Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Prayer Flags

I have just spent the best weekend letting my creative soul take flight.  You know how you have all kinds of ideas and projects that you go out and buy the materials for but never actually get around to doing them? Well, this weekend I did them.  Lots of them.  And I have decided I never want to do anything else but play with my projects and sing and create... no more cleaning, no more working, no more talking to anyone ever again... just painting and drawing and writing, tra la la....

I wish.

Barry and I just let ourselves be completely ridiculous this weekend.  He decided to be Builder Guy while I was being Creation Girl.  There is no logic to building an extra house behind your house.  And certainly not to making a ton of stuff to hang and decorate it with.  But that's exactly what we did.  It's crazy.

He wanted a deck. I wanted a place I could go to meditate that I didn't have to move a bunch of furniture and create the world over and over.  A space dedicated just to one thing. He wanted to sit on our hill and dangle his feet over a deck and contemplate life.

It's humongous.  I thought it would be a tiny crawl around structure.  He didn't feel like cutting the 8 foot lumber... so everything is in eights. Like the eightfold path.  I can't really say anything though cause I was just as excessive.  I couldn't make one set of flags... I made 4.  Whatever.  So we're nuts.  Can't wait to see the finished project!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Growth

We just got back from being the pack mules for my daughter. She just completed her second year of college.  That seems like such a simple sentence... and probably is for most people. But in our world it should be written like this:  RHIA JUST COMPLETED HER SECOND YEAR OF COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!  Those of you that have been following my blog for a length of time know how difficult this process was and how astonishing it is that she is even THERE, let alone THRIVING... and thriving she is.  When we got there this time, in the place of a sobbing, anxious little girl there was a beautiful, self assured woman who showed us around her apartment, took us to great coffee shops and restaurants and had all kinds of friends that were happy to see her where ever we went.  What a joy!

At one point, sitting and listening to her telling me about some scientific fact or another, I was stunned to realize that she grew up.  Like, really. grew. up.  She is an environmental science major, she is on the trip of a lifetime right now, that's why we had to go bring her supplies and pack up her apartment and bring her stuff home. Again, that should be written like this:  RHIA IS ON THE TRIP OF A LIFETIME SEEING 25 NATIONAL PARKS!!!!  That's kinda unreal, don't you think?  My little girl, who suffers tremendously from homesickness is currently on a bus traveling across the United States visiting all the places we have only dreamed of...



Starting at Saguaro, way down at the bottom in New Mexico/Arizona and working up to the Grand Canyon and beyond...  Yosemite, Death Valley, Redwoods, Crater Lake, Mt. St. Helens, San Juan Islands, Yellowstone, Devils Tower, Badlands... you name it, she's gonna see it.  I can't even wrap my mind around this.  I can't imagine what this is like.  And... I can't imagine who she will be when she gets home.

Her father and I have never been to any of these places.  No one in my family has ever been to any of these places.  In fact, no one in my family ever graduated HIGH SCHOOL... let alone COLLEGE.  I cannot begin to tell you how emotional it makes me feel to think that somehow, someway,  Barry & I were able to .... I don't even know what the word is... pull ourselves from where we came from and give our kids a better chance.  We thank God everyday for the wonderful friends and mentors that helped us, we are so blessed.

While we were there being pack mules, my beautiful daughter had to sing in her choir for the Montreat Graduating Class of 2010.  From the minute they started the procession with a man playing the bagpipes as their leader... to the first note of her small, AMAZING, choir, her father and I were teary.  When she came out, we shared with her, laughing, how weepy we were.  She starts cracking up, "geez, you don't even know anyone there graduating!!! What the heck are you gonna do when it's me?"

What indeed.  I feel an 'ugly cry' coming on.... You know, the one where your face scrunches all up and you blubber?  Yeah, that'll be her Dad & I... in the front row.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Mind Dump

Should I peruse Hairspray?

Where could I get a place big enough for a yoga studio and a theater?

Should I stop teaching to adults and go back to teaching kids?

What IS the deal with this weather?

Should I grow out my bangs?

Should we leave Wednesday or Thursday for Montreat?

Why are there so many horrible things happening to my loved ones?

When will these wretched Mercury Retrograde end?

And, does Mercury really go backward? LOL.

Why is it so hard for life/people to remain consistent?

Is it capri or long pants weather?

Which workout should I do today? Awkward Girl or Silly Boy?

Where can I find the motivation to actually do all the crap that's piling up?

Should I get a tattoo?

Or cut off my hair?

Is the pollen ever going to go away?

Esp. that which is IN my house?

Should I cancel my evening classes?

Should I give up wine completely?

Where can I get reasonably priced sandlewood?

Whatever happened to Cybil?

Is Crystal gonna win?

Should I forgo all electronics for a month?

Why?

What is the cat doing staring at the wall?

What should the last question on this entry be?

Thursday, May 06, 2010

My Updated Spirit Center Dream

In 2007, I wrote a blog detailing my dream of a spiritual center...a place folks could go to relax, that had a variety of activities and rooms to chill.  I was sending it to a friend today and in re-reading it, I saw that I had pretty much already created it... only it was my house.  So, I am going to re-do my dream and allow myself to dream bigger!

