morning meditation
cheers to another chance.
courage in my cup, i recommit myself to expelling the naysayer in last night's slippers.
she hasn't served me.
it's a sweet farewell.
the dreamer has sat sideline too long.
an illusion no more,
hour by hour the scale tips further into fearless.
happy weekend
dears, what's on your weekend docket?
last night's tea-spoon serving of sleep has me nutty for a nap.
i'm already lining up a giant, non-stop, shut-eye marathon.
i can't complain. last evening's late night revelry was joshua radin induced.
hunky hubby and i had hollywood date night (courtesy of my friend mrs. burns) at the music box for our favorite singer/songwriter.
i'm not sure if it was the live music or the time with hh outside our pocket of pattern, but even with the snippet of sleep, i have recovered a stirring of spirit which had been astray.
off to the weekend i go, a sparkle in my heart restored.
ella poe
giddy up for me! last month, at a trunk show, i had the pleasure of meeting uber-talented jewelry designer danielle birrittella of ella poe.
i had seen ella poe jewelry in magazines, worn by celebrities and in editorials, but seeing the jewelry in person and actually trying it on made me crazy-cake intent on getting the word out about this stunning line.
each piece, handcrafted in gold and precious stone, is inspired by danielle's worldly and exotic life experiences.
danielle was raised in a hindu ashram, but has traveled extensively. every piece, each more beautiful than the next, reflects her respect for ritual, sacred objects, and adornment.
there are four beautiful collections: constellations, lucky charms, relics and prayer.
each delicate and precious piece tells a deeper story of she who wears it.
i don't wear much jewelry, but when i do i like to wear something with a bit more tenor than how it matches my dress.
for example, these bacterian and emerald earrings, although designed with a greek and indian flavor, resemble dream catchers: a native american object where one's dreams (only the good ones) are snatched and incarnated. all of the jewelry teems with this type of rich subtext.
i've barely scratched the splendid surface. please visit danielle's website to see more of her divine work.
currently she is offering new clients a 15% off discount....just in time for the holidays.
midweek music
here is what's playing repeat on my 'pod.
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mumford & sons gallop me face first into a headwind of happy.
listening to their music suffuses me with spring in my step and a smile on my face.
come twirl with me!!
sold on souled
there's a new sheriff in town, and she's blowing up the blogosphere.
her name is jamie flannigan, and i'm crushing hard on her.
by day she's a realtor in l.a.; finding the city of angels' finest their dream homes.
in her spare time she bewitches us with her cheeky tongue and knockout images.
souled is a full service blog, brimming with lyrical nuggets, splendid images, and the 411 on all that is cool, beautiful and sometimes scrumptious.
jamie's series "if i was your realtor" tickles me with it's ingenuity and imagination. she creates fantasy homes for her readers and fellow writers.
i'm still twirling with silly joy over jamie's recent surprise reveal to me!!
equally enthralling is jamie's tumblr cayenne kisses where she dazzles us with her snappy talk and sassier images.
jamie's gift of giving "good text" is my new addiction.
all these images are examples of her "spiced texts to make your mouth water."
definitely one to watch, read, and savor.
i'm completely sold/souled on miss jamie.
all images snagged from cayenne kisses....please go check them out in their full glory.
here. now.
trying not to react to my hash-brain which keeps showing up for breakfast.
one big, blend of besprinkled thoughts twirling around in my head;
propelling me into a fit of emotions.
good-naturedly rigid, i ground all ten toes into my sandbox of sanity.
this casserole of contradiction needs to kindle.
i'll wait.
the banjos duel it out: peace, rage, love, hate, safety, fear.
it may take a while, but that's ok.
in the meantime i'll be making sandcastles.
in gratitude
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preparation
this week i find myself loitering in the terminal.
i'm hesitant to board.
my parcels feel a bit under-packed.
study and schooling will cure this current self stammer.
soon, i will descend those steps confidently to my gate.
first class ticket in hand;
toting my toolbox teemed with craft and command.
non-stop voyage to art.
calming the seas
the view from the porthole indicates smooth sailing,
but the inside of my cabin has been bumpy, sharp, and vexing.
sour-faced i stomp around, tongue ablaze, set off by the slightest:
an unmannerly citizen, an offensive dog-owner, an out-to-lunch driver.
this isn't a hat i'm comfortable wearing.
it doesn't flatter my face; makes me ugly, scared, and separate.
it stays aboard as i disembark today.
already the tide is hushing, and i feel sprinkles of a smile.
i think i'll go scatter it on a sundae.
intellectual idleness
philosophy will clip an angel's wings - john keats
i'm giving my brain a breather.
enough of this hard lined rationale.
decoding, interpreting, attempting to manage and react
to every mite of information that swirls in my heady eddy.
guessing with my gut, hankering with my heart, selecting from spirit.
the fit of these glass slippers is sublime.
ears open, eyes wide, barely able to contain the giddy.
not so faraway land
every morning i wake up in fairy-tale land.
don't get me wrong;
the shires of my fanciful kingdom are also filled with death, disease, discourtesy, and deception.
yesterday, it took all of robin hood's outlaws, and one lady in waiting to reign in my tongue; as i let someone take a favor i did for them, and twist it into a giant, ugly fat lip for me.
i could choose to dwell in darkness.
to hate, to plot, and to stew.
i never feel better though.
i'm guilty of my own bitchy, bad-mannered days, where i'm sure someone feels like giving me a lashing or two.
yet, for me bitterness fades when i try to relate to those who hurt me.
they become less big, bad wolf and more frail, weak, insecure granny;
hiding from the world beneath the covers.
someone i can relate to and love.
this ilk of living allows me to wake up in each morning in katie-land.
{sometimes with a new friend too}
up a size...or two...
blech.
someone had herself one too many mr. goodbar's this weekend.
my triple xxl robe from men's: husky and high even feels snug this morning.
HD friendly i am not.
rather, stick an apple in my mouth and fire-pit me up luau style.
i can't go on another day feeling like such a slug.
plus, i'm out of mr. goodbars.
ghoulish girl
i am a ghoulish girl.
ghastly whims {on occasion} bob about my brain;
jiffy popping rascality into my good girl elbows and knees.
these airless explosions of mischief make merry with my inner dickens,
rousing her to join team naughty with quick-fix thrills and big, bad, bold revenge plots.
{luckily i'm also a happy girl...i don't have anyone to personally aim ill will and harm-so i just go obtuse and silly}.
so far my playing time with this posse of surly pluck
lasts only for minutes.....always in my imagination, usually sitting in traffic.
happy weekend
nope. still not sick of the rain.
all you grouchy grumps can stay inside etching wrinkles with those frowned mugs and furrowed brows.
i'll be outside skipping and puddle jumping my way back into childhood silly.
see you on monday dears.
laggard
to say i'm remiss in my mad men episodes is an understatement.
the last time i watched, sally went to town on her hair with a scissors,
and then went to town on herself at a sleepover.
psychiatry ensued.
for me and sally.
i'm aware monsieur draper behaved dreadfully on sunday's season finale.
i'm not sure what wicked deed was committed, but i'm sure as hell not going to find out reading it here or here.
until i'm caught up, i'm ceasing any possible internet exposure to don's distressing act.
powering down loves.