WordPress Family Award To Hiatus –

A  new award for this blog., Lady Barefoot Baroness. And just as I was on my way out the proverbial door for a hiatus from all things blogging, I started to include writing  in this hiatus,  but I know the journal writing will be still  an everyday part of processing so this would not be so.

Just briefly before I get on with the business of accepting this award I need to share that I am taking a short vacation from writing here at WordPress. In a note from an insightful friend & mentor who responded to my sharing that I was taking some time off said this;
” I am hopeful you gain the introspective your soul is seeking,”  I repeat these words only because in a nutshell it says clearer than I can why I am taking this time off.  This is a journey that needs my full attention for a period of time.

On to the award….

The WordPress Family Award

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How cool is that?

This award is from my dear & courageous friend; Tersia whose blog ;is @  http://tersiaburger.com/  

The timing of Tersia’s award is as typical of my connection I have with her,  it is spot on. I have this happen with many of those who are part of my blogging family. Seems when I most need some insights they appear with alarming accuracy & timing.

As it has with Tersia’s award.

For this woman who gifts this award is a hero of mine. She is someone who epitomizes the words brave & courageous in my mind. She has more strength than she knows she has. Often when I am reading her blog I am reminded of  F A.A. Milne‘s epic verse from Winnie The Pooh. { Tersia if I have sent this to you before I apologize for being repetitive. This quote is so indicative of how I see you. Thank you so much for thinking of me. }

This beautiful woman Tersia has been through more than any person should in a life time. The timing of her award arriving on my doorstep this week was just the perspective I needed to help gain balance again;  for I have been falling out of my saddle of late. If I could emulate the grace of living through troubled waters like Tersia I would be ever grateful for this. I look to her and see this woman whose daughter was robbed of a long life and find a woman who finds the will to go forward. To move on is one of the most courageous commitments to living life fully I have ever been privy to.

Thank you Tersia. You touched a place in my heart long ago, now you have scribed your name their.

As for passing the award on I will again default on this: You who follow my blog  and have stuck by LBB & me through some transformations recently are my WordPress Family; and you ALL deserve this award. May I ask you to do me a favor? Please  grace your own blog with this award.

Ignite Me!

 

Greetings & Happy People!   Today’s post is something different for me. I rarely post other sites or other people’s work here at Lady Barefoot Baroness. But finding this in my inbox today has made me second guess my scruples on this. When there is fabulous information and or places to go, see, & do  I have decided some of the information warrants sharing. This is one of those times.

From a musician friend I was hooked up with this organization and grateful for such amazing information that helps me navigate my  life, and more important helps us help each other.  There are many things as artists we can do to help lend our hand to doing some good in our world. Again, this is one of those times.

Please if you would, spend a few minutes and acquaint yourself with IGNITE.ME.com.  The page I have posted is their Consciousness category, be aware that they have many different categories; so if this not your ( as my favorite  English Gentleman says); “If this  is not your cup of tea “ keep reading.

And should you feel so inclined to join, welcome aboard ~

 

A community for art and forward-thinking ideas,
Embracing openness, inclusion, and human connection

Consciousness

Happiness Strategies: The Science and Pursuit of Bliss

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A few years ago, I found myself torn up over unrequited love. Rejection was quicksand that kept my mind stuck in the past. I replayed the heartbreaking moment over and over. Why had this man robbed me of a perfect future? Why couldn’t he see how happy we would be?

     

 

Posted by on Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013 with 5 Comments

Finding Happiness in the Hemispheres of the Brain

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I enjoy all species of Burning Man theme camps, from Bacchanalian to buttoned-down. In 2005, my favorite theme camp was everything Burning Man is reputed not to be: relaxing, peaceful and nourishing. With spiritual statuary and curtains and cushions in rich hues of blue, magenta, orange and green, the place looked like an Indian meditation [...]

     

 

Posted by on Tuesday, April 9th, 2013 with 4 Comments

Lucid Dreams: Merging Fantasy and Reality

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A few years ago, I experienced my first lucid dream, a dream I was able to consciously control. It was a beautiful dream which changed the course of my life. At the time, I was dealing with intense fear in my personal life. My dream began in this place of fear.