Walking up to this beautiful retreat center is deceiving... it looks small, cozy, even homey but as you open the door you realize the spaciousness.  It is bright, with lots of natural light and very colorful, filled with beautiful art pieces made by the creative souls who have passed through the same door you just did.  You are greeted warmly by hosts, given a cuppa tea and offered a delicious treat while you sink comfortably into a chair by the fire.  There is a "menu" of activities at your side and you are encouraged to take your time deciding what to do first.

Mmmm, a massage? Yoga? Reiki Healing? The list goes on... at 10:00 there's a lively discussion of Religious Styles... at noon a SoulCollage Card Building Lunch Bunch... at 3:00 a 2 hour Restorative Yoga session... at 5:00 an outdoor seminar on gardening... and that's just today.  Looking ahead, you realize that everyday is different... drumming circles, Reiki training classes, craft circles, even events for kids involving creativity and theater!

Finding it hard to decide, you are encouraged to wander around a bit, take in the energy and flavor of the place, each room with a different spirit... which will be the one that you connect to? 

The yoga studio is large, surrounded with windows that overlook trees and water.. you notice lots of pillows and zafus, places to sit comfortably and meditate, blankets and eye pillows to help you relax.  There's another large room with a big table in the center, covered with art supplies... mandalas, magazines, paints and beads.  Walking down a hall filled with doors to smaller rooms... a massage therapist, a Reiki Master, an acupuncturist, even a room for Tarot Readings.

Coming to a larger section, you see a little store where you can purchase herbal items, aromatherapy, crystals and local artists jewelry, paintings and handicrafts.  You turn to the right and there's a large room with a stage.... lit with windows that you notice have dark shades... Oh! this must be the theater!  You see a workshop going on with lots of buzzing activity, dancing, singing... A sign outside the door lists times of not only theater productions but Spiritual Cinema movies too!  You jot down the times of your favorites.

You find a winding staircase and find a 2nd floor filled with guest rooms.  You can book an overnight stay or even a whole weekend-- what a great retreat this would make.  You look out one of the windows and see a clearing with a fire pit, an outdoor cafe and a labyrinth with benches....gardens everywhere... what a beautiful spot.  There's a yoga class doing Sun Salutations outside on the deck and you decide that's it! That's where you want to be!

As you lie in relaxation pose with the breeze gently blowing through your hair, you realize this was just what you needed to restore your vitality, your sanity and your sense of well being.... Breathe deep.

Namaste'

PS.  Anyone know of a space like this for me?   :)

Monday, May 03, 2010

Old Boyfriends

Recently on facebook, I have received a number of friend requests from old boyfriends... and I mean OLD boyfriends... my 5th grade sweetie, 7th grade and so on.  It's kinda bizarre, I'm not gonna lie.  I am ecstatic to see them, to see how their life turned out, if they are married, have kids and whether they still have hair or not.  But it's very strange to think that they are doing the same thing. BTW, I do have my hair still, thanks for asking. I no longer weigh 95 pounds though...in case you are wondering.  I see that you do not either :)

When I was a kid, I was a huge flirt.  HUGE.  No boy could escape, LOL, whether I liked them or not.  It was important that they like me... overly important.  I was such a silly girl.  It's so weird to see their names popping up on my feed and think of who we were... and who I am now.  It literally feels like another lifetime.  The things that are important to me now have nothing to do with what was important to me then.  Thank God. It's interesting to think that my friends who know me now would not recognize the friend that they knew and vice versa. And not just physically... on every level, mentally, spiritually, it's sorta mind blowing.

We were all such great friends.  The whole gang is resurrecting, slowly but surely.  And I realize how little we actually knew each other.  I realize how little I actually knew myself.  But these friends, boys and girls, were my lifeline long before Regis Philbin made that popular.  I feel great affection for them.  I smile seeing their names, remembering...Fox Hill Elementary...Tasker Jr. High...Bowie... seriously, is this what they mean by past lives?  Seems like soooo long ago. 40 years ago in fact.

It's funny seeing their profiles though.  As much as I treasured them, saw them as family, I am stunned by seeing some of their particulars, who they've become (I'm sure they feel exactly the same about me).  Their political affiliations... where they work.. the groups they join... YIKES... really?  Never saw that as a kid.  In fact, I am surprised that I even dated a couple of them... could we really be THAT different in ideology?  Did we even have an ideology? LOL, I'm sure that word never even crossed our minds as we spent hours on the telephone, sneaking cigarettes in the breezeway, giggling and chasing each other... why is that so important now?  I guess it's just all states of consciousness... we stopped worrying about who we were and started worrying about the world we live in. 

Facebook is a strange world.  Sometimes it hurts my wee little brain trying to take it all in... so many lifetimes coming together all at once.  I guess it's a beautiful lesson in integration.

But it's Monday.  I can't think this hard.  Have a great week everyone!