Inspired Living 2017

All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat

strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones are moving easily under flesh. ~ Doris Lessing

"Enchanted Prism"  ~ My Expressive Imaginative Way of Living 2017  👄

Imaginative living my agh, haha! I wasn't imagining to be down - knocked - out with the peskiest of coughs for a full long week! Gad, it was wretchedly awful! Hard to believe I started the year with marathon sinus challenges, and Oho' gad goodness forbids I end it with a celebratory bout of sneezy headache fuzzies!👩 

Praise heavens I'm on the comeback feel of full restoration - thanks to a buffet of meds the doc prescribed, cheerio!  I can still feel a trail of tenderness in my right sinus passageway, but another night's sleep will heal through, my angel guide says to me. 

Whatever while should I complain of tedious aches and pains when somewhere around and a mile across people wailfully carry the purest sufferings of a beaten world. Unfathomable to my mind, but the year has seen a scorch of one madness reaching towards another. I ought to shush' myself. 

One thing learned is to more than dearly take proactive steps in ensuring vitality; change of diet, more sweat. more fresh air, more. more,  m-o-r-e of everything in life that's fresh, succulent, tempered with what's simple and common sense right. 🎕

2017 is at my doorstep, grinning winsomely, offering luminous perspective for a new inner world of exaltation. Well, why not?  Resolutions aren't my thing but plotting and creating sure are! More than ever, the call of living from inner bliss can't be ignored. I hear its clamorous invitation - insisting I stand upright and arise to a mesmerizing existence, allowing the bones of days to move - with - the - flesh, as the heat of a minute strikes skin and delight becomes life. 

What I Wore to the Cooper's! :D

Poor bloggy boo'...haven't updated you for a month, tsk! tsk!..How dusty forlorn you've become, ( insert sad face, hah!) I've been here and some, it was all FUN,  but nothing written to mark those events...Ahhh....how could I!?! Never the mind, I'm typing back, conversing with spirit and air, banishing blogdom'' dullness and saying aye 'to writing beginnings! :D

Couple of swanky Saturday's back, we ( and by we, it's the Hubs and I of course) double dated with the dashing Mr. and Mrs. Cooper. I tell you, that day was darling' fab, all drizzly rainy, the skies floaty with its low fog clouds enfolding roof top buildings. O' ýes, I prefer the rains, the blessed cool kind that filters the air a notch down the pollution bar. For a long while the season of heat we had was merciless and  endless, seriously going on and on for what seemed like a scathing pledge to for-ev-er! Quite unbelievable and truly uncomf'table. 

Anyway, the Cooper's were fantastic lovely folks and we had a high grand evening of talks and laughs. One for the books, I'd say and the memory is for keeps.

Do take a look at that slice of sweet in the pic on the right! Now, that was one amazing slice - just perfect! Before heading to "Italliani's"at Serendra, where we met the Coopers for dinner, the husband and I shared a serving of Sansrival  and had ourselves both a cup of coffee at Larry's Bar. Didn't realize I'd actually luv' the place with its retro red stretched sofa and black fleur style tiles reminiscent of old homes. All these time, I'd just walk past the place and opt for somewhere else...well not anymore. I believe Larry's will be my new hangout of sorts.

Lately. I've been having fun all dolling up with a strange feel like I'm just now growing up! Kinda' grand, really because it feels good. Never really bothered with clothes and bags and other girly twirly stuff for most my life. It would take a great hoity event to make me seriously ponder what to wear.  It would be whatever, a shirt and some old jeans usually. 

The past couple of years  have been a  revelation, so perhaps I'm getting myself groomed better. I take notice now of what makes me feel snazzy great. This new found curiosity could only stem from the fact that the boys are grown and working. I  have me for  me finally. In this pic above I was wearing an..

1. Old US plaid

2. Guess jeans

3. Green sweat by MeMo

4. 7 year old pair of leather  boots

5. Bag by Ever New of Melbourne

After dinner the hubs and I decided to have one drink to cap of the late evening. I was dressed for fun but certainly not for a club the likes of  Bank Bar where everyone was seriously in sexy clubby black dress attire hahaha! I mean, I was dressed to rock  the rodeo, not bob with clubbing democrats. I dunno' but it's unlikely I'm ever going  back to that hive, very chic pulp fictiony' and cool probably - but not my vibe. Once is enough.

It's the joy in your heart. 

Poupées and Better Days! ♥L❀VE ♥´

Roselle Quin - Life today with my sweet dollies'! 

My latest lovely poupees' are coming to life, haha! :D  

Today I gave them wings but hair will have to wait as I've yet to visit a yarn shop. Goodness, I am so excited, lols! I've decided to make about twenty or twenty five sweetie's for the whole month of June, as they truly need a host of friendships around them! My inner realm is super artsy at the moment and  it is fantastically the best place to be!

