.


I never really tried taking pictures WHILE I was joggin.
Until this race.

And then I realized WHY I don't take pictures WHILE jogging.
I didn't even know I took the pictures until I got home and was showing hubby.


We had a good laugh.
But this course is actually great.
Winding path, green grass mixed with little roads (for the golf carts).


Well mostly green grass. A lot of it was brown.
We need some rain, and no, the golf course is not open for golf anymore.
Thus the brown grass.
The tutus were many.


And I still don't know how little kids get through a 5k.
I swear the last thing I wanted to do in elementary school was run, or even walk, 3.14 miles.


But the course, again, is not too shabby.
You twist and wind, and go up and down tiny little hills, and finally get to see North Sound.
Not too close to it, but still.


And then you turn around, and get the beginnings of a sunset.
It was still a wee bit too early for the rich colors, but at the end of the race it is certainly a nice view to be rewarded with.

I was a hot sweaty mess at the end.
I was incredibly thirsty - I stopped at every water station on the way too.
So I attacked the orange wedges, drank a bottle of water, and threw up a little in my mouth when I past the BAR, yes there was a bar featuring Baileys Irich Cream. After a 5k? Blech!

So I had another orange wedge and walked to the car sucking the orange from my teeth.
Called home, they said 'We will order the Chinese Food so you can pick it up on the way home!'
Now THAT is a reward.

I am happy to say that the race did get me out of the rut.
I went out this morning and did a nice 3.3 miles wog.
It felt really good, even though I was still a little sore from Friday.
And I brough my phone and took pics again.
But this time I stopped to take the photos.


Yes that is a duck on a fence.
There were 4 on the roof of the house of this property, but that pic was just too blurry still.
Stopping to take the pic didn't help that one.
I will practice, I like getting back in to this wog picture habit and out of that rut.
And my neighborhood course has a nice reward too.


One of these days I am going to just run right into the ocean and take a swim......
Now that would really be me getting out of the rut.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Thankful for...The Beautiful Random Music of Windchimes

Beautiful random music brought on by the wonderful nature of wind.
I love windchimes. We love windchimes, hubby, kids and me.
They are beat up, sure, but looks hardly matter when they fill the air with such beautiful sounds.


Our old place, 2 places ago, we hung our windchimes up and enjoyed the beautiful music.
For about a week.
Then, our upstairs neighbor complained to the managment company about them and we were asked in no uncertain terms to take them down.

What kind of crap was that? Seriously.
I won't linger there on those negative thoughts and feeling. I don't want to harbour those things.

I am so thankful that we have a better place to live now.
One that has no such restrictions.
I am so thankful that we have a windchime up now.

And this weekend's project?
Re-stringing a winchime.

And emptying out the warehouse where 2 more project windchimes are.
Nothing like the porchfull of winchimes we had more than 10 years ago, but a decent collection still.

We used to have winchimes from everywhere we visited. My favorite was the Maine triangle windchime, that when the windn blew it took you right back to the coast of Maine and the smell of the cool salty air. I even loved the fish shaped one that really didn't make noise, but it looked so cool. Both lost in the hurricane with every one of our other windchimes.

Now we are trying to add to our collection by fixing old ones and making ones out of part and pieces of others. We could go out and buy new ones to fill our outdoor space with music, but there since the hurricane, we have found using what you have to be more appealing than running out to buy new.

I so missed the beautiful random music of windchimes.
I am so thankful to be able to enjoy it again.

What are you thankful for today?

Monday, March 5, 2018

Music Monday! Calling All Angels

I have always been a fan of Train, loved their first album way back in 1998 when their debut album came out. I will never forget listening to that in our old bedroom, with all 3 kids piled in our bed, and taking naps to it.

They are a poetic band, as I have mentioned before, which is part of the appeal for me.
Too 'poppy' most of the time for hubby, and now the kids, but I still like them.


I have been nostalgic lately. Especially since I have been unpacking things that have been in boxes in the warehouse for more than 3 years! Things I forgot we had, games like dominoes and Monoply we used to play with the kids, curtains I made for their playroom over 10 years ago!
I have been enjoying looking back on memories, listening to old music.

Which is why I bring back this band. The times where we napped on weekends to this band make me feel warm and comfortable, and full of love.

It is sad to me that the issues in this song are even more extreme than they were back then, the world we live in is so full of terror, and negativity. A sactuary at home is what we need to stay sane in these crazy times.

So far, in our 'new' place, I have enjoyed the quiet relaxation this space has given us.We are beginning to settle in to the freedoms of a house, and not apartment. Freedoms of more space, and a nice big yard. Freedoms to set up the stereo and speakers so we can listen to some good old CD's with music we used to have in the CD player all the time, back in the day. It feels like 'us'. Like we are used to living back when we all would snuggle in bed for naps.

We can now focus on the beauty of our lives, focus on just enjoying the little things.
Like having more space and wind in the trees.

Do you carve out a sactuary in your home, and what are some little things you enjoy to help you stay sane in this crazy world?