Cowgirl Up

Sometimes despite how you hurt you just need to pull up your chaps, strap on your gun, and get back in the saddle.
You never know when that horse can turn into a unicorn.

Gray vs Grey

Looking at the steadily winter sky growing with the threat of freezing temperature and rain I realize it is a forboding grey sky.
Totally unlike the warm almost snuggly soft gray.

I don’t know about you but….

I love living in my world.

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Went to the dollar store and saw this. Just had to buy it.

Found some turquoise in my yard.  
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Hiding Rainbows

I know there is a rainbow hiding some place.

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A Jackalope

A jackalope crossed the road right in front of my truck making me break hard so I did get a close look at him. He was young and it is early spring so he didn’t have antlers yet but I swear there were little nubs on his head.

I don’t know what you believe, I hardly know what I believe, which can always change, but I do believe my white rose petals were kissed by the fairies or how else could they have gotten pink smudges overnight? I do believe kindness and honesty frightens most people and they distrust goodness but that doesn’t stop me. In the words of a famous “man”. “I yams what I yams.” Popeye the Sailor man. I can not say what you see is what you get, as I have no idea what you see through your blinders built from your life experiences. We all wear our own filters, none more right nor wrong than the others.

I know I was born and lived in a time of change, on the cusp, where being a single mom was hardly acceptable and I could not get insurance without a legitimate job. So instead of living my life as the artist I am and so strongly was, I conformed to society and became a teacher. Had I been true to self things would have been different. I see all these start ups and cheer. Go for it! Follow your heart and don’t be swayed.

I believe I have the sweetest UPS man deliver my packages. He will let me ride in the rumble seat even if it is only down the driveway ( 1/4 mile). His birthday is on the 6th and I told him I would bake him a cake but who knows what route he will take.

I more than believe but know the magnificent red cardinal in my yard observes me. I will look up and find him watching me with a knowing in his eyes. I would buy more bird seed but the fat quail eat it all and chase away the smaller birds. Quail do not know how to share.

The family of crows here are so huge they would be called ravens in Alaska but being fat doesn’t make you change species.

It is now 7AM and the temperature has gone up to 56 So with 3 shirts on I should be able to carry lumber, glue and screw/nail without frostbite. At least that is what I believe………….. but we shall see.

When did you stop believing in magic?

Feeling very stressed and listening to all the nay Sayers in my head for the past two weeks I went to the library and got a romance novel. I figured it would take my mind off reality. So of course the handsome strong hero has come to Maine from past time in Atlantis. The heroine who is beautiful and does not know it keeps needing his rescuing. No reality. No deep thought.

But of course the universe works in mysterious ways. The hero frustrated is at a crossroad wondering if he should give up and walk away or play one more attack. At this point a friend also from the past and Atlantis asks him a very pointed question,”When did you stop believing in magic?”

Wow! Could that be the whole reason I checked out this book. My head reverberates with the dawn of enlightenment. That is the question. When did I, me, me who always believes in magic, even to get a parking space. when did I stop believing in magic. Sadly I acknowledge it has been a long long time. Months, for months something has eaten away at and has deteriorated my uncompromising faith. Where is my belief? And how to regain it?

When did I stop believing in magic. Something I accepted without question. Something I knew would always be there. I can now feel the deep void. The empty space is like a stomach so hungry the grow echoes deep inside.

I have decided that I must create a physical awareness to reinforce the belief. Sparkles.  That is a start. I fill my pockets with sparkles and let them escape. Nothing reinforces belief like sparkly bits. It is not as easy as Tinkerbell would like you to believe. I did clap my hands, a lot.

Another question: Why not? Why not? is my answer. All the worn out platitudes, nothing ventured nothing lost, positive affirmations all that goes out the window with a bit of glitter. Why not? That stays. Why not dream my dreams again, why not do what I want or be who I am, why not? For when I walk and live in the world of magic and mystery nothing goes wrong. Of course there are adventures. That is part of the magic but when I believe nothing is impossible.

I can feel the awakening, the stirring, the power. Once again I begin to believe in magic.

Let me ask you: When did you stop believing in magic? Do you walk in the world of possibilities or do you live in the magic?

Fear & belief

Does what we fear hold our focus until it becomes a belief.  That which we believe is of course a reality for us.  Our life is run by our personal belief system.  So if the underlying cause of a belief is a fear it can stop us from progressing or becoming that which in our soul we truly are. Are you running your life from fear or in actuality stopping your life or have you had the courage to face that fear, up-root the faulty belief system and go out to accomplish your bliss?