As for the outer realm agh, there is a fuming world of uncertainty and fear mongering where I am. A whole lot of collective gasping, sighing, dark gossiping, frantic analyzing and major dooms day prophesying on a daily by minute basis. It takes nothing to be swept up in the near mass hysterics  as my country's newly elected president makes it his darn vocal point to furnish the nation an off- with-the-head graphic  forecast of what will become of criminals, sans human rights.  I have my own views about this of course, but would rather keep it to myself - except to say that I believe in better days coming,  

I believe that each individual has the the power to create commanding intentions and positive energy. My focus hinges on that - which is why today I have a veritable smile and a glowing resolve to be a healer of days, as well as, a spirituous creator of beauty. 

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

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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.

My Few Reasonable Words (✿◠‿◠)

“She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! 

Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.”  ~

 Jane Austen, Persuasion

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I am very very very very batty right now. 

Batty! Batty! Batty! 

Very! 

I am the Queen of Illustrious Highness Battiness, tadah! 

Only help is my freezy' can of Coke, bag of chips and box of Oreo's. It is s-u-b-lime to be left unfettered to my gruesome munching devices; it would be wise for anyone within proximity to NOT make mention of my hideous gorging.

Of course I will suffer _ later. 

Remorse will be my due company.  I am enlightened aware that this impending cycle is my  doing: grump, munch, smile faintly, feel better, and wait for my junk food fueled dopamine high to wear off.  A staunch resolve to be good will commence, sans penitence. I know me so well. (✿◠‿◠)

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, 

see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, 

to speak a few reasonable words.”

~ Johann Wolfgang von 


In this wicked state, I might as well allow my mind to wander amongst the main road of a favored memory. There are constructions that enamor and pavements that entice - here are some pictures. I distinctly remember that moment as provocatively settling. How snug the conditions of my own personal adventure from which quiet I had this unfolding epiphany.

We are purposed by feelings, I realized
We come ALIVE to taste life's long table buffet of personalized emotions, the encounter of which shapes spirit and unfurls the soul. The trauma of encountering all manner and shades of feelings, the understanding, working and mastering of it grants us wings; human wings. Not so like the angels, for angels have no feet. 

We are us, and only  fully 'us' when we have encountered the evolution of our own inner selves; entirely separate,  living breathing creation from each other, but belonging to one another universally. It's the most beautiful thing, but we don't ever know that from the beginning, because our common nesting is a preconditioned earth of fear.

So we love each other with a magnitude of  underlying apprehension. We care for each other with an underlying distress, and we progress to adulthood yoked by this accidental ancestral fear. It doesn't matter who you are, where you are, where you came from, if you're rich or poor, we're all infected. That's why we want each other to be a certain way, talk a certain way, love a certain way. It's in the air, this contagion. It's in history. It's in the psyche. It's both genesis and genetics. 

Our feelings are guides, much like spiritual ones. 
We must encounter them, face them, talk to them, determine their truth, accuracy and fallacy. When we do, our minds awaken who we are and logic elucidates what we're meant do. As for fear itself; it is lovingly resolved to a faith that lifts our wings. 

 There. 

These are my few reasonable words. 

I will now take a walk. 

Bodhiccita Lady ~ Mindful Realizations To a Path of Bliss

Roselle Quin

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Bodhicitta, mindful & ripe with the juiciness of awakened existence, is a semantic energy I hooked from a Buddhist book my husband recently gifted me. The concept of going through life's motions in meditated movements dedicated to the conscience of lifting every act holy for the good of "one, some and all" is very precise in its Christian notion of renunciation... of "doing unto others" and offering unto God all the dutiful, mundane tasks that at times even inwardly cause suffering. So injected I am with this crystalline intention, that a seizure of illumination zipped through my spinal consciousness - A life of Dharma - spiritual purposefulness for the whole of the Sangha - the community.

Bodhicitta is pineapple for the soul,  spiritual saccharine that oxidizes our inner being with scentsy wisdom pulps, venturing us to live in this earthly plane on higher ground! All actions, however simple, however ordinary, however piddling becomes a stepping stone to N-I-R-V-A-N-A if consummated through  gratitude and generosity. The whole of man's existence becomes suffused with majesty & regal with meaning -- the meaning one endows by the charity one  devotes to all sentient beings.

For what is heaven, but the state of being free, truly free from ignorance and loathing! Hate is vulgarity of living, while Heaven is to exist in uncomplicated rapture - easy joy - metta.  "For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy,"  Romans 14:17 ~  To be in bliss is to live sane, and to be joyful is to ascend as a supreme being walking in the divine ground of existence ( streets of gold), released from the bondage of an odious ego. To be enlightened is to be a child of God. Venerable.

Our destiny is not far yonder a mythical physical material hope in an afterlife of moneyed riches, but the attainment of a present  imperturbable stillness of mind after the hell fires of intemperate desire, aversion, delusion have been extinguished.

I have much to work on to be what I want but inspiration has spoken.

This quote inspires me:

We need to transform our mind, to rid it of ignorance, hatred and attachment. Transforming our mind means that even if we are in a very difficult situation or place, as long as our mind is happy, everything will be fine.~ Namdrol Rinpoche

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And my life? Well,  let me see...I have no excuses! None at all! 

