Saturday, March 27, 2010

Spring Cleaning

For some reason on another spring is the beginning of my new year.  Perhaps it's because it's my birthday month or because it's precisely the time of year that the purple redbud trees in Georgia are the first colorful trees to wake up from their winter slumber.   Arguably, the massive white dogwood trees also let you know that spring has arrived, but color overall makes me feel alive.  

This is the month that I'm busy clearing the cobwebs from my garage and the cobwebs from my head.  I live by essential oils and aromatherapy.  Last week, while doing a few eyelash extension services, I concocted a cobweb clearing solution for the mind by adding 7 drops of Lavender oil, 3 drops of Clary Sage and 1 drop of Peppermint oil to my table top waterfall.   It's also a great recipe to add to an oil burner.  What a mood lifter!  Try it and let me know what you think.  I love new essential oil recipes and welcome any other creations.

Spring is also the time that I prune my trees and shrubs, dig in the dirt and am forced to tackle the weeds.   I'm an avid gardener.  Recently, I discovered that life is much like gardening.  In order for your life to flourish, you have to treat the weeds.  Sometimes pulling them up and out helps, but when the repeat offenders invade your space, hit them with a more permanent solution... and be done with them.  Digging up weeds is a great way to relieve stress and metaphorically get rid of the energy that you may have absorbed from an aggravating person or people in your life.   Be vigilant and don't be fooled.  There are all types of weeds out there.  Some have roots that run very deep and wide and will suck the life out of anything in the vicinity.  Then there's the chummy kind, that look pretty; masquerading as a delicate flower. And  need I remind you of the crabby kind that need no introduction because they always pop up smack dab in your face with their openly, rude intrusions?  Arm yourselves, and get ready this season.  Be ready and recognize the type of pesky weed you have in your zone.  I don't do weeds and neither should you.

My last and most fun spring ritual to do is to take my ivy, sedum or houseplant cuttings and honor them in a quirky resolutions pot.  Write down everything you want to change, or anything you want in the year to come.  Get a thin, permanent marker or paint and write every last word around the pot until there's no space left.  Get creative!   I paint clay pots over the winter and decorate them with crystals and bling and write things like:  Laughing really, really hard * Healthy Friends * Divine Presence* Room Service* Having My Prayers Answered* Perfect Timing* Watching Sunsets* A Trip to Venice* Letting Go Gracefully Without Regrets* Smiling Inside... These are a few actual things on my pots.  The nice thing is, as you water your new plant or cutting, you are metaphorically caring for your hopes and dreams.  I trust that if you do this, everything you write will come to fruition.  As my plants perk up, I will post some pictures for more ideas.  Until then, happy spring cleaning!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Happy Birthday Mom

Rushed; hurried; engaged; the day unnoticed
I marked it with an X without even seeing
I think I feel something familiar
In the middle of my being.

Wrapping thoughts around myself,
I forgot about that other pain...
The frustration of not hearing your laughter,
Or to hear you call my name.

March 23rd:  The day you called out to the world.
October 8th:  The day you reached out to God.
March 23rd:  The day you called out to me.
I think I feel something familiar.

Buckets of love flooding,
Flowing; thoughts of your embrace
Remembering the last kiss upon your face.
I think I feel something familiar...

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Happy Me

I'm in a bit of denial when it comes to aging so when I turned 37 on the 12th, I honestly forgot how old I was. About ten years ago I vowed to be 25 years old for the next 5 years. Oh well, I might as well keep the lie consistent and be 30 for the next decade. I think I look good for my age and I feel like I'm still in my 20's anyway. My hubby bought me some new Coach sandals and a purse. When they came in the mail I wanted to tear those red bows off and revel in my new treasures but I emailed him instead. About four hours later he Skyped me and I was able to let him see me open my gifts in utter glee. Later, my aunt took me to lunch and then off to the jewelry store for two Chamilia beads. (I'm such a Chamilia whore.) I have almost every color. My gift to myself was a trip to the lady doc for blood work to test if I have plenty of eggs. I want to be a mama soon. I hope to get good news in a week.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Highs and Lows

So it's been a minute since I checked in...  I've been working nonstop (BIG problem to have... I should have reasons to complain about this more and more)  I worked on an indie film and a beauty makeover show.  High and low points?  Highs:  Being paid early and meeting and working with very talented and fun people.  Lows: An annoying crew member on the film set that CONSTANTLY had plumbers butt.  I mean, seriously, did he not feel the air up his crack every time he bent down?  And he bent down a lot...Jeez. Other than the mother of all ass cracks I've had a very busy and fun few weeks.

Lately, Kuwait has been on my mind.  I should know within two weeks when my hubby and I will be together in Kuwait.  Corporate bureaucracy... blah blah blah.  I've been shopping for less sexy American gear for my desert adventures.  Booooooooooo!  I wish I could just be me to the 100% when it comes to my wardrobe, but alas, I get enough attention as it is.  I could just see me with my hands on my hips shaking my finger at some ogling Kuwaiti man.  I hear the men stare a lot at pretty Western women.  I mean, I'm not trying to sound conceited or anything but men from my side of town don't hide the fact that they're checking you out... Gets on my nerves a lot.  I think it's just the way that they look at me... sometimes dudes grunt like they're actually having an orgasm. I mean damn, man, my pants aren't that tight.  Some men should get a clue and learn to check out women sneakily and secretly like most women do.  It would sure make me feel less violated.  Catch me on a bad day and look at my ass too long and you might get the cuss out.  On a good day, I'd smile and coyly make you feel like a piece of shit with a quick witted comment.  I'm just saying.

 I've been in a weird mood lately.  Too many people have been trying to give me their opinion about what I should do with my life... And I didn't ask for the opinion.  Can't stand people like that.  I'm getting negative.  It's time to focus on the good. I feel like I'm standing at a fork in the road.  One path leads to "What Other People Say", another is stamped with a sign leading to the town of  "A Painful Past" and the other Says "Do You".

 Just gonna live life and do me.   I seek peace and a happy family.  I will create one with my husband. I am grateful that I have a supportive, loving and generous husband that would give me the last beat of his heart if he could.  I am blessed with friends that will hold my hand and walk over fire with me if they had to.  I have every single thing that I need to live a comfortable life and opportunities that arise to bring me the things that I want.  Overall, I would say that I'm pretty fucking happy.