Home Office

Today for the first time my office feels like working from my home. Key word being home as technically I have no job. Except I own a corporation, however my corporation has no paying clients at present. So, lets just say I'm in business development mode. Which is technically quite true.

My last post eluded to the fact I'm not loving Orlando. However, I recently put out a bird feeder and today I've been visited by woody woodpecker, a terrible Toronto blue jay who needs to hurry his snow bird self home, and a couple of cardinals who are welcome to nest here any time. Also, a bird I call my black swan, but I'm pretty sure is a blue heron. No bother. He's a majestic swan to me. Just a bit more friendly. Because royalty is nice to other royalty and all.

Silence, Unhearing Ears, Waking Up...

The blog I used to have has been silent for over 2 years now. Because well, I've been trying to move on. Be the sand, move, shift, change, evolve, refine, resettle.

Physically we moved to Orlando. It's nice being closer to my family but the professional scene has been a struggle. With more time on my hands, I've been feeling like I need to purge, create, say something, write. They say you are what you do. Well lately I have been nothing. With back pain and the weight of the world that I have allowed to push me down mentally and spiritually I've just stopped moving. Sitting. Waiting. Sleeping. Dreaming. Barely Existing.

In the last week I was visited by my soul sister and in our doing nothing, she showed me everything. She is one of my favorite spirits and she makes my inner self remember that there is a whole lot of worthy inside of this being. I see God's love in her. For that and for her I will always be grateful.

So tonight I decided I needed to write. It's not a lot, but it is something. It's not just an item on my to do list, an errand, a task, one more burden to bear. But my creation. My mind at work. My soul saying something out loud.


Connection Collection

All kinds of people collect all kinds of things. Some people collect sea shells from beaches. Others collect fine wines and fancy art. People. That’s what I collect. My whole life. Tall ones and short ones. Fat ones and skinny ones. Red ones and yellow ones. Rich ones and poor ones. Mostly weird ones.

They don’t all look weird, well, at least not at first. Some do. Like my friend who is so tall he has to duck to enter the room. Or my other friend who is so pale he’s almost pink. And he’s round. As wide as he is tall but when he laughs, oh goodness, when he laughs, the whole room shakes with laughter around him. The pictures dance on the walls and every piece of glass reflects his light and every throat tickles with joy. Oh I love that about him. He’s good people. But he’s a bit weird to most people ‘cause they don’t get past him being round and pink and talking so much. But he’s one of my favorite people I’ve collected. We understand. Connected. There are a lot of connections if I think about it. Which I don’t do really do much of. Thinking about the people as a massive connection collection I mean.

There is a secret to it. Some think it’s an art or science you can teach. Heck, lecturers make millions selling books about winning friends and getting people to like you. But I’m going to give it to you for free. It is just as simple liking people first. Even if they’re a little different; ask them a question. Share a smile. Not everyone is going to like you back. That’s ok. Honestly, some people aren’t right for your collection. But some people, they will see you back. And they will not be afraid to show you their weird, to connect. That’s when you really know they’re your people. When the weird in you recognizes the weird in them, and it doesn’t have to be the same weird, just the spark that makes them, well, them. Buzz, pop, snap. Connection.

Less is more.

Less is more
its been said before.
Less of the fun,
Less of the sun.
Less time to be free,
Less, of you, less me.

The world will come
to weigh you down.
Grief, strife,
Being a wife.
Becoming a mother,
Loosing your own.

One day then to wake up
Wanting nothing but less.
Less of the clutter,
Less of the mess.
Less of the others,
Less of the other mothers.

The world will change
when you rearrange.
Change, grow,
Be the you, you know.
Nothing for show
It all must go.



Downsizing has been liberating. I still love my stuff. And am always changing and acquiring. It's just who I am. BUT, in having less space, I'm more conscious of making sure the old, the worn out, the trash, the forgotten, all get out!

Working on being me. For me. And maybe I'm finally in a place where I can work on being a little less of the physical me. We shall see.

Numero Uno!

New Year, New Chapter, New Vision, New Quest, New Blog!

Yes, it is past time. Letting go of the old, and embracing the new.

Old blog out, new blog in....

This major move forward started last year after many years of plodding through my own dark night of the soul. Rehashing the past 8 years serves no purpose here, so that's where my dark night will stay. In the past.

Like the warm sands of a tropical shore, I know now that I will forever be an evolving entity. Different particles may come and go. Waves of joy will wash over me at times as will the stormier seas of life. The constant will be the ebb and flow. Starting with this line in the sand, this new forum, we will be crossing over with a fresh outlook. Ever welcoming the shifting and changing with the tides but always coming back to the place of contentment, warmth, and serenity.

I AM the sand. Always coming back to rest happily in the sun, warm waves of joy washing over me.

WELCOME to our new happy place. You are invited on the voyage. The sun's shining, birds are soaring, and the water is mighty fine.