Vogue

Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down. It’s when you’re down that you realize your potential and decide if it’s worth going back for more. 

Here’s an old one about... ups & downs.

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m. 💋

Ride The Wave

(10-23-14)

“Ride The Wave?”

“Something like that... I don't get out here too often nowadays. The daily grind with work and wife, the kids, keeps me from enjoying the surf like I used to.”

“Life'll do that to you. The things you work towards, start to work a little against you. But you wouldn't trade it would you?”

“Not at all. As a matter of fact, the golden goddess on the wave out there is my wife and the kids are making sand castles for me in the surf. You know we don't get to do it much often. The waves & sun. But it's so amazing to take it in. The wonder of living seems so overwhelming until you stop and realize your life is just full.”

“Full? I've not heard it phrased that way before. Tell me more. I'm not ready to hit the water just yet...”

“Imagine life is a glass of water. When you are single it's filled with water & ice. You can remove ice if it's too full. When you're married or just a parent there's no ice. You have a full glass. No where to empty out until you complete things.”

“I see. So my being a single gal makes my life...”

“Before you finish. No, your life is so full & amazing as it is. Never doubt where you are. Just be ready for when the ice melts.”

“Is it hard when it melts?”

“A little, but it's worth it. You adjust when you realize what you have and appreciate everything life offers. Sometimes the things it doesn't.”

“The things it doesn't? The things you lose, right?”

“Yes, but you won't miss them...”

“I imagine not.”

“Well here comes my better half and something I'm not missing... a chance to ride those waves!”

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Kisses, m.

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Into

Into the great wide open... everyday is unknown. You choose to keep going despite the fact that nothing is certain. Fate is an interesting concept that I’ve thought a great deal about recently. In Buddhism it’s Destiny that directs the path that life takes us. It’s influenced by our previous karma. Regardless of what's been or meant to be... sometimes the only thing you can do is walk forward and face the open unknown. 

What you think about Destiny? How do you feel about the unknown?

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Open

(7-26-2011)

“Open… The door. ”

“Pardon?”

“The door’s opening. Just swinging real slow.”

“I see. It must be the wind. Would you like me to close it?”

“Nah. You ever hear about open doors?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“It’s a shame. There’s so much an open door can tell you.”

“Really. Can you tell me a little?”

“I’ll do more than tell you a little. It’s not so much that there’s a lot to say but there’s more than a little.”

“Alright. I’ve never heard it said that way before but I know what you mean.”

“Alright, kid. Now an open door may seem like a coincidence or a man’s lazy tail needed to be yanked up but that don’t mean it’s not a good sign just the same. An open door is like an invitation to step on through. Embrace whatever rests beyond that threshold. Whether it’s daylight, nightlight or a bit of rain, the door being open means that you ought to take a chance and step through.”

“Wait. I don’t understand. I just got here and I want to sit down before I leave again.”

“Hush, child. That’s not what I’m saying. The door is telling you about an opportunity to take in. When the time is right, you’ll know it. It will call you tell you that it’s been too long.”

“I don’t know. Why did it swing so slow?”

“Ah child, the uncertainty is your fear and the swing… The swing of the door is calling you to arms. Some folks tell me that slow is sneaking in unexpected. While a rush of a door is sending you the sign that the unknown is prompting you to act. It should feel like an impulse in your skin to be sure. So child…”

“It’s wide open.”

1953

Roman Holiday is one of my favorites... it’s about a princess secretly escaping her life & playing hooky because she’s so frustrated by the tight constrains of her daily schedule. Sometimes you need a break to stop and smell the flowers. Other times you need to work harder to keep afloat ... everything requires balance. Now and again that balance feels wobbly... 

Do you ever escape the monotony of your routine? If you don’t, you should. I would if I could. ;)

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Together

(10-21-2010)

 “Can we?”  He says.

“It’s been one of those days at the end of a very long week. Can we have a daydream together?” He insists with a smile and leans his head a little to the left and touches the back of my neck with his warm hand.  

A long week that never ends. Work. And nothing but that. When it seems there’s no chance for escape, then you find it. Resting in front your thoughts and granting your soul peace. The golden light of day shining vividly across the bright waters of paradise. Miles and miles of coastline. White sands and the sounds of surf crashing along the line of coast. Birds call and dive in and out of the cool bright waters.

 “Oh I don’t know it’s been a very long day.” I tell him in a small jest. “And it’s the end of the week.” He lowers his face to look me in the eye as his smile widens with my unconvincing response.