     

 

Posted by on Friday, April 5th, 2013 with 12 Comments

Pros and Cons of Immortality

Transhuman version of Sistine Chapel

Are you afraid of dying? Most of us are, to some extent. Through the work of the world’s first immortality research center, Russian Internet mogul Dmitry Itskov is planning to make death irrelevant. Called the 2045 Initiative, Itskov wants to give investors the option of allowing their minds to live forever in robot bodies. Eventually, [...]

     

 

Posted by on Friday, March 22nd, 2013 with 15 Comments

What Our Memories Say About Us

Melting Watch by Salvador Dali

A few days ago, I got into a heated discussion with a friend. By the end of the argument, we were both saying things like, “But you said this…” and “That’s not how I remember it.” At that point, we weren’t even arguing over the original topic. We were disputing our different versions of what [...]

     

 

Posted by on Tuesday, March 19th, 2013 with 10 Comments

7 Lessons About Wisdom

Owl painting by Harvin Alert

Are you wise? If so, I want to be like you. I’m on what will surely prove to be a lifelong quest for wisdom. I have my sage moments, but emotions and a tendency towards impulsive behavior sometimes wreck wise decisions for me. That’s why I’ve set a goal to learn from every situation so [...]

     

 

Posted by on Thursday, March 7th, 2013 with 9 Comments

The Science of Consciousness: Can We Measure Emotional Energy?

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Have you ever felt moved by the energy of a crowd? Maybe you’ve felt a heaviness in the air at funerals, or you’ve experienced an electric buzz at concerts or at a sporting event. I’ve felt these things. Personally, I never choose to watch baseball on TV, but I happily go to games because I [...]

     

 

Posted by on Monday, February 4th, 2013 with 6 Comments

Cognitive Dissonance: How Our Minds Deal With Conflicting Ideas

Kontemplation by Alex Grey

I love debating open-minded people. It’s fun to exercise my old brain in this way. Sometimes, I teach. Usually, I’m the one being taught. I’d rather take a pass on debating people who decided long ago to reject all ideas beyond the ones they already hold. It’s frustrating to discuss issues with those who’ve already [...]

     

 

Posted by on Tuesday, January 29th, 2013 with 2 Comments

Optical Delusions: The Problem with “Seeing is Believing”

3D Street Art, by Kurt Wenner

I’ll never forget my first deep dive. I was in the Bay Islands, Honduras, and my scuba instructor was Morgan, the raving mad Irishman. Even though he’d never lived in the U.S., he had a giant tattoo of the Oakland Raiders on his shoulder. His teeth were filed into sharp points. “The better to eat [...]

     

 

Posted by on Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013 with 0 Comments

What’s Missing from Vampire Stories: How Immortality Would Really Change You

Vampire Dawn by Avelina de Moray

Love them or hate them, vampires are in your face. They’re all over books and the big and small screens – and they’re likely here to stay. We’re fascinated with vampires because they represent our shadow side. They’re dark and mysterious, and through them we get to explore physical immortality. By living vicariously through vampires, [...]

     

 

Posted by on Thursday, January 17th, 2013 with 4 Comments

 

 

 

 

 

Stormy Weather & Mea Culpa

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Stormy Weather ~ Stormy Days

Sharing here has started to feel natural. It seems that there has been far too much to be shared of late and maybe it should not be the case, but this is what it is. Having been missing in action of late in friends lives, missing from visiting favorite blogs,  no regular postings here at Barefoot Baroness has caused me some anxiety about what kind of friend I am. I have had some great moments during this self-imposed isolation socially. But it has become time that I open the door to my life again.

Learning from life’s lessons is not aways an easy thing to let happen. Sometimes I have been known to even fight it. I have spent a lot of time reflecting and writing about where my heart takes me. but it has been basically a solitary thing with the exception of one close friend who has been privy to it all. I have chosen to do this mostly alone with just my faith in something far more powerful than I.

