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, December 4, 2017

Music Monday! Don't You (Forget About Me)

An 80's flashback to start the week.



quintessential 1980s song in a quintessential 1980s film. This was requested by my hubby, who must be feeling a bit nostalgic. Or a bit sentimental.

Either way, this is always a great song to chill to, it sets the mood immediately, and makes us just ease in and enjoy. So settle in, enjoy the memories, the proufound lessons learned from the movie, and sing along. (scroll down for the lyrics)


Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.


Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....

Monday, November 27, 2017

Music Monday! Friday On My Mind

This song may just get me through Monday....and Tuesday.....and well you get the idea.


I really try not to 'live for the weekend', but lately I have just been worthless after work during the week. I get up barely in time to have a leisurly cup of coffee and easy shower before work, and then after work I just want to sit and browse the web and watch Shark Tank. (We have TV again, and I forgot what a mesmorizing magnet it can be....) 

It is only on the weekends that I can aget done the stuff I WANT to get done. The one good thing is, that I CAN get the things I want to do done. Now that we are back to renting (a weight has been lifted, no more renovations, no more stresses of home ownership, no more fighting with strata, and no more bad neighbors. [Actually we don't really know our neighbors yet but that is A-OK for now. At least they are yelling at us and nearly running in to us with their car- yes those things did happen and that is all I have to say about that]

So with this weight lifted, I have taken up the hook again, and have a new line of Toekini's! 


And here I am blogging!! 

So, settling back in to the things that bring me some joy. Not too shabby. 

Even if it is only on the weekends, I am so glad to be back enjoying these things. So yes, Friday is on my mind, and it is only Monday. 
I will do the five day drag once more  

Sunday, June 4, 2017

The Ocean Giveth

I was spending a Saturday on the porch, hanging with hubby, and just passing the time drinking sparkling water with lime in it - a treat I have been giving myself these days and I love it.

He was lamenting lack of materials to make the art that he wants to make, and I said 'What about using what the ocean giveth?'

The ocean does giveth. It is constantly churning and mixing and depositing things on the shores from unknown places. Sadly, lately, it is a lot of garbage, but don't get me started with the garbage in the oceans. I watched this movie, A Plastic Ocean, and it scared me so much I couldn't watch the whole thing. It is really disturbing how much crap is in our waters. I hope and pray a solution will be found, or a few. But I digress.

We do find things on the beach that we don't consider garbage, and we lovingly bring it home to keep, eventually to use in other ways if we can figure out a way to do so. We find pieces of old pipe. We find pieces of pottery - some not so old, some quite old. All little treasures, some with stories of times past that I would love to hear told.


We find glass - again some not so old (which we throw back, for more churning and mixing), and also some very old glass trying to tell us bits of history. And Rocks. We find those, and yes my hubby, whole family actually, likes rocks. Not just coral, but rocks that are not from here, that are from far away ~ perhaps once on an old ship as ballast stones.

Very rarely, we also find scary sea creatures! This Portugese Man of War (also known as blue bottle, or floating terror!) washed up a few weeks ago, along with another one a little smaller and a little more blue. This meant no snorkeling for a while and gets the award of the only thing we have found that we wish never washed up on our beach.

Oh and let's not forget the wood. Surprisingly lots of wood. I would say driftwood, but sometimes it is drift trees! Like this weekend. Yesterday, full trunks of trees floating in the water, crashing the shore, left one shore. So much of it! Now, we like trees, yes. BUT.

We went for a walk last evening and I said to hubby 'Look! The ocean giveth, it giveth a little too much I think!'

There were 4 full on trunks, at least 3 long pieces of bamboo, a full bamboo tree with its roots still, and sticks galore. For reasons not easily explained, hubby decides these tree trunks and such should not be left to wash up on our little stretch of beach. So, these trees crashing on the sore we do not like so much. Thus the 'fighting with trees in the ocean' bout began.


He was waist deep in the ocean pushing the trunks out to sea, the ocean pushing them back to him, him pushing out again, and on it went. All the while moving little by little down the beach, each trunk moved further down the beach.


My son got into the action, practicing javalin with long bamboo pieces. After the first one, which fell flat about 5 feet in front of him, he said 'those are heavier than you think!'. The next one was longer, but he managed to get it out pretty far.


A good workout for sure, but I stayed on the shore taking pictures and watching. I did not feel like fighting trees in the ocean. I was pretty convinced the trees would win, and I would lose.

Eventually, the trees lost their battle with my boys. They got them down further and further until they were satisfied. Exhausted, but satisfied.

We haven't checked yet today if there are more trees to corall. And I don't think that will be a thing that will happen again soon, though I would not be the least surprised if when we go for our next walk we come back with handfulls of things.

Becasue even after battling trees in the ocean, hubby came back to the porch, before he took his soaking we shorts off right there on the porch, he pulled out of his pocket a piece of glass he found. Not just a piece of glass either, a really, really old piece of glass. And so it continues......

Monday, May 1, 2017

Music Monday! Rock Lobster

We were treated with lobster on Easter Sunday...wish I had heard this song a couple weeks ago.
So when I came across this sone, listening to a playlist on Amazon of all places, while at work of all places, I had to stop and listen to these hilarious lyrics. And start craving lobster.





What a groovy tune, man. And bunch of goofy dancing too, perfect for a rough Monday.

And listen to the sounds of the Jellyfish! Narwhals, piranhas, manta-rays oh-my!
Hysterical.

