Looking Inside...

In the Hopes of Your Dreams 
Lays the Shadow...
of You,
Only You.

Space Is Time

When the path chooses you...
Follow it.

A Passion Flower Awakes

The Passion Flower. 

It reminds me of a kiwi. Cut up. Its particular depth is integrated on the inside with tiny blue threads linking it together. All within an envelope of pedals. The vine that carries it climbs. 

Lunch in the patio garden was a farm fresh salad, literally picked before us with fresh basil and baked salmon.

We ate in contemplated silence.

“I wanted the Passion Flower to open for you,” Mum said staring in the distance.

I glanced to the deck’s divider wall. A friend and neighbour lives on the other side. A sign reads: “Welcome to Alice’s Garden, Nurturing God’s Creation.” It hung faded and weathered. The wood aged with time. The words stuck on in a fancy font were green and blended with the surrounding foliage. Dad had had the sign made custom for mum on her birthday years ago. It was smothered with hanging greens. Underneath it, the trestle of leaves. Parent to the Passion Flower.

Below that, pots of glorious herbs.  Oregano, thyme, sage, rosemary, parsley. All robust and ripe for the picking.

Mum’s garden is elegant. Adult in growth. The roses pinch through, pinks, oranges and yellow. Small concrete cast ornaments nestle in a home amongst the flowering. While I feel so inept to recall all of their names, the many plants that flourish grace in colour. Regal in texture. Everything has found its place together.

Alice's wonderful patio garden. 

We piled the now clear dishes into the basket. Bound for the kitchen. With time to idle, we basked in the glory of this wondrous patio garden. Private, quaint and ever so beautiful.

Like my mum. I’ve never seen her without lipstick. Wherever she goes the lips lead. Pink or red. Following by further dashes of colour in whatever wardrobe she chose for the day.

The sun was hot. While we shaded under the umbrella, the afternoon sun and its heat began to seep through.

All of a sudden mum pointed her finger.

“Look!” She glares over to me with her mouth wide open. Disbelief reads her face. “The Passion Flower!”

It’s true. There it was. Opening up to it’s new day.

Look closely to see the one pedal, yet to open.

“Can you believe it?” she said again.

I crept close to get a picture. One of its pedal’s still asleep. I took a picture anyway.

Then mum came over. As if a child in a candy store she stood in front of it and leaned in to get closer. As she did the final pedal awakened to a complete and alive Passion Flower!

Ready for it's new day.

Mum had asked for it! Was it the power of her mind? Was it the sun caressing its new day? Who’s to know for sure. What I believe, and this I know to be true. If you don’t ask for what you want, may never get it.

As is so true today, the universe conspires to help to those who dare to ask.

Welcome to Alice's Garden. Nurturing God's Creation.

Because I See

In life we are reminded of things. People. Places we’ve been. Emotions we’ve felt. Achievements.

Often, pictures tell these stories. 

A search back can reveal a lot about us. Our life. Our lives.

Yet, to replay one’s take on this or that, therein lies the question. Why do we do that if we are to live in the now?

Be now. Be present. Heard by many. Spoken in tongue by today’s thought leaders. 

Along with stopping the irresistible temptations to compare ourselves to others. Constantly. Comparing achievements.

Where does it get us? If we contemplate who we are too much, we come to realise like the sand on a beach, it’s imprints will wash away with each high tide. We are all different. Each with our own uniqueness.
If I were to get up now and walk away, would I feel this way?
Intuition guides me. Does it you?
I set the timer. I am writing.

Today is different to tomorrow. How we feel now, isn’t going to be how we feel in the days to come.

Achievements to each of us may or may not charter a course. A goal, perhaps. Although a magnitude earthquake could change everything. Like the throttle on a train. If it fails to take the turn and keeps on going.

Illustrations in our minds of the characters we play in today’s spirit shell – etch our path to eternity.

There’s a novel in me I know. But how do I start it?

By writing, something, anything. 
So here I go.

Because, I am so grateful - I can see.

Spark Your Creative!

Delve into your memories from Elementary School.

Free play. Art. Singing.

Circle time.

When you bounce out of bed in the morning to crank up your day, what’s on the agenda for doing something creative?
In the back of the brain, is there an unconscious slathering of would like to do’s, but don’t have the time to or don’t know how I can.

Try finishing this sentence (anything goes, don't be shy):

I would really, really, really, really, REALLY like to ______________________________.

Now say it out loud.
The first step to completing anything, is to set the intention. By saying it out loud, you've already done that.

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Try the Project Program. 
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I triple DARE you!

The Flight of Fear

It can swallow us whole.

Eat us.

Our response to a trigger inside. Something the brain tells us.

To leave.

Be afraid of.

Wilt away from.

Unable to face.

Is it anxiety or an emotion?

Inside of us the turmoil rips and tares.

It stings.

Resting heavy.

Akin to the darkness of the night.

Intuitively, you know. Soon this fear shall pass.

Yet, our heart plays tricks.

The mind says so. The body listens.

But, like the surge of an airplane taking off. We can also choose to let it go.

To leave it behind.

Watch the gush of water sparkling over shiny rocks in a forest flowing steadily downstream. 
There is no turning back.

Stand tall.

Let it go.

Feel how the love of the Universe abounds.

Look up.

Focus.

Let the stars in the sky take the flight of your fears away.

Peace, LOVE & Joy for an AMAZING 2013!

Just Sayin'

This popped into my head the other night just as I was going to sleep. 
I'd been speaking with my son earlier in the day about school. He's finally hooked onto something he wants to set his sights on. 
As always, money comes into play. For him, it's school or the car. Not sure he'll be able to do both.
So I sent him an email the next day:

"If you don't take the leap, you'll never know how far you can jump!"

Interesting Vancouver

A plethora of colours greeted us.

My first visit to the Museum of Vancouver. Fitting venue for an Interesting Vancouver event I later muse.

I’ve been to a few TEDx events, many Pecha Kuchas and thought since my migration to the big city, Interesting Vancouver was due to capture my brain cells.

So I sat back to savour.

“Listen to yourself and hear your thoughts,” an appropriate opener I affirm.

Which had me reflecting.

Life is like a bath in essential oils. Knowledge nourishes you when and where you need it.

Providing the mind is open.

If you listen you can hear something. Then twang off goes the light bulb. You don't yet know where it will lead. 

I sit and marvel in the swirl of truncated thoughts growing in my mind.

There was a lot of sensitivity and compassion to each speaker. Life’s lessons. Their life’s lessons. Sharing, giving. Spreading.

“You can't build something that is unbroken,” I heard.
Jokes on cancer. He’s held hands with it. Reminisced with humour. Made me feel the opposite of what seems to be true. The doom and gloom of the diagnosis.
“Find meaning, make a mark and then we leave.”
“Fight the shame.”
“Wisdom comes from pain.”
“Remove fear it is irrational.”
The evaluation of the evening contemplated my mind to circulate the notion of a value compass. Not a mind map.

Putting your passions first. Tumbled on by what you're most compassionate about.
The last speaker’s parting words were, “Everyday do something creative, crafty and of your own.”

This was most certainly an Interesting Vancouver.