As a tween, an almost adolescent, I didn’t really understand what sexy was. All I knew was that Elvis Presley made me feel differently. For some reason, I wanted to kiss him and my eyes were glued to his body when he performed. Once I fully understood what sexy was, Elvis was gone, never to return. Left to seek out other sexy avenues I stumbled upon, David Cassidy, John Travolta, Tony Defranco, Davy Jones, and the super cute guy down my street.
Last week I was given a fabulous opportunity to take Noonie to Ogunquit, Maine. She has been visiting OGT for 62 years. Noonie prides herself with telling people she was pregnant with me on the beach. Which makes me not quite 60 yet, but I’ve been to OGT for over 60 years. Go figure.
The next time you see a beautiful sky, a sunset, or live through a perfect day, thank the world. Appreciate all you have been given.
Take this happiness and give it to something or someone else. Spread the joy and give it back too.
The balance you create will create true inner peace within you.
Gladys Presley gave her son Elvis a guitar at a very young age. He was born with music in his blood. At first his famous dance moves were not purposely part of his stage act. The music he was creating made his body move in those very interesting ways. Actually, he found it hard to control his body when he was performing. The music controlled him. Without a doubt, he had it! Naturally given talent!
It’s my season… I love winter.
Often I’m asked, “Why do you love winter? What is it about winter that you like? Explain it to me because I have no idea why anyone would like winter.”
Perhaps my explanation will give you a perspective of winter you might have never thought about.
Just as the summer plants and flowers need a break to rest during the winter, we also need a break from always being in our best form.
This is one of the reasons I love November.
It’s the catch up on life – Month!
I guess in life there needs to be moderation and a balance. This is the best month to find that balance.
Active listening is the best way to learn anything. Get involved by listening and viewing people. Really invest in listening well. Listen to Learn.
Blah, Blah, BLAH! All I hear is, I want, I want, I WANT! I understand that everything is out of sorts. It’s a crazy time in the world. We are talking about THE WORLD. This is not just affecting sweet little you; it’s everyone who lives on this planet. And…
If you manage to find a way off of it, LET US ALL KNOW!
Over many years, nature lessons have been passed down to me. The angle of the sun, the birds, animal behavior, trees and plant changes are much better predictors of seasons than the calendar.
The calendar states that on Saturday, March 20th, 2021 spring will begin. That is the official date. However, spring has already begun for me on February 4th, 2021. The birds told me so. I also went to check the buds on my Magnolia tree. The buds are swelling, another indicator spring has arrived. Next confirmation, no matter how cold it is outside, the sun is melting snow on my roof – done! Spring has sprung!
As I was walking down my drive way I noticed an unusual pattern in the snow. Although, the design was created by tire tracks, it astounded me. Two hearts were side by side facing me.
I felt this design was a message. Someone sent me a divine message of love. I am a true believer that love is love. It doesn’t matter who or what shares it, it’s genuine and beautiful. I love to be loved and I love to share love. Today, someone sent me LOVE!
I am a cross country skiing lover! Seriously, it’s my most favourite winter sport. I have been doing it since my early 20’s. The sport has everything I need, cardio exercise, arm, leg and abs workouts, fresh air, and gliding speed. It’s also very inexpensive and requires little advance planning. Sort of all the same reasons I like running too.
The only major problem with this activity is the length of season. Cross country skiing requires natural snow. Unlike downhill skiing, where artificial snow can be made to lengthen the ski season, natural snow is needed for cross country skiing.
Suddenly, my running buddy stopped running, so I stopped too. That’s when these words were spoken to me, “Are we going to spend the next hour listening to you talk about the past? All that didn’t happen? All that stuff you can’t change? All those couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’ts? If that’s the case you’re own your own!”
I said, “For real?”
“YA! FOR REAL!” was yelled at me.
Then it got really…
A very long time ago I made a bold decision to reduce some of the high expectations “I” had created in my life. Not all, just some to ease the stress. Some of the nonsense stuff that’s useless and irritating. This idea started when someone asked me how to spell my name. My given name is Suzanne. I have been called, Suzanne, Suzie, Sue, Suz, Susan, Susanna, Suzette, Suzannie, Susonna, Su, and even Steve. The list is very long.
I think of rain as drops of hope, the medicine for rebirth, the replenishing liquid of life, the means to grow, and the nectar of living.
It’s just not raining outside, the world is slowly re-creating. And just like that… one day the leaves appear!
There is so much to see in the garden at any time of year. Actually, there is so much to see in anything, if you really take the time to look. When I finally get down to spending a few hours in the garden, I take a break from life as a human. I try to think of myself as a creature from the land. I disconnect my phone and my attachment to any technology. I escape into the micro damp soil.
All I know is this is happening to me and, once again, I feel like the 11 year old girl not understanding these changes. That’s right; I’m constantly changing in the strangest of ways. I think I’m going back to having a pre-puberty boy’s body.