For those who do not know I have a new life now in the high desert of central Oregon which is relevant to this post. Last week we had the “not too unusual” weather pattern change surprising us with a Spring Snow storm that developed into a full on White Out. The storm happening in mid April have mirrored for me the change in my own patterns.  Much like the weather patterns my present journey seems in so many ways.

I am moved by the recent phases of my life’s journey, I have found that I have completely allowed an altered sense of routine I once had to disappear. No longer do I have the same sense of a routines which I held the whole of my adult life until recently. Where it all went I have no clue, but it up and moved itself away from my awareness. I; the woman who once had time management down so pat that she raised a family of two daughters, 3 foster-daughters, a mini farm of domestic critters on 3.5 acres in the country, managing a 25,000 sq. ft. pharmacy/drug store, attending school part-time, and singing with The University Of Oregon‘s women’s chorale society… All in a day’s work.  I thought this was my success. 

I have been through a whirlwind of life lessons to be sure. Many more to come my way I realize. This past year has knocked me off my bare feet many times, and last weeks snow storm which altered my entire town created an epiphany of sorts for me. The spring day’s routines swept through my mind and were gone again just as fast as the wind gusts carrying snow & hail droplets. It seemed as if it were some November day, not a spring day. My mind traced back those months of changes.

This last weeks storm reminded me that as I have been doing some delving into the seasons of my life I have been greatly remiss in nurturing many of my friendships. actually most of them if I am honest. As part of disabusing myself of the old self chatter and old beliefs that do not serve me anymore, I began to isolate myself to be able to clear not just my mind, but my heart & my spirit as well. I needed to have the clarity to see what is genuine. And to see what has nothing to do with my quest for personal peace, and being comfortable in my own skin.  

Through this clarity I have seen how indulgent I have been to myself of late and this startled me. I am not saying I regret this, I am not sure how I would have found my way to where I am personally if not for the time I have allowed myself to heal; and to recover the woman who I had set up on a shelf for a while. It was just a lot longer of ‘a while’ than I had meant.

The one thing I do greatly regret is that would be the lack of nurturing of my friendships. 

The past weeks storm and my lack of preparedness for it, being caught off-guard by it, it all struck me how my normal routines in my personal life have changed, my patterns finding different routes much like weather patterns hovering over central Oregon last week have done. 

I had always known when a storm was coming and would prepare for it. In the event I could not get out for a few days I would stock up just as our entire community does. I actually heard by word of mouth a storm was possible. I gave it no further thought.

Kind of sounds familiar.

Now the storm has passed, its days later, the sun is shining radiantly, the day time temperature is back to its seasonably 60 degrees Fahrenheit. The weather pattern is holding in a calm & mild pattern again. Just as I am back in my saddle again.

The 2012/13 winter & spring here in the high desert has been as tenacious as I’d like to think I have been. not the snow fall expected but an enormously high number of inches of rain for this desert. I can relate to this in a very personal way, linking it to my own winter & spring expectations.

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The snow & hail storm that had visited upon us this particular Sunday & Monday was chaotic and while I had to be out driving in it I made the connection again in my mind that just like this particular weather pattern life lessons can be just as stormy. Driving through this stormy weather and in the moment of waiting at a stop light the connection to what I have spent the past 4 months doing washed over me.  I heard this connection that had been made for me in the hail hitting my windows shield.  Who or how it happens I have no real answer…only clues.

Emotionally & spiritually I have been at times in such a blinding storm of feelings they needed to be sorted out, it was as if the gusts of wind had twisted each feeling into another, completely confusing any order that could have been. 

Shelter I sought in the form of isolating myself socially. It is what I tend to do. Yet in taking care of myself I have also failed to take care of the special friendships I hold near to my heart, I have neglected blogging friendships, I have ignored family. 

My hope is that those who were caught up in the tail winds of this personal storm can find some tolerance for a selfish act on my part, albeit not my intent ever to be rude or to be hurtful. I ask that you let this be an attempt at making amends, and that you let me apologize.

 Mea Culpa.   Big Time! 

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And after the storm, when all things quiet back down, the wholesome pattern of routines begins The sun shines brightly once more. Although very different today, in many ways there is great comfort in finding home again in what I do every day.

