Vanilla Afternoon with my Son! :D

Wee'...woke up really late today. Hubby out of the country and the boys busy with work so it's just

me with everything that involves my own activities. I'm foreseeing a quiet busy two days of writing and the rest of the week filled up with even more writing, art, photo's, a dinner out and meet-up with friends.

I had a charming weekend, with particular emphasis on the "date" I had with my youngest son. I've always wanted to check out this "Vanilla Bakery" place I've heard about and lo, the moment popped up just right in time! It's a pretty gurly' place - with sprays of pastel and lovely frills;   I was glad my son gamely obliging. It was heartwarming to have that private time to hear what's actually going on in his life , work, play, troubles, plans, hopes. As a mom, the ping to step in and give all sorts of advise springs forth naturally. However, I do realize, I must  step back and let them (both my boys) handle their own challenges. Perhaps this will evolve as a ritual with my two sons. It's great going out with friends, there's so much loveliness in that; but to have your own children as lifelong friends, willing and enjoying to lunch you out is a golden blessing. Praise. 

An Afternoon with Mikee by Slidely Slideshow

My Struggle -> Pose

“The quality of your life is dependent upon the quality of the life of your cells. If the bloodstream is filled with waste products, the resulting environment does not promote a strong, vibrant, healthy cell life-or biochemistry capable of creating a balanced emotional life for an individual.” ~ Tony Robbins

Struggle pose I call it; to sit straight on the floor with the back  arched, your arms reaching out in differing stretching angles that require your spine to fully engage with the movements. This was the challenge early morning yoga class.

I get what's it's all about - support and confidence that  your spine will hold you up limber straight, when asked, and flow gracefully supine with the movements. Hah, none of that for me, I'm afraid. Surprise! Surprise!

My whole torso was in a state of stiff, bent puzzlement - like gurl' what the eck' do you want me to do and why, what for, do I really have to?!?  I felt a wave of  complaint as my backbone, new to the experience, simply  couldn't perfect the 'look'. It had a mind of its own opting to bend comfortably, resisting the ensuing straightening, lengthening experience - unsure, questioning, trying, failing, then trying again, and somehow managing to get through the whole experience with a tad of pride that the newness of something, a type of change was hurdled.

For the first time in my life, I'm treating my  body as I would a child - with  the gentleness,  kindness and  firm guided discipline of a responsible parent. Every sweat is  an enlightening joy of  nourishing and creating aliveness. Every movement is an experience,  an adventure that unlocks not only  hidden strength but colorful positive realizations as the process unfolds. 

How wonderful too, to be surrounded by people who  believe that the body gets better, fitter and even stronger as one age,s as long as you have consistent faith  coupled with motivated action to treat yourself with respect and reverence. I affirm that health and vibrancy is mine - because where focus goes, energy flows

IT'S NOT A FANTASTIC DAY AND THEN IT IS!

“The truth is that we can learn to condition our minds, bodies, and emotions to link pain or pleasure to whatever we choose. By changing what we link pain and pleasure to, we will instantly change our behaviors.” ~ Tony Robbins 

What would you do if your morning didn't go as planned?!? Which is exactly what happened to me today. I'm fried friggin' bummed. Same old same old! Last night I had a misted idea of all the great detailed stuff I would  do as soon as the sun cuffee's up my horizon. I slept with a nuzzling rainbow vision of juicy dreams.  Never wrote it down  though. Heck, there's magic when you write down stuff!

SO - fast forward to this moment and I'm swimming  in frustration purgatory! Woe is  me, lashing myself  in regret for...

a. hours gone by that didn't play out well, 
b. the minutes that went awry, rotted and stunk my energy, 
c. disappointing hours without a single goal accomplished.  

Now, as an added bonus of incredulity, ( ah, gad , chuck it!) - I'm nursing a fondling feel of  failure!  My head isn't  buried in sand though and I - know - why things turned kaputs!

The day isn't over, I've a choice to either remain in this low vibrational state - of - being or shift my consciousness into the type of state I'd certainly rather be in. The latter is what I feverishly desire.

Fits in place that for today's ‪#‎affirmation‬ I'm reminding myself that I get what I tolerate!! It's  a fantastic day to stop tolerating excuses within myself, to chuck all limiting beliefs, as well as half - assed fearful states!

It's a fantastic day to use my beautiful strong God given body as a tool to snap myself into a place of sheer will, determination, and commitment.

I can face challenges head on with the core belief that problems are just speed bumps on the road to dreams. And from that place, I take MASSIVE ACTION because I KNOW with an effective and proven strategy — * I can empower myself, reinvent myself, and write my own history. ‪#‎manifestingdesires‬

I think of myself as an efficient person, because as Henry Ford said, "whether you think you can, or think you can't - you're right.

