Serendipity

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe that there is someone out there, just for you? Sometimes, without realizing it, we bump into someone and meet the most amazing person.

It happened to me recently. We were so in tuned with one another and we could feel the chemistry but it really was a foreign feeling to me.

I am not putting any expectations on this but it was pretty cool to say I had this experience.

We'll see what happens.

Climbing Mt. Happiness

It's a slow trek up that prestigious mountain. Many of us slide down and have to begin again.

Pebbles of doubt trip us up.

Rocks of obstacles tumble across our paths.

Boulders of fear block our way.

So how do we get up that mountain?

Carefully and slowly. And we have to each do it alone. No one can find that peak of happiness for you but yourself. Don't worry. We have the tools.

Steady shoes of positivity keeps us from tripping up. Keep walking.

Jackets and hats of courage help us avoid the obstacles. Protect yourself.

Our staff of love crushes the boulders that stop us. Use it as much as you need or want.

What do we get when we get to the peak? We feel that pure exhilaration of satisfaction fill us. We conquered something amazing.

A job well done... but it's not over. And you thought this was the hard part. Nope, that was the easy part. The hard part is keeping the Peak of Mt. Happiness within you.

It is a constant battle we fight within ourselves.

Some times, people can affect us even when we think we are in control.

We experience grief in our lives and some get stuck there.

Keeping the peak of happiness will be a struggle but you have to remember that moment of joy and how it felt. Doesn't that make you want to always feel that way?

When you realize that others are affecting you, honestly, you just need to take a step back and turn them off. Easy? No, but you are the most important person to you, so in order to stay happy, you have to do it for yourself.

Grief is a bit harder and it depends on the circumstance.

I will say this. Go through the grief. You need to know it in order to know true happiness. But don't stay stuck in it. There is nothing you can do to change the course of the situation so feel it however you need to, then let it go.

Your mind, body and soul will appreciate it.

Next time you slide a little bit down Mt. Happiness, remember... you are worth the happiness and more importantly, you deserve it.

Get back up and start the climb again.

Rainy Days...

Oh, how I love rainy days!

It's probably my favorite kind of weather and brings to mind so many wonderful memories from my childhood that I've brought into my adulthood.

The scent of the first drops as it hits the ground, permeates into the air and reminds you that a good washing is on its way.

Sitting by the window, watching the drops hit the glass, then slide down, tracing its path with my finger.

My sisters and I, so long ago, squishing our faces against the glass, thinking that the rain could wash our faces and seeing our breaths on the window, then writing funny things on the window.

Sitting on the couch with my daughter when she as a teen, a warm fire crackling in the fireplace, whilst sipping hot cocoa, listening to the tip tap of the rain on the roof. quietly talking about our day and enjoying the quiet moments in between. Its melodious tune soothing after a rough day at school for her, work for me and swim practice for both of us.

Getting caught in the rain with my boyfriend, standing close, feeling each other's body heat, watching the thunderstorm move towards us from under a thin canopy of a closed restaurant by the ocean. Slowly our hands entangle as we turn to kiss, feeling the rain wash over us on a muggy, warm July evening.

I love sitting by the window, glass of wine in hand, writing in my notebook or typing out a blog on my laptop while traffic on the street below moves by, glancing up from time to time, to see the windshield wipers dancing in unison on the cars passing. The rain becomes my muse. It evokes the words to flow, like water in the river.

What are you thoughts on a rainy afternoons? Do you enjoy it?

With warm thoughts of you all on this wonderful wet evening, take a moment to sit and listen quietly as the drops splish splash against the window and remember the times of wonder we all had as a child.

Namaste!

Happy Bunny Day!

Since I am on a pagan path, I don't celebrate Easter as known by the Catholic Church. But I enjoy life and making people laugh so here is to all the great people in my life.

Celebrate every day as if it is special.

Remember... some bunny loves you somewhere!

Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!

The Voice Always Gives it Away

Heard the voice and knew it well... hell, I knew it intimately for almost three years.

After a lapse in time after those years, we reconnected but it wasn't the same. What I felt for him was... not sure how to explain it. I felt like an outsider looking in. Was this the man I fell head over heels for all those years ago? No, it couldn't be.

Wait! It is but whoa, it's gone. That intense love I felt for him. Then it made me wonder, did I ever really love him or was it that "what you can't have you want"? He had charisma and charm and knew how to turn it on full throttle but he never really meant what he said. Even his mother warned me several times. "My dear, he means well. He feels that way in the moment but when the moment is gone, so is how he feels." I didn't believe her at the time.

Now I understand what she meant. I had finally grown up. And I had just turned 50. Who knew!

And we had more lapse in time of about a year and a half. Sure, we are friends on a social media site but I think we read each other's page a handful of times. Maybe commented even less. I knew subconsciously that he was there but it wasn't important to see what he was up to anymore. I saw him as he was those years ago. Stringing many women along while confessing his love for one woman for all his life.

Looking back, the irony is not lost on me. He never bothered to really know me all those years ago. He just liked my words. If you were to ask him something about me, he would not be able to answer you correctly, whereas I could probably tell you his whole life story. I was someone he could turn to when he was bored. I just never got that until there was separation and lots of time.

We reconnected again recently. Strange. It was so different.

His voice. That is what caught my attention. It was different this time. There was a spark that was never there before. A lightness that made him sound alive. I felt proud of him for finding that within himself.

I had an epiphany today while driving to work as the sun rose. In the first three years that we talked every day, he may have laughed 4 or 5 times but it always sounded forced and weak. 4 or 5 times in the three years that I was getting to know him. It was as if life was not fun for him. He was just going through the motions until death took him. You could hear it in his voice then.

While talking to him the last couple of days, he laughed as a young man does. As someone who really sees his life as meaningful. Fun. Filled with miracles. Amazing experiences. Reaching out for his dream. I mean, he really laughed from his gut and I had never heard that from him before. And he laughed often. In those couple days, he laughed more than he did the first 3 years I knew him.

It warmed my heart.

For the first time, I felt that he would be recognized as someone really special and good things will happen for him.

Some times, we just need time to start over again. If you have a foundation that is a little cracked, it can be easy to fill in those cracks with humor, positive attitudes, kind words and a little compassion. The outcome, if it continues, is a more meaningful friendship. I think it could rebuild what was starting to crumble.

To all friendships, near and far... namaste!