Y3 – Day 345 – Ego

I am always letting ego get in the way. Seldom do I let ego go. But that’s exactly when time, space and just being flows, when I let ego take a break. That’s what they mean by “Get out of your own way” and “check and leave your ego at the door.”

How is the true artiste or authentic self supposed to bubble up if the ego says, “What will others think?” or “You’re too old for that.” or “You should be paid for it.”

My spirit says, “Let me channel through you.” and “It’s never too late.” and “Do it because you love it.”

My disciplined yet loving self says, “Eat healthy, clean and think before you eat and be grateful and purposeful.” It wants the best for me and has good intentions.

The ego only cares about instant pleasure and doesn’t really care about me or the big picture. It says, “Go ahead – you deserve it because_____.” It tricks me. It’s motives are suspect.

Is it my ego or highest self that wants this or that?

It is valiant to honestly consider who is living me.

 

Y3 – Day 344 – What I am Reading Now

At the top of my list and research are three books that would only attract persons with the love of chalk painting or the whole French Country/Farm look.

Quick and Easy Paint Transformations, Creating the French Look and Color Recipes for Painted Furniture  – All by Annie Sloan, the much beloved English designer and creator of Chalk Paint.

I am also reading an Isabel Allende book I borrowed from J but is somewhere under plastic in the middle of a room upstairs because I didn’t realize this was going to turn into a massive, lengthy relocation and I have had to purchase the above books and take some off my shelf from downstairs.

What I took from my library and am reading again is Alexandra Stoddard’s, Open Your Eyes. Although this book was written in 1998, it has a wealth of classic and timeless design formulas, tips and strategic solutions for the home decorator. Plus, she writes like a dream. I own other books written by her but none as eloquent as this one.  Alexandra was privileged to live in a wealthy community in Connecticut, travel abroad with a rich aunt at a tender age, studied art and eventually became known all over the East Coast as the interior designer to hire. She has graced mansions, embassies, cottages, lofts and studios for her clients throughout the years. She also is a sought after speaker on the art of living. She has great wisdom and common sense from her background and her passion for the great philosophers. Her books are infused with quotes from Socrates to Joseph Campbell, poets and artists of all mileu.

“By visualizing ideal scenarios of how you want to use your space at different times of day, you can see the logic of placement more clearly. Then you can intelligently approach the setting up of the different areas of your home life, achieving both greater fluidity and order.” She promises. And then, she proceeds to show you how and why this is true, historically, intuitively or academically.

Another of her quotes speaks directly to me: “Never let your desire for order and neatness blind you to seeing the wonder and beauty around you.” I guarantee anyone with a creative bone in their body, is a little messy.

The other book I am divulging and indulging in is Goddesses Never Age, the latest installment by Christiane Northrup, MD. I am just getting into this one and I bought it after seeing her on PBS not too long ago. It is about using positive images, words and movement to age with quality and grace. It is the perfect prescription for honoring, acknowledging and validating the goddess within me right now.

Y3 – Day 343 – Painting

So I have been bitten by the whole chalk painting bug that is going around, apparently.

With my old love of repurposing and renewing, I have dived into my long lost love of crafts. For a time I was big on scrapbooking and I have much invested in stamping and card making, as well. I also made my own paper after visiting a craft fair in Palm Springs, way back when.

When the kids were younger, I painted, sponged, mod podged and stenciled wooden signs and furniture for their rooms and such.

I started a business teaching cooking, making and selling soaps and lotions and for the last 5 years, yoga. I dabbled in metaphysics and I still clear spaces for people.

I raised our children and volunteered at their schools. I became a master gardener and answered the hotline.

I am currently tutoring Spanish for a friend’s daughter and I am in the midst of this remodel.

My love of reading and writing is still very strong but I have only published a few articles here and there for free throughout the years. Of course, this is almost the end of my 3rd year blogging, if that counts.

It’s time to back track and paint again!

 

Y3 – Day 342 – Plan 2016

Here is a fill in the blank I created in order for you to start thinking before New Year’s.

This year, I want to________.

I want to do it because _______.

I need to first _______.

I want it to _____ and _____ and _____.

I am a _____. I am a ______. I am the ________.

I have always liked ______. Maybe I could _________.

I love _______ and how _________ to others.

Why haven’t I _______? Am I full of ____ or _____?

I am grateful for _______ and (list as much as you want).

I believe _____. That is why I ______. I let others ______.

I thought I would never ______ or always ______ but I ________.

I respect _____.

What did you learn?

Y3 – Day 341 – Now

What you do with each breath and thought makes you feel better or worse. What you put into or on your body either makes you feel good or lousy. These are choices we have NOW. We have so many choices.

Most of the time you don’t know what will happen. You tune in. Sure, you can plan, you can hope, you can design and you can imagine – but it never looks like you think it will.  Sometimes it’s better. Sometimes, not so wonderful. But the next minute will arrive and it comes whether you want it to or not. This too shall pass. Great and awful times both qualify.

