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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Friday, February 26, 2016

Good Morning from Me and My Barky Bushy (Trial Vid)

Morning Sun Effect - Eragnyby: Camille Pissarto
PS: This vid is supposed to loop but instead stalls just when 
I say "have a nice day, mwah" haha! Pressing replay completes the message, lols!

Gad, can't believe it, but It's been a a couple ov' weeks filled with fluey' ventures. I refuse to ascribe this sickie' situation to, ahem, age! O'goodness never, haha! I know folks two decades older than good ol' meeh' who move and live like fresh spring chickies, eh! I probably have to tweak the way I do life. My exercising is good, but I know my eating habits have to be improved.

Seriously, it's pretty pesky to be dragged down like a wet bamboo-dazzled squirrel. At the risk of sounding lame + boring, I have to utter my bedraggled frustration for feeling chest coldy' and head-achy. Never been bothered by headaches before, then again, life's telling me why not, why not, why not now?!?

I'm feeling a tad better, thank goodness. - but there's still this allergy vibe I feel in my tight chest, and throat, up to my face in my puffed up eyes, sensitive facial pain, and tight band head feely'. Sigh!

Anyway, I woke up feeling good this morning and decided to put in make-up to make myself come alive, haha! I intend to make short clippy video journals so this is a start.

I've lots to learn and editing stuff to have if I want to make my videos clear and understandable. For now, I've no choice but to work with free online editors. Eventually, I'd migrate to Youtube  but it'd be better  to do that when I'm already whole lot techie' creative. 

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The Birth of a Thought on an Ash Wednesday Morning

 O' Jesus, attract my heart, and confirm it in your love. Grant that detached from all things and uninfluenced by the allurements of self love, I may breath only your love,  and neither seek nor love anything but you in all  things. ~ Reflections, Vatican ll
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A dozen fetching cutie possibilities I dunno' where to start! All I know is to  make these series of months pop alive with pinks, lavenders, yellows, creams and all whimsical shade of greens! 

I feel compelled to create so many beautiful dainty things. ornaments, adornments, - by hand - my imagination is running wild with colors & blueprints which tell a tale of pretty. ! 

⊰✿ It is a wild thankful thought melting in the aperture of my wits.  I'm growing into smiles and understanding; an all  encompassing acceptance of every cleverness,  haha!  Maybe this is wisdom, arms outstretched in the quintessence of living. 
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Sunday, February 7, 2016

"My First Zumba Experience!!"

Look for good things about where you are, and in your state of appreciation, you lift all self-imposed limitations - and all limitations are self-imposed - and you free yourself for the receiving of wonderful things.

Looking Up High by: Roselle Quin
I can't believe it! My first ever Zumba-licious workout experience this early Monday morning went exceptionally well --considering my  internal fears of not being able to catch up with a group and looking like a fool. I'm not the most coordinated of people' - in fact, aside from seeming to have two left footsies' that refuse to see eye to eye when it comes to fast motion dancing......
I've always felt awkward swaying any part of my body: hips, waist, legs, arms - you name it! I prefer stability - feet on the ground, or even one  leg raised in a balanced sun salutation. Give me poses and planks that are certain, and I'll manage. Dancing and prancing and arms up down loose swaying in tune with hips gyrating and legs stepping in and out of music might as well be Algebra to me.

Imagine my surprise having finished the session drenched in perspiration and panting from exhaustion - the sure great signs of victory! Body fat loss  and cardiovascular pumping was my goal.

I'm greatly appreciative to have a supportive mentor who takes the time to analyze what sort of movements, lifting and stretching are best for me. It's good to have someone analyze your weaknesses and what strength you can build on to reach your health goal.

"You will know your path by the fun of it." ~ LOA

It takes 21 days to build a habit they say. Well, I've started the year with yoga and running. Every day I have to psyche myself up somewhat and remind myself of what my spirit wants, which is strength, A great many people have such confidence when it comes to setting health goals and achieving them. Sadly, I'm NOT --> them because honestly, I present myself such magnanimous setbacks. 

But today, I'm expecting the best from myself. 
Tomorrow, I will too. 
And the next day, 
and the next. 

Sunday, January 31, 2016

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

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

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

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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.

Monday, January 25, 2016

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.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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