far flung fri: up up and away

we are off on an adventure...

yipee!!

xoxo ~ mrs m

merci mr c

sometimes

i wish my eyelashes were camera lenses 

snapping images of our life together each time i blinked...

last night in particular

there were many such moments....

10 million besos

~ mrs m

whatever makes me happy monday: reflection

she looked at the calendar above her desk and let out a little gulp….

”why, tomorrow I shall be 35", she breathed.”

nonplussing those closest to her with her reaction to the 

mini milestone of a birthday,

the realization in fact brought with it a pinch of apprehension, 

a dash of “where has the time gone", 

a cup of anticipation 

and some aforementioned, rainbow colored 

fuckity fuck fuck sprinkles for good measure.

she turned off the coffee pot, 

turned on the news 

and listened with amusement as she was informed that 

evidentially there are now expiration dates on a women's ability 

to dress as they please…

leggings should be retired by 45

bikinis banned by 47,

stilettos substituted for sensible heels by 51,

and long hair makes way for the boring, conservative bob by 53,

but miniskirts.......35??

she shot a rather un-lady like finger in the general direction of the tv 

and made a mental note to stock up on mini’s

sitting with her hands wrapped around a cooling cup of joe 

she lost herself in reflection. 

and so it was several minutes before she noticed 

the two wolfs lying at her feet. 

when she looked at the dark wolf 

she saw cars and houses, titles and w-2’s 

and things collected for collectings’ sake.

when her eyes rested upon the white wolf 

she caught glimpses of people and ideas, 

feelings and connection.

 she looked at the dark wolf again, 

he was much closer now 

and she felt her belly tighten with worry over time and money, 

image and accomplishment, 

conformity and definitely about things like....

babies and birthdays.  

but as he pulled closer still she noticed his coat was mangy

and his torn ears. 

 her hand fluttered to her mouth.  

"ohhhh" she mouthed.

his lackluster eyes met her own and trembled.

the white wolf paced just out of reach 

but when she looked at him she could sense laughter and peace, 

simplicity and contentment, 

attitude not age. 

he was graceful and lithe 

and so close she could almost touch him... 

but as she stretched out her hand to caress the chalk white fur 

it was only her finger tips that grazed him and just for a skin-stant.

but that was enough…

a knock at the door

brought her back to reality.

she looked up at the calendar...

tomorrow she would be 

she smiled and made a promise 
that while she would acknowledge both wolves
 she do her best to feed the good one.

with that

she leaned out the window to see who had knocked

and laughed as she saw 

 2 furry tails slowly disappear around the corner.

kisses and hugs ~ m

images found here

feed the good wolf....

an elderly cherokee native american was teaching his grandchildren about life… he said to them, “a fight is going on inside me, it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. one wolf is evil—he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, competition, superiority, and ego. the other is good—he is joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. this same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.” they thought about it for a minute, and then one child asked his grandfather, “which wolf will win, grandfather?”
the elder simply replied,
“the one you feed."

happy weekend
~m

blankity blankity blankity...... and tits

you know how monday i felt like this

.....well yesterday was more along the lines of

it never ceases to amaze me

the rapid fire way life, and ones view of it,

can change from moment to moment.

it’s like when you were in college

and you’d be out at a bar with friends

and some song would come on the radio like

"every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end”

and you’re all positive and fearless and

“yeah beginnings…. powerful, right on.”

and then in the very next second you're ordering a double

 your lower lip starts to tremble,

 your friends shoot each other that look

and suddenly you're like,

“beginnings!!!!

what the fuckity fuck fuck

am i going to do with my life?”

there are days i feel i’m moving along pretty well

feeling my zen,

flexing my patience,

living in the moment,
happy in my skin,
lovin where i'm at,

and then WHAM

something throws me for a loop,

my lower lip starts trembling
and i struggle to keep my center.

on days like that

and then i keep on smiling,
keep on breathing and know that my next
bloody fantastic day is just around the corner.

~mrs m

kings speech blurb and other images grabbed here and here

whatever makes me happy monday: yes

fear conquered...

a b+ in my finance class

ummmm i have this feelin that

off to play hookie with some pals
why??
it's a jaw dropping, crystal clear spring day
and
it's just too damn spectacular for anything else...

xoxo ~ mrs m

 yes girl found here

far flung friday: day dreamin

she turned the handle

lifted her face

and let the last few drops

rain down upon her lips.

padding softly into her room…

towel a forgotten heap upon the floor

she gravitated towards the light.

standing in a sunbeam
softly slicing its way across the room

she paused and

purred
as the gentle warmth spread all the way down

 to her perfectly painted toes.

in that instant

the pure potential of the day took her breath away....

a juicy peach

bright red lipstick

music floating down from a third story window

stolen kisses on a park bench

colored boats upon a lake, a farmers market

copper wishes tossed into fountains,

breezes

ice tea in a garden and lunch in a park,

laughter

tangerine sunsets

breathtaking sights

soft clean sheets

you.

...she slid the dress over her head,

smiled as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror….

and with her heart beating just a little bit faster

skipped quietly out the door.

no matter where you are…live deeply.

~ m


weekend jam
daily bits of beauty found here

who's knockin at your door?

this human being is a guest house. every morning a new arrival. a joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. welcome and entertain them all! even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. he may be clearing you out for some new delight.

~rumi

xoxo ~ m

inspiration from kindovermatter

crossed

my finance final is this evening

vibes...

send me your good ones

p out ~ m

evil is as evil does

i am glad we got him.

he committed a litany of atrocious acts

and without a doubt he should be held accountable

to the individuals, families, nations and to a greater power….

for pain and destruction inflicted.

but I have to wonder about a nation that rallys in the streets chanting,

“we got the motherfucker”.

i think kristen beritweiser, who lost her husband in 9/11,

explains it quite well in her

 article that ran in the huffington post.

we got him…

but as they say in business, the opportunity cost was high.

not only did we lose many additional lives in the process,

we gave up countless other humanitarian and civic efforts

by deploying already scarce funds towards the capture of one man.

last night mr c and i watched “waiting for superman”

and i couldn’t help but marvel at how much good we could have done,

how many lives we could have changed

and how much hope we could have spread

with the billions of dollars we’ve used over the last 10 years.

i understand the need to protect this great nation….

but unless we focus on good not evil, on the people inside our own borders not the ones beyond

….i can’t shake the feeling that in the not to distant future,

there might not be a whole lot of “great” to protect.

~ m

whatever makes me happy monday: designing woman

my mum is a designer.

a designer of interiors,

 and of one of society's most sacred spaces....

the home.

she manifests dreams through fabrics and pillows

encapsulates families in joyful living spaces

and like an artist

takes a blank canvas

and turns it into the spectacular

she can weave color and texture

the way a chef blends butter and cream

the result a delicious, delectable

feast for the eyes

she creates boudoirs

 that beckon. 

...sanctuaries for the soul

and

you should see what she can do 

with a loo

she is a master of her trade

and what a creative trade it is....

cuz if home is where the heart is

she has a remarkable gift of giving hearts

a lovely place to live.

xoxo ~ m

images via souled, a kick ass relator to go

with the aformentioned kick ass designer