Living in the high desert in Oregon has its perks. Even in the dead of winter. I know of no other place that can be snowing bucketfuls, yet the sun will be shining so brightly that it warms the skin despite it maybe just being 23·F outside. We have an expression here where I live: ”If you don’t like the weather here just wait 5 minutes.”  And it’s true. I would do well to remain mindful this is true of feelings too.

This is beautiful country, and if you are of the mind that all it does is rain in Oregon you have no idea what my Oregon is like.We are Sun Country. It is typically sun shining at least 300 days of the year in central Oregon and with an elevation at 3600′ above sea level. Even though summer time temps can reach the high 90′s and into triple digits as soon as the sun goes down so does the temperature  It quickly begin cooling off even the warmest of hearts.

I love living in my native Oregon. In two hours I can drive to all three of the largest cities in Oregon. Portland the largest city, Salem our state capitol, and Eugene where our University of Oregon campus lives; as does the McKenzie River which is the gateway to my Bend. I love living in a place where  am able to relate so well to my environment.

Maybe it is purely the electric energy from within this Universe ( I think it is this, and more) that creates these messages to the heart & soul. I cannot explain it, I just know it happens. 

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Below is a repost of a poem I wrote in February 2012;

I don’t write poetry. this was something of a fluke that was inside of me needing to be expressed. As I read it again today after writing the above narrative I know that this last year has been everything it has meant to be. and then some. These words I put together in prose and share again were somehow foreshadowing my life’s future.  How marvelously ironic life can be.

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“Saw the world turning in my sheets,  and once again I cannot sleep”

Losing some ground in a fight to keep a life

Fighting to stay in control of the progress made over many mountains and turning tides.

Forgetting the panic that sets me aside

forgetting the fear

 Am not in charge.

Never was.

Walking down the streets of options and second chances.

Am not in charge

Fighting the knee-jerk reactions to the enemy

Instead needing the heavenly place we look to tend our selves.

Wishing for stars to ride on through the storms.

There is no place left feeling to go. No option that will leave the enemy at the door.

Remembering the rights that are now proving to seem so wrong.

“My mind is muddy, my heart heavy , does it show?”

Feeling as if losing track of that which does not loses me, having choices taken away.

Am not in charge.

And some thing sent into fight has lost its worth, leaving in its place a hollowness that defies

still it comes back and threatens in the night.

Pain has been my enemy, said to be in the fight of my life

Not asking for a second chance at life, just let this one not be full of such strife

Screaming at the top of my voice.

“Give me reason, but don’t give me choice?

I’ll take choice,and throw reason for another season.

I’ll make the same mistakes again

pain free days, someday we will meet

“Maybe talk but we’ll not speak”

“I’m not asking for a second chance”

Not buying the promise,

Cause there is no promise that pain can keep.

“And the reflection troubles me”

Am not in charge. Never was.

“And so here I go….”

Morning Star Hear me roar!

©tjhelser  2012

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Humble Butterfly

Humble  Butterfly

Butterfly Meaning and Animal Symbolism of the Butterfly

Symbolic Butterfly

  Soul

* Grace  *  Growth *

Time

* Elegance * Expansion * Lightness * Surrender * Transition * Expression * Celebration* Resurrection *

  * Vulnerability *

All these  *attributes the humble Butterfly represents.

In the soul-searching and growing of my own journey it has taken me through, and often crossing paths with these attributes. It has been a long year;  one which I have not always been cognizant of the changes taking place that have been allowing  me to become the me I have always been meant to be.

I have during this time struggled with being the kind of friend, person, the human being I have always been proud of. I have let people down during my metamorphosis.I have been neglectful.  I have learned through the butterfly this is all part of the transition to life. In the resurrection of the authentic me I will find I have only been migrating, and that coming back home will not be difficult as it once seemed. If only I let go and surrender to Mother Nature.       

I have always found looking at Symbolism through Mother Nature’s critters & animals  is a powerful way to connect with nature and learn life lessons from her. – lessons that I have been needing & wanting  for years to an apply to my own life.