The last minute DID just go by. Concentrate on this minute and act, behave, respond, think, do, say, write, eat, listen, play, listen and live it.

The infinite, highest form of self doesn’t live in time or space but our unique, divine spark is lit, NOW.

 

Y3 – Day 340 – December Bouquet

I am ever so grateful. Amongst the turmoil, a bouquet from my husband arrived and a music box with a gold heart pendant as well. I am so lucky and cannot complain about the disaster that is my home now because it is suuuuch a quality issue.

What really matters is obvious to the eye that sees what the soul observes.

IMG_0320Here we have a generous bouquet of red roses, white, petite spray roses, creamy stock and holiday, bright crimson hypericum berries.

Y3 – Day 339 – Zen Dreaming

As we hide away from all the noise and work, I am taking it easy today and just resting with spa music and reading decor books and magazines.

Wouldn’t it be grand, I was thinking, to have a zen like garden. A contemplation “jar din” with restful, seated and gravelly, walking areas? Sounds just about right. Maybe a round, wooden bench, circling our big California Pepper, maybe a bridge over a smooth, grey-blue stoned pond or a covered deck under the eucalyptus trees.

This vision immediately lowers your blood pressure, breathes you slower, deeper and longer. A garden sanctuary is a place to unwind, slow down the pace. It makes you want to sit and pause and think and watch natural life around you.

With our butterfly bush, fruit trees, sunken kitchen garden, compost area, aloes and grass, there are a lot of flying, crawling, colorful wonders.

It was good today to just sit in the warm yet tolerable sunshine, lounging by the pool, imagining myself and others, meditating, pouring tea and languishing amongst arched structures, stone angels and swirling pathways edged by lavenders and grasses.

The patina we acquire as we age is in direct proportion to our most hidden, secret gardens in our souls.

Never lose your appreciation for the simplicity in beauty and you will always be in awe of the complexity in life.

Namaste

Y3 – Day 338 – Yikes

So, the whole upstair’s carpet has been yanked out except for the room where the cats are safely tucked into and the room where all the furniture is hanging out. Even our balcony is being used to warehouse our washer and dryer. Yikes!

Once the layers of underlay were lifted, unfortunately, visibly and much to our chagrin, specialists have to be called in and level our entire upstairs with paper, metal lath and cement. Clearly, this is putting a dent in our budget and time span. There is always at least one hiccup that causes a delay and requires more investment, even on HGTV fixer uppers.

Originally, each room was going to be done one at a time. This was perfect for convenience. Now it seems while the crew is trying to fix our very own tower of Pisa plus uneven substructure, the flooring team will rip out and start on the downstairs. In this scenario, there is no where to hide except the sun room where we decided (thankfully) to keep what we had.

Last night I slept in the den with our electric fireplace on. Very cozy. I stayed up late “watching” reality TV as a backdrop but mostly reading decor books, filling my head with more improvements or creative and inventive fixes, till I felt it was time to turn in. Since our master is unusable, my hard working husband slept in a twin bed in V’s room. After a pretty poor evening of what here and there we could call sleep, I have decided to move into the back room where M and J usually stay, just for the evenings till we get our quarters back.

I visit and feed the cats at least twice a day. Eventually, they will have to be moved so we can float a new floor in there too. Good luck to me getting scratchy, easily perturbed and uncooperative Cappucina the cat to a new, protected area where all feline furry friends will be out of harm’s way. One never knows if the front door will be carelessly left open, so I am staying home and canceling everything. Somehow, our empty nest dog, Cindi, sleeps through the sawing, pounding and nail gun noise if I am with her but gets super anxious if I am not around. I need to babysit the pets and reassure them, as they know not what is happening.

It is an interesting remodel, at least our twelfth as a couple if I am counting right and including landscaping projects. Probably if we had a thirteenth, we’d have a nervous breakdown. I forgot everything takes twice as long as everyone tells you and costs twice as much as you budgeted and planned for. We are trying to take it all in stride but instead of wanting our two front teeth for Christmas, we just want to be able to have two new floors. Back in the day, someone came up with the quote,  “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” We must be Hercules and the Amazon queen.

Priorities become apparent during a remodel. Especially since you have to do one thing before another or you are backtracking and messing up the logical sequence of construction and prior work. We will have patched up walls and ceilings for the holidays, no decor, fresh paint or colored lights because it is what it is and after all  – all that really matters is our chickadees will be home, we will be together and it will all be worth it in the end.

Y3 – Day 337 – 3 Ways of Giving

According to famed meditator, writer and Buddhist Stephen Levine, there are three kinds or levels of giving which loosely described are:

  1. For other reasons other than expressly from your heart. Duty, expecting something in return, guilt, etc.
  2. Sharing what you have that you deem special. Time, food, information, talent, etc..
  3. Giving away what you deeply love and care about without any concern for redemption, gratitude or payment.

Next time you decide to be generous, consider your intention.