January's Poetry: Morning Walks

Roselle Quin

“My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums...” ~ Mary Oliver, Thirst

Roselle Quin

Instead of the news, which bleeds the heart and dehydrates the soul to parchment pieces, there is walking and poetry- in the mornings - early - then back with a luminous offering for the day: Mary Oliver assuredly knows about this for she happens to be my soul companion. I search for the "terror breath" amidst the soil and moss and find it, my end of the world. Her eyes, ears, nose and skin are as mine searching, welcoming, open and introspective to the details of  nature. 

Roselle Quin

Unlike Mary, who literally employed herself to the valiant bountiful and available woods of her life, I need to take a hundred steps to discover mine. 

Living in a harsh, chaotic modern city is not the ideal of places to find walking trails littered with trees, birds or flowers - but God be blessed, I am always planted at places most conducive to the soul propitious for meanderings. 

Today, there is much to write about, which in itself is balm for my mind. There are words un-uttered, phrases un-tried, patois to discover and one's own parlance to cultivate as of a dried field awaiting the inauguration of rain.  I write my own poetry too.

DETAILS OF A THURSDAY MORNING

Roselle Quin

Roselle Quin

Today I realized how much my mind works for and against me. Building up my confidence one moment, then striking me down when the pose is too new, too tough, too twisty and seemingly improbable for my body to flow with‪ #‎dealingwithchange‬. Why bother, the mind mocks, what for? ‪#‎insecurities‬ - then off it pounds with all that is not perfect and all that could go wrong and all that is needed and must be reached and had until the buzz ov' it upstages my core and I fall off the mat, perspiring and frustrated. ‪#‎findingbalance‬

But the pink mat waits kindly ‪#‎bepositive‬, so the monkey mind, I reign it, I hust it, I get back on, and do it again ‪#‎beatthemoment‬, imperfectly, but doing it ‪#‎noexcuses‬- because, the IT is what it's all about. And by the heart pose ending of a trying satisfying session, the chattering was silenced and shamed to submission - overcome by the strength of knowldege that i - did - it. You're growing your spine, literally, says my coach. Best thing I've ever heard this month. 

And these are the details of my Thursday morning. I'm now ready to start my week!
( Yes, this Thursday feels so much like a Monday! ) :D

Roselle Quin

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON SPARKLE

Good Morning! by Slidely Slideshow

I was writing yesterday when something came up and the blog was left hanging wide open with jutting thoughts and misaligned pictures, haha! I was gushing about how perfectly breezy the afternoon was - a  golden summery, generous sprinkle of confetti weather. It so happens  today's bird worthy afternoon is perfectly, illustriously & blithely the same! :D

As I wrote yesterday, if I could name this lithesome moment,  "Clementine" it would be. Yes, me' thinks it's a name that  strikes of  earthy' sunbeams and speckles of lemony shadows that alights and feeds the greens to keep this world upright from its tilting vertigo caused by nauseous barbaric occurrences staged by a great many ignorant human inhabitants. Ah, but let's not go there. All I need right now is some jazzy tune to moment this minute with oomph' falla - la! 

Oooh, yes, by the way, when I post this blog, today's post will be right underneath this one - hmm...but this post is today's post as well, even if I started it yesterday - meaning, I actually penned two blog posts today! A good deed indeed!

Roselle Quin : @ Subic

Today's Clementine > feel < reminds me of that charming tropical garden at Subic. There's that picture above of me and the tropical forest hibiscus flower folksies'! I've a terrible fondness for yellow Hibiscus'es (hah!) - if I were given the chance to be a bloom, then Hibiscus I'd be, hahaha! No, not a rose, tho' who wouldn't want to be all delicate, sought after and styled?! The yellow gumamela...has this wild glitzy pop me anywhere and I'll make the space vavoom' magic! It's a no fuss, no complications, no drama superpower flower! :D

Ah, the cuffee's ready, so today's chit-chat comes to a close! A fitting Mary Oliver poem is due.  Never fails to make me smile!

“How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore 
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds 
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of 
praying, as you no doubt have yours. 

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.” 
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

Cherry Coke Sunday Afternoon

The first couple of weeks of the month were full days of energy. Everything bloomy and pink and rhapsody like. I'd get up knowing what the day would be about and go for it enthusiastically. I am particularly proud and happy about meeting my exercise goals.