Years ago I was doing the same in consideration of my children’s lives.  At different points throughout my life I have found certain association with life’s lessons and natures wild life.  I am able to easily relate.

When my two daughters were children there often would be the associations with animals and emotions used to explain life to them.  Some would be as silly as an expression we used in my youngest daughter’s Montessori school;  which was simply the expression “Silly Coyote” ~  so naturally referring to someone being silly in the classroom. the children all could relate, they understood this.

Or it could be something with great significance to me like I am sharing here – about the butterfly.

Observing the butterfly and learning her symbolic meanings offers me an opportunity to apply her movements to my life. For example, I relate the butterfly’s stages of life to my own life-phases…growing pains, times of ravenous hunger, times of vulnerability, moments of miraculous expansion, periods of vulnerabilities.

The more I look for symbolism in nature, the more I realize we as humans have a lot in common with animals, insects, and life in the wild.  Indeed, we are intimately connected with the animal [queen] kingdom. I don’t believe we can be separated from nature and her movements, nor should we want to be.

I am fascinated that cultural myth and folklore that seem to honor the butterfly as a symbol of transformation because of her impressive process of metamorphosis. From caterpillar to cocoon, and from the cocoon the butterfly emerges with her wings soaring.

“Soaring Free” painting by Joan Marie @ fineartamerica.com

There are life lessons we can learn from her. She represents life changes and transformations necessary to navigate the metamorphoses of own lives.

She who changes from what she began as, to what she becomes, in a months time. Because this is for her a complete life span.

The Butterfly asks us to accept our growth, and our changes as casually as she does her own. She embraces the changes to her body, and to her environment.

Her unwavering acceptance  to these changes are also a symbol of Faith. The Butterfly asks us to keep the Faith as we undergo transitions in our lives, and in our world. She understands that our worrying, stressing, frustration, and even anger are useless against the turning tides of nature – she asks us to recognize the same.

I believe that tapping into a kind of animal symbolism is closely related  to tapping into our own souls;  because frankly we are inseparable from nature and her creatures.

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In fact,  I found interestingly enough that in many cultures the butterfly is associated with the soul connecting our animal symbolism of faith with the butterfly.

Let me add that in my research about the bond between the butterfly symbol and human nature  I discovered that in Greek mythology  the psyche (which literally translates to mean “soul) is represented in the form of a butterfly. I think I knew that once, but it never had the connections it holds for me today.

Today I can relate & even bond with the traits of a butterfly that so deeply resonate within myself. Within those even closest to me.

So, tell me if you will please, just where do you find yourself in your own metamorphosis?

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Black Box A Comedy ~ Episode Two

Episode 1 - "Steve Lasseter: Judgement Day" - Black Box on Blip

“Black Box”  A New Comedy Series by Erik Doyle

Episode Tow Released by producer Erik Doyle.  ( if you have not seen one simply click here> http://blip.tv/blackboxcomedy/episode-1-steve-lasseter-judgement-day-6566517

Please remember to click “like” knowing this is how Hollywood works today folks. It not only allows you to share with the producer/director  & his cast that you are liking what you are seeing. This is how the monies are made, and the actors fed.

My thoughts such as they are:  It is a good & quite amazing way to be involved in the process. I like most have been a fan of film since a young child,  still filling my creative cravings today with film noir.  I find this series Black Box hysterically funny, and when I think back to the days of “casting couches” I am fascinated by seeing the interactions today between actors. Black Box albeit a fiction I am certain there must be a reality that resonates throughout the story line in the scenes and the script.  I am only supposing here folks, don’t hold me to it.
Instead see for yourself.

Enjoy & thanks again to Mr Doyle for sharing ~

Black Box Episode Two

http://blip.tv/blackboxcomedy/episode-2-cheapened-by-the-half-dozen-6571255

Masterful Story Teller of Folk Tales.

Folk Art Tales

I have always been a big fan of anything to do with Folk Art, in any way. Be it the art, the music , or the stories handed down generation after generation. It’s an exquisite art form and one I am delighted to be aware that is not dying off any time soon,. Thanks to having the modern-day Story teller’s who are essential to keeping the art alive, the customs rich, and the generations to follow in the know.
 