“Please. You know you want to.” He insists. “If I want to, then you know you want to.” He looks at me and presses his lips together with a smile. I can’t remember ever saying no to him when he does this. So I don’t.

“Yes of course I do. I miss it a lot lately.” I smile and blush as he grabs at my hands that try to stay busy.

The warm sunlight touches my bare skin. I ask him if maybe we can stay longer this time. I tell him I like it here. This is my favorite one. He agrees and suggests we keep looking for find a place to enjoy it. With this he keeps walking and I follow with my hand tucked around his waist.

“Oh, how I do miss it.” I stop to look at him and nod.

“See. What better reason for it.” He tells me and pulls me closer toward him again.

“Alright, let’s have a moment in the clouds.” I’m curious and the thought of a temporary escape from the day to day banal sounds divine.

He tells me to look at the water. So I ask him what is there. He points out all the birds diving and catching fish as they rise. I can feel the breeze sweep across my skin and the goose-bumps that run up and down his arm.

He is full of animation and laughter with my agreement. I can see the wheels in his head turning already with anticipation as his arm holds mine tighter and pulls me inward further. As I lean against his chest I can see that unmistakable look in his eyes. It’s the one of pure wild imagination. He’s probably thought of how we’ll get there. Wherever there will be. It’s half the fun of not knowing where we’ll end up before this begins. So he gets ready. Setting the scene. Placing the idea of spontaneity in the front of his mind and preparing to run with it.

The air has the distinct smell of the ocean in it as the wind continues to carry through my hair. In the sand his feet lift and fall in a less than routine pattern. The moment feels like forever as we’re walking and I’m leaning. He runs his hand across my skin and touches my neckline before asking when I want to go. I tell him just a little longer. It’s been a long week. And he says we can take as long as we need.

“Where would you like…” His mood is more subdued when I ask him this. He looks down into my eyes as I smile waiting for his response.

“How do you feel about the Pacific Northwest?” He tells me through a smile that shows a few teeth. I know this is a joke and play along.

“Eh? How about something a little more arctic? Alaska? Antarctica?” I wrap my loose arms around him with a play shiver and look into his gaze that pretends to drift but stays quite present in the moment with his grin.

“Use your imagination. Think a little more worldly and exotic. And not like that last one. I loved the African jungle. But why not…”

“Oh, exotic and worldly. How about uncharted?”

“I like that. Now you’re getting into it.” he says and wraps his arms around me tighter.

“Nothing like before. Let’s do somehing…”

“Different. How about a walk on the beach together?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Shall we?”

Bunnies

Sometimes you just need a little help from a friend to look and be your best... 

True friends do their best not to let you down, they catch you when you fall and lift you up when you need them to... when things are hard you discover that not all the people in your life are friends. Stay away from those people. It’ll definitely keep your head mixed up with the wrong thoughts. 

Now there’s nothing wrong with being self reliant and picking yourself up if you can. But it’s greater when there are people around being supportive & reminding you that you’re capable and have control of everything, especially when you don’t feel like it. 

Do you listen to all the people that want you to be happy? Or the ones that want you to be sad?

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Control

(9-8-2010)

Control. That’s what they all want. See them running around yelling at each other like that. No respect. No control over themselves so they displace it onto others.

Oh, hello. I’m fitting you today. Lovely meeting you meeting me isn’t it? Although I’m not entirely sure of whom you are but it’s someone on my list of important names. And apparently you’re the most important one.

Christina? Charlotte? My list seems to be out of… wait there you are Rachel Thorn. Not familiar, but very kind. You are welcome. I can read a person a mile a way and you my dear are pure kindness.

From the looks of things they have you down as a size 2, now that isn’t right, is it? But it…

OF COURSE VERA! I know I got the memo. She’s a size 2. Blah-blah-blah.

Tell me, do you like them lying to you or is it you lying to yourself on this? Shh. There’s no judgment. But I’m the last person in the world you can lie to about size. It’s a shame at that. You are a very lovely size 6, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

Can’t breathe love? With all this chaos and nonsense who can blame you.

Pills! No, Goddamn it. Alan! Get this person out of my sight she doesn’t need anything like that.

Don’t they pay you bitches to fight with each other instead of bothering me? Go somewhere else and do that. Take your sizes and pills with you.

Ah, breathing? Yes. Here’s a paper bag. Go on. Like when you were a child. Slow. Deep Breathes. Good girl.

Alright let’s not focus on them, let’s focus on this marvelous dress instead.  And honey, no one will know that you’re anything other than fabulous when we’re done.