Ressurection

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆I banish ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღall doubt 
and affirm my ability to create and manifest the best. 
ღPeace indwells my spirit, and BLISS is my life.
I am surrounded by a mist of love,
a love that is not withered by the day,ღ
ღ but is grown precious by each season...

I can tell you how I feel you little space of mine here so listen well. Sometimes fear grips me like the claws of a crazed out crab and I choke in my own imaginings. It doesn't help that this peripheral world is like an act out of a circus gone bad.

And sometimes no matter how I try to lift my head above the fumes my pores involuntarily suck in all the grime. Filth goes straight into my blood stream creating screaming cells of red anxiety. I look for a cave to crawl into, some insipid quiet safety where the unknown doth resides still, dark and dank but bearable. I sink flushed deep in palpitation some days. And I am all alone in this world despite all company.

Nay, those are just some days, little space.

For after I have whirled down spiral into the abyss of my own de-bliss, with hands outstretched  allowing  my my full weight in motionless surrender sink into the ocean bed of  dysfunction, I awake. 

To the invisible sounds of angel gurgling bubbles LIFE oxygenates my lifeless meanderings and I flail my arms to swoosh back up to shore. And I strive with one stroke and another and another, pushing my feet with one wild kick energy rocketing me toward that promising sunlight. And I reach it.

A breath once again and fresh sweet air on my face, pure and promising, the wind whispering to me secrets that it keeps. Of a love so divine inside me forever pulsating. Of strength renewed like never before. Of dreams that were a gift to me and mine alone. I am alive.

Death and life in a cycle of days. Miracles unnoticed. Resurrection is a promise - already fulfilled.

If You Forget me ~ Pablo Neruda

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" I want you to know
one thing

You know how this is:.


If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn
at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals
were little boats
that sail
towards those aisles of yours
that wait for me.

Well, now
if little by little
you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
little by little

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots
remember,
that on that day
at that hour
I shall lift my arms
and my roots
shall set off
to seek another land

BUT
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seeks me
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without living mine.

~ Pablo Neruda

ჱܓ"My Prism Dolls

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥"

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" Only those who can truly love and are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you but your love and your dream change those stones into flowers of discovery.

Even if you lose or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary, and if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the world, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformer of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.

~ Ben Okri



(¯`♥´¯) .♥.•*¨`*♫ ✿ ܓ
´*.¸.•´♥`Grateful ღ ☼ღஜ.

ღ for that after lunch meet with an old good friend ღ and sharing laughs between us
ღ for lots of "Whittacker" chocolates
ღ for my eldest son and his new job ღ plus the gift he gave me
ღ for the good company of my youngest and the talks
ღ for the beautiful impromptu lunch date with hubby at "Titania"
ღ for all that fantastic wine! ღ 
ღ for dinner with the whole family at  "Chef Laudico's" place
ღ  for this mild gorgeous summer weather we are experiencing

(¯`♥´¯) .♥.•*¨`*♫ ✿ ܓ
´*.¸.•´♥`Grateful ღ ☼ღஜ.The Lady Prism

Valentine Thoughts♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥

♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life
♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥
- Dante Alighieri
La Vita Nuova

Fault me for anything, but not this. I am  your eternal romantic, forever believing. Once I love, it will be as it should be - forever.

And if, by chance, forever has a  passageway, a back door that swings open to eternity, I'll take it, I'll be there, I'll be true.

And if the meaning of my life, and the toil of my days, and the words of my words,  be for naught, except to mean my self beside you, then grant that I have lived so fully for what I should. No one can be happier. 

For I have come and found what it is to find. My life has been a lady of kind. Far from  the ones I have known. When I found you, and you found me, my mandala came to be. A circle of  forever birthed. I am (born)  Love and will be - forever till eternity. Yours.


♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥
The Lady Prism

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ""Pretty Miss Patience" - My Very First Handmade!

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "O men, grown sick with toil and care,
Leave for awhile the crowded mart;
O women, sinking with despair,
Weary of limb and faint of heart,
Forget your years to-day and come
As children back to childhood's house. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "
~Phoebe Cary

• ♥ • A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun.....joy in the task of coffee...joy accompanied me as I walked.

~ Anais Nin ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "

 BIG smile! I can't believe it, really! My very first attempt at creating a handmade doll and I am truly uppity happy with how my pretty "Miss Patience" turned out to be.

Palpable! Palpable! Palpable it is, that juicy excitement slushing through my very marrow and veins  as I patiently stitched and fashioned and imagined her all dolled up together. Who says she isn't real? Isn't alive? She was just in my mind and now here she is, touchable, huggable!

Sweet and velvety, she sits prim and proper reminding me of what I have inside, what I AM inside, a bubble of dreams and light and faerie musings. As much as the next artist is an inspiration to me, the lesson here is, I am my own inspiration too! All good things and sweet tidings!

Ah, and now, but of course, "Miss Patience" needs a companion. Sister, friends and all sorts ov' folks to keep her company. A community of handmade beings is about to birth, and yes, yes, yes, I just can't wait to see!


Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ " blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,We will, come to be. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ " 

~ Pablo Neruda
(‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’)

Love to you....
The Lady PrismƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "

♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥•.¸¸.• .♥My Inspiring Guides

Women Who Switch On My Glow!

 ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥•.¸¸.• .♥ 

The first vibrant beacon to illumine my path was no less than the incontestably funny Barbara Johnson, author of the vivaciously written, "Stick A Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy." Her voice was my voice when I was a wee' lady 20 something freakish mother me! Her humor was a holy umbilical connecting her inner funny to mine.


Barbara's bubbly yellow book was  my loving elixir, gulped in potent doses in between the manic of youth with its mundane madness of frying chicken, fixing bed, folding laundry, catering to hubby, carting two active boys to elementary, and washing my hair every day.

"Pain is inevitable but misery is optional! 
~ Barbara Johnson

It was the 90's and she was my totem of sanity, my nicotine of resilience, my sangria of balance, a woman in a book who zealously guided and bridled my young wild self to calm and clarity. Ah, so many ways to describe her! She dug out' humor from the driest desert of days imaginable with stories lifted from a life she lived that seemed hell bent on whacking her out. Disappointments, bad vibes, grave news, crises, burnt bread became reserves of strength and catalysts of courage. I was transfixed. Her optimism was grounding. Pussy willows, cattails, soft winds and roses...I grew... a geranium of smile inside of me!


My mentor to a life of  "no whines, no complaints," Barbara imparted the dire boring folly of a "victim" mentality, espousing to the young wife in me that it isn't what happens in life that primarily matters, but the graciousnessby which one takes it, rolls it and wears it! That was powerful. That was strength. 


Married 21 years, yes, I am.  And to this day, I owe that  happy geranium in my heart to a woman I met, not in person, but in spirit. Her life of seeking the gracious happy best in everything was a bud of joy planted, and  germinating still in my soul.✶*¨`*.✫*¨*.¸¸
.✫*¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*.✫*¨*.¸¸.✶*¨`*.✫*.  

 ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥•.¸¸.• .♥ 

In the same manner of encouragement, I offer this blog to the life and stories of women the world over. Ordinary women who lay no claim to movie star fame, but whose lives are seeded with the most fragrant buds of wisdom that sow light as a prism refracts light...

....wherever we are, whether we know each other or not, have met or never will, we all are intertwined in a garden of pretty as life is meant to be. I offer this space as a little geranium garden of joy and a rose orchard of peace. 

May you be inspired. May you be blessed. May you be happy!   

This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine.. 

let it shine..let it shine...

Namaste! Love and Light!
The Lady Prism 

L❀VE ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥Fiat Lux ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥L❀VE

ART CREDIT: You might be wondering about the artwork. Do take a moment to click here and know more about it. This site is a collection of artists and paintings that inspire me. Blessings!

♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"*.• Creation

"My friend R, using her phone while I go get myself some coffee."

The greens and the yellows, fresh and alive and brimming with vivaciousness! The following pictures attest to the aura of my year. A beginning opened by meeting friends and receiving good cheer. This must be my year for "IT!" And while some grapple with resolutions, I, merely have the following at heart:♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"*.•

To create beautiful relationships.
To create beautiful connections.


To meditate on beautiful thoughts.
To create beautiful words.
To create beautiful lessons.


to create beautiful meals.
To create beautiful things .
To create beautiful mornings, afternoons and evenings..


And to give all the beauty that I create to the beautiful friends and family life has given me. 


A beautiful heart..that's all I 'm aiming for...♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"*.•

My favorite neighborhood coffee shop

The Pardon of 2010 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ PARDON!


To pardon each day and not hold it against itself. To pardon it for its puny disappointments and disparaging ways. To pardon it for its illusions and unmet resolutions.To pardon it for its uncouth brashness. To pardon it for its malaise. To pardon it for its funk. To pardon it for its blasé. To pardon it for umbrage and chafe.  To pardon it for its ills, improprieties, neglect, rudeness, hurts, callousness, ungratefulness.To pardon it for its oppressive heat. To pardon it for its malevolent rain. 


To pardon everything, everything, everything. Anything and everything!


To pardon the mirrors. To pardon the walls. To pardon exits and entrances. To pardon dead leaves and aphid ridden roses. To pardon termites and vermin. To pardon the chime and the clock. To pardon the seconds. To pardon the minutes. To pardon the hours. To pardon shadows. To pardon others. To pardon myself.....

Each evening, in quiet retrospect, to pardon in gratefulness, 
and fashion afresh each morning.. 
a novel welcome feathered in my heart
for life...


2010. You have been a master teacher to me. A trickster and a charm, you were. There are years more deserving of thanks. And so, I - for all the ubiquitous  lessons earned, most graciously, thank you for this lesson of "pardon." Goodbye.

I shine besotted to my new word for this new year - PASSION!!




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