Might I suggest that if you know a story-teller to please take a moment to thank them for what they bring to our community’s. And to our individual lives. Saturday nights might never have been the same.
 
My intent, my point to this post is to honor and pay respect to one great story-teller  who is doing his very best to keep the Folk Tales of his homeland alive and well.  We, his readers are the great benefactors of Gerry’s folk tales on his warm and welcoming blog; restawyle. 
 
Without further adieu; this, my homage to Folk Tales has been inspired by the very tales that Gerry from his blog restawyle researches, writes and then shares by telling us a story. This is intended to celebrate him as a Story Teller.
This post is dedicated to Gerry & his fabulous blog.
 
 
For you because you keep these tales alive.~ 
 

Three Little Pigs, Cinderella, Paul Bunyan, Pea & The Princess..

All are folk tales, stories that are told and passed down by “The folk” of the communities for generations.  Folk tales serves as a way to document as chronicles the way of f life for the common man & woman of the time. Common Folk. These tales usually reveal something about history of a certain community, or a certain geographical local.  Learning from repeated tales  we discover how people lived,  what their moral compass was, and what their customs and cultures were like.

Learning from this fascinating and entertaining gift we call Folk Tales we discover we are a part of a culture that is world -wide; as demonstrated by the fact that over 500 versions of Cinderella from Yeh Shen to Sootface of the Obibwa. have been viewed.  

Folk tales are still bridging one culture to another. We as people can be separated by race, geography, and/or socioeconomics;  but a folk tale bridges all that with common beliefs & values that allow us to see each other, in one another. And also to accept one another.
Through these Folk Tales shared we learn too that all people having similar hopes, as well as similar fears which are consistently reflected in the tales we share. 
 
We all want to conquer the wild beast who threatens all our dreams, climb the highest mountains, and maybe even save the damsel in distress if it’s a really good day.  It is our human nature to be Common Folk. 
 
All folk tales need are traditions; and someone to tell them.  Folk tales like fairy tales weave stories of magic, sensational subjects, and happenings which give
us marvelous characters and events.
All giving a glimpses of the common desires and fears of the community. Folk tales are accepted as “maybe-truths” – which should always contain one-dimensional characters . The ” Very Good “, the ” Really Bad “… and always include magical characters able to do magical things.
 However the main character is often human and is usually on a mission of heroism. The puzzlement’s answer is usually found through the magic bestowed upon the Good One and The Human. 
 
And pray tell they live happily ever after ~. 
 
 
 
 
 
 To begin reading Folk Takes about the New Ancient Forest in England I need to point no further than to this English Gentleman and his blog restawyle @ http://cobbies69.wordpress.com/2013/03/23/2475/
Don’t be shy Gerry has massed several Folk Tales so far. I have it good authority the intent is for him to do more.
And if you get a hankering to retell a tale,,, well go ahead, go for it.
That is what Folk Telling is all about now… isn’t it?
Giver_ProudWBN_forFB
23, April 2013
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The Art of Proscratination….or Doing Nothing At All..

I’m trying to practice “doing nothing at all”. And to do it well.

Are you feeling frazzled already this Spring?

Feeling overwhelmed by life?

I am going to suggest that if you are spinning your wheels – over and over -  regarding the same things every day, every week, that you step back for a moment while you ponder these words.  Just think about it.

Do you find when it is suggested to you by loved ones, friends, or even your doctor to relax, to take a deep breath you panic at the thoughtt? All that needs to be done suddenly comes flooding over you in the form of “To Do Lists”.

As just like the dozens of generations before us we are also “To Do Lists” creators. We seem to have to be always in the process of accomplishing something. To NOT have such momentum leads us immediately in to thinking something is wrong.  Thinking at the very least we are being lazy.

To find ourselves with time on our hands,  or worse yet, wandering and meandering while filling moments up with Nothing At All fills us with dreaded  anxiety.

For the state of Doing Nothing At All is