I have to live my life from the abyss of my crystal soul and not chipper away the bright bits of my spirit for no account at all but procrastination + fear. Hell of a combination, hah! My Lady Prism me has morphed into a tangle of ta' - do's and must- do's and have - ta'- do's and have - ya' - done - it, and not yet done, and be done with it and do more today, dammit!  A ballistic tornado days spent desperately tidying rogue minutes and batty seconds while keeping groggy' monkeys of distraction and anxiety at bay till I succumb to impatience, frustration and a tear of vexation. 

Too much to do, there just isn't time to create, to paint, to go to that pottery class, to take the beaded workshop, to meditate, to study alchemy, to wish, to dream, to spew magic, to nuke a spell.
                                                                I am a  litany of excuses.  This is my tale. Woe is me! 

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Not very Disney, noh? I mean, my tale. Nothing very fairy about it. But I'm  done with all the this shindig drama I've heaped on myself and taking my Honey Doo's advice to --> chuck it. Stop hogging'  everything and get on with what you want, he always would remind me. 

There's always the "do wants" for me, I figure, maybe before I unfold the new longings of my soul,  I need to specify what exactly --> I don't want.

I DON'T WANT

1. I don't want to be busy picking up other people's mess, whoever they are. 

2. I don't want to feed other people's monkeys.

3. I don't want to pet other people's monsters of complaints, expectations and distractions.

4. I don't want fear of what other's may say or how I'm viewed or perceived define me.

5. I don't want to starve my creative soul. No. 

I WILL NOT BE DISTRACTED BY NOISE, CHATTER AND SETBACK. I KNOW WHAT I WANT AND IT'S ALL MINE. 

WHAT I DO WANT

I want to --> not be shy.  I want to --> not be tepid, lukewarm, unsure, awkward. 

 I want to --> not see cracks, limits and impossibilities. I want to --> not be swayed towards accepting baggage heaped on me. I want to enjoy - period.  I want to accept my radiance and take relative good care of myself without trepidation or vanity. I want wisdom. I want to nurture and feed my talent. I want to give expression to my inner spirit. I want to be gallant towards my body respectful of my feelings. 

And why do I want all these? 
Heck, I want it all because my greatest wanting is to GIVE! 

And so that's that..and this is this..and I thank the Divine for these spanks of wisdom plunked in my cerebral. A bit of shaking and sweet thumping from heaven's nirvanic realm, reminding me to take charge, get my Bodhi selfie groove in loop, and walk my bliss. Nothing less. 

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Those who haven’t yet given birth to precious Bodhicitta,

May they give birth,

Those who have given birth,

May their Bodhicitta not lessen

but increase further and further.

~ His Holiness Gyalwang Drukgpa

Chimes, Charms, Enchantment

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, 

and, it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”

~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe 

These photos are so February 2014!
 They've been lounging in my archive, waiting...waiting ever so patiently for me to write something and launch the post. Alas, days went by, and months, then life morphed into a maze of this and that, which rendered this blog buried in publish neglect. sad.

The Hubby and Me - enjoying our pose! 

Looking at these pics, you'd think I was the queen of high spirits, hah! 

Quite frankly, yes and even more bluntly, no! The prime truth of the matter is, these photos represent ooooh, snarky sobby' trying days rife with challenges and changes and not knowing what the future holds, what the next step would be, what to, where to, whatever! 

Life was a cliffhanger...SMILE! 

But the Divine was at work ( uuh' yah! ) and threw us an unmistakable thump to dress up swank and parteh', inspite of! Yes, inspite of sullied circumstances having been acquainted with folks less than honorable with their dealings. 

Ah, one must dig the grandest measure of  good out of a decrepit situation, wisen up like the evening owl, and brave forth like the most majestic of eagles ( drama!). 

Why the heck pout and gripe when all things are but temporal, even the muddled. These are the good old' days being ushered in! Welcome it! 

Cliffhouse, Tagaytay, Philippines

My youngest son with me.

And so we did!  In style! 

I donned my creamy favorite vintage dress ( + my grand brown hat too, let's not forget!), genuinely celebratory and thankful for the beautiful scenery, the wonderful people, and the glorious food!  

It was a sparkling time and I was touched by a serene spirit whispering, it was Valentine's Day, things would be OK. 

My eldest son.

That was way back February, cupid's shinning star moment of love. weddings, chimes, charms and enchantments that glistened the succeeding months of working situations with a smidgen of luck linked into one another, until here I am and here we are, in the future I was merely trying to picture back then! 

So let me see, what's there to learn:

1. Be calm. Inspite of trying times. Be calm. Calm is insight. Calm is wisdom. 

2. Present your best. Your best brings about solutions.

3. Enjoy. Even in the middle of muddles, life gives permission to laugh and be merry. It is essential to sanity.

"There aren't any shortcuts to tomorrow, you have to make your own way.To know where you're going is only a part of it.You need to know where you've been, too.And if you get lost, don't worry.The people who love you will find you. Count on it."  ~ Quotebites