Why go through a Monday that is normal when you can get through it with this song?
Put in on while at work, I guarentee you this will brighten your workday.
And, probably make you crave lobster.
Sorry 'bout that.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sunday Musings

After a very active morning (a few weeks ago now...) - a 3 mile mostly walk with little jogs mixed in, 15 minute morning yoga routine, and a 30 minute yoga workshop (to help me step through Down Dog, which I can't do very well) - I sat there on my yoga mat deeply thinking. Thinking, "I am calm, it is a beautiful day really, and oh - a donut hole would be good!" and then I shared my desire for doughnut holes after all that good-for-me activity.

I was struck first that I wanted to share such a thing. With whom, exactly, do I want to share these accomplishments mixed with signs of weakness? Facebook?? Really???

No, not really. I realized. I have purged my Facebook friends to mostly real friends and famlily (even if it is distant cousins I haven't seen since I was a kid and friends of whom some I haven't seen since High School, and creative friends that I have not met in person but feel a closeness with via venues like Facebook {which initself is quite strange if you think about it too long}).

Then I thought perhaps I was looking for support for my good activites, someone to say 'well done!' or 'good for you' because I try to tell myself these things, but sometimes it is nice to hear it from others. I also could want someone to say it is okay that I want more doughnut holes.....even though I did have several yesterday and even a totally delicious Long John donut - yes the whole thing. (It was so good I actually smiled and said 'mmmmm' right outloud when I got to the middle yummy pudding doughnut chocolate sensation in my mouth - it is so, so good).

So by this time all these thoughts swirling around while on my yoga mat were getting a bit much. The FB friends versus real friends and being healthy and needing pats on back and such...why was I doing that? I was thinking tha is a tad pitiful, why do I need that? I was thinking in circles and thinking far too much.


But still, I was feeling pretty good about my Sunday accomplishments. I looked oustide to see the plants that are flourishing on the porch and the view of the ocean we have (between two buildings, but you take what you can get...), and I thought some more - Not too shabby really. Things could be, and have been, worse.

I think back to the days when the kids were little, and know I didn't sit and think all these things, or at least I don't remember doing so. I simply enjoyed. I simply lived. The deep thoughts and deep stresses were share with real people, close to me in my life, and certainly not on the internet to share. (okay, back then the internet was sort of new and we were all just getting used to it - yeah - I was having kids before the internet was the share everything it is now! And honestly so grateful for it looking back.)  And here I am now sharing all my stupid musings online. It is strange how times have changed.

Though, I am dealing with a bunch of greedy a$$holes in the complex where we live, we have too much debt, and things are very stressful at work, things could be, and have been, worse. And why DO I want to share these things? Good question.

Therapy? boredom? Need for feedback? (I don't have a large social cirlce where I live these days, but not sure I really want that.....) If, back then, I had this outlet where I could write my musings the tough times we went through would have been easier to get through? I think not. I got through because of the real people in my life. The only thing that would have been better would be that I would have stayed in touch better with my friends and family that I moved over 1000 miles from.


In the end, I find those I share most things with on social media are really people I know. And having said that, I don't really share private stuff. Who really cares that want donut holes or wogged 3 miles? Probably no one. But I am proud of the wogging and feel a little guilty about the donuts. Writing this gets this internal struggle out in the open, and I can better see it for what it is. NO BIG FRIKIN DEAL!

I enjoy both, so F%&K IT. And that is about as deep as it gets when I do share.


It works for me, and really and truly that is all that matters. The more intimate things are shared in person, with those closest to me. THAT is how I can share the more generic 'life is pretty darn good' posts that I do, and how I can share the beauty that I see in my life. I have real people feedback, sounding boards, support, love, laughing, and happiness. If not for this real people stuff, I would have nothing to share.

So, it took me 3 weeks to get through this writing from when the actual musings started. But again, WHO cares? The moral of the story is:

the musings with the people close to you
 make the life much better

It's all good.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Music Mon....Um...Wednesday...So Let's Do the Humpty Dance

So two whole days just flew right by....
Really, I did try to get a Music Monday done, but there was just so much other crap to be done.
The days just slipped right on by.

So here we are, Hump Day. What other song would fit?
Plus, when you happen to mention 'doing the humpty hump' more than once in a week, well this song HAS to get the heck outta your head.

And I DID reference this song more than once this week....so you know things are a bit crazy.....
source
And why the heck not dance? I find in times of great stress, even the thought of dancing eases the stress a little , especially in the kitchen while making dinner (which I do regularly...).
As Mr. Humpty Hump says:

I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.

So, outta my head, into yours. 
This little retro hip hop rap ditty is sure to get you through this hump day.



Thursday, March 23, 2017

Sunrise in Pinks and Sea Fan for you to share

South Sound beauty I get to experience regularly. Thankful for where I am. Now you too can have a postcard with this beautiful image on it. Mail it to someone who needs a reminder of the beauty of this world.
Sunrise in Pinks - South Sound, Grand Cayman Postcard

Or here is a Greeting Card. I thought I would put on some cards too. Leaving it blank inside for further words or wisdon that you come up with.

I decided to mix it up a bit and throw in a sea fan.

And then I found pillows....this is dangerous.


Taking a little break now to work out some glitches and clear the cobwebs from my brain about Zazzle.

I actually can't wait to put on some mugs, even though hubby says they aren't good sellers. I might be my own best customer, because I like mugs, and somehow I keep breaking my favorite ones.

But that is another day's work. Enjoy, and please share!