Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Wednesday, September 20, 2017


Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work.” ― Marianne Williamson,
Cheesecake! Unfortunately, I've reached my quota for the year.
No sweets till Christmas. 
Mexico unbelievably suffered an earthquake - again! I am seated here with my coffee caught half way between lip and mid-air, sad and gravely sobered. 

The United Nations heard a seething speech on how certain rogue nations are likely lined up for err...roasting. No sweet feels there. Sometimes ballistic words need to be launched to target a meaning. Remember humanity, there is no rising from the dead in the event of a nuclear war, right? Who will carry the conscience?  

GAIA is traumatized! I can't bear to mention everything, and I'm not CNN anyway, but - the way catastrophes  and other calamities puss the planet this exact moment, you'd think a galactic virus had been beamed from space paralyzing our common sense to thrive! 

The world is a Shamalan movie meets Freddie Kruger, and unless you're darkly holed up in your own shades of grey self - cave, I've no idea how this universal dyspepsia could escape anyone. 

Doesn't mean we give in to despair though. No. Never.  As long as there are roses there is hope! As long as there are fields of flowers, and farmers of flowers,  and merchants of flowers, and establishments with flowers, and homes laced with flowers, and folks holding flowers, it means one thing: that the world is still partnered with love! 

Despite despots and despair the world breathes through people with an emphatic spirit of ascension. The brave ones that do battle with body, mind and soul. They dare look within their darkness to carve out a way for light.  Their transformation is so luminous, they evolve from mere breathing beings to somnolence of light. To meet them is to change,  and I have met some of them. 

Who are they? Where do you find them? 

Exactly, I cannot tell. One thing I know, they are not to be found in fancy restaurants, or in noisy bars, or in podiums of preachiness. They simply wander into your life when you are quiet and ready.  And there lies the secret. That in the midst of this world's chaos, you must invite the pure part of the mind to be your guide. You must allow it to walk you through distractions and forebodings until you have carved out your own pool of light. 

There, they will meet you, in your luminescence, bearing roses.  

“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of
Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

Thursday, September 7, 2017

All the Kerfuffles in the World!

Last month's little happy party for two.
Kerfuffle is the word!

Imagine to come across such startling vocable utterance to describe my self-abnegating commiseration for e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-ng! Pack the whole world and its utter lack of symbiotic compatibility, add my country's bedlam of miserable actuality, then throw in me and my capricious lack of everything. 

Don't mind my rag rat musings sigh...

I'm simply locked in a present state of inglorious perception. Everything seems to be such a depletion the past couple of weeks; the air, the vibe, the news, situations, relations, ugh! 😓It seems as if a type of chimerical bacterial gas of negativity was manically sprayed from the ether odiously intoxicating everyone.

OK, perhaps not everyone. I can't generalize and ascribe my personal apprehensions to all humanity, but really, it's an aura of vapidness wherever I turn. 

Then again, I'm most likely turning my face on the wrong side of the present, the dank doom face of life. Maybe tomorrow, it will be lighter

Maybe tomorrow it will sunnier.
Maybe tomorrow it will be less of a 'kerfuffle' in this world of yours and mine. 

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Dreaming of Teacups Sweet Living

Here I am at 5 am thinking of picka doodle 
sweet things! And by sweet, I mean little cake delights with cups of strawberry tea served in the cutest tea cups by the side; Not to forget flowerets everywhere, romantic books and magazines, pretty art find, gold gilded framed poetry, decorative dolls and baby birdhouses!

Thinking about having my own glorious flower garden tea shabby chic space where all my artsy doodles and designs will be showcased ( plus magical potions and fragrant concoctions) truly sets my day for refinement! True, there are things to resolve, which is why vibrational  frequency in tune to graceful energy must always be summoned. I think of the vibe as angel feels - and I am much obliged when they flutter and perch on both my  shoulders.

The day becons and I must stretch to its glory, thankful in advance for all good things that will  come to me and my family.

Painting by William  Margetson