This morning is a different story thought. <sigh > There is none of the usual hot vavoom' coursing through me - only disoriented minutes that seem to grovel and trudge clinging on the misty ether of time, a heaving burden the size of Mars. My body is just so out of it. Even my eyelids are heavy logs that beg to drop. Perhaps a full paced exercise routine would fix this - later.

Ah, I know this will pass. There is this constant reminding of myself that I have made a solemn inner pledge to see the good in everything. So here,  I've clipped on a bit of that cheery afternoon I've had Sunday weekend. A cheerio' bright spot it is to today's grey foggy me.

* Oh, and this slideshow has cute music to it. Slide the mouse down below and click to hear.

A Cherry Coke Sunday Afternoon - Kizoa Online Movie Maker

"Accomplishing your daily goals has a place, but the heart has a valid agenda of its own. When you can look back on a day and find within it even one warm memory or a single touching story, you've paid attention to your heart." ~Victoria Moran, Creating A Charmed Life



Uploaded on Youtube as well since the app doesn't seem to work on iphone devices.

"To The Philippines" by Dr. Jose Rizal

Election season is an unraveling freak show! Think of lucid nightmares that wake to the hell of another nightmare and another nightmare until  phantasm reels you into a sucking sink hole of trapped wretchedness. You pant, you scream but there's no saving from false awakenings. It's bad like that - there's no escape.

Now - think of  manure - a fresh  wide field and you in the middle of it! Wherever you turn stench assaults you. Each step you take for a planned escape is a foot of never ending path of muck,  

It's bad like that - there's no escape.

And then the flies! O' the flies! Let me tell you about the flies...

Buzzing buzzing buzz buzz regiments and assemblies of screwball political derelict fantasists, haw shaw pseudo experts - potty instant lawyers, mystic constitutionalists,  and deranged opinion puke twits'who will inundate your sensitivities with their skunk breath take on everything and everyone. 

Drunk in the arena of their drama'a-a-ass'  as they spew their unsolicited jerk expert mentholated  reasoning for everything. Mind you, they will immodestly snag you to speak'a spell, then decapitate your own self respecting standpoint because...you're a butterfly and they just happen to be a fly.

I never will be one to fall for this. -

In the middle of all these mental excrement, one must have the strength of mind to separate from the idle twaddle and comprehend with a personal devotion, the what and wherewithal of  the present material time and land of country one has been gifted by the divine.

What, in spite of the mayhem can one do to positively reflect a working hope and a triumph of way in spite of the headless clucking of men ( and women) ? For inspiration, I have found the immortal words of the beloved Dr. Jose Rizal, whose poetry to the land is a saving breath of grace from this circus of clowns

To the Philippines  Rizal wrote the original sonnet in Spanish Aglowing and fair like a houri on high, Full of grace and pure like the Morn that peeps When in the sky the clouds are tinted blue, Of th' Indian land, a goddess sleeps. The light foam of the son'rous sea  Doth kiss her feet with loving desire; The cultured West adores her smile And the frosty Pole her flow'red attire. With tenderness, stammering, my Muse To her 'midst undines and naiads does sing; I offer her my fortune and bliss: Oh, artists! her brow chaste ring With myrtle green and roses red And lilies, and extol the Philippines! TO THE PHILIPPINES ( another translation fro the original Spanish poem) Warm and beautiful like a houri of yore, as gracious and as pure as the break of dawn when darling clouds take on a sapphire tone, sleeps a goddess on the Indian shore. The small waves of the sonorous sea assail her feet with ardent, amorous kisses, while the intellectual West adores her smile; and the old hoary Pole, her flower veil. My Muse, most enthusiastic and elate, sings to her among naiads and undines; I offer her my fortune and my fate. With myrtle, purple roses, and flowering greens and lilies, crown her brow immaculate, O artists, and exalt the Philippines!  Jose Rizal

Today's January Morning 2016

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This is my early morning walk - save for the cat picy' which I took yesterday. Meet"Twilight"...infinitesimal cat who follows me wherever I'm at.

I am excited about being here, walking, taking in the expanse of January green which is rarely seen in my city. There is a moment when I take my phone out and click and snap..the bushes..the grass..the pinks, as if by doing so my mind could drink in the site like vitamins to the soul.

Today is a day of "starts"....

A day of starting to write my  glitter goals, starting to journal my spiritual journey, starting to create what I've longed for to manifest and have yet to...starting to believe..truly believe..starting to shower my self with exquisite care..starting to laugh more..starting to share more..starting to trust more....starting to learn more..starting..starting.starting..what a hopeful vibrant synergy of possibilities.

My word for the year is ---vivacious!! 

Can't be helped. 

My follicles and pores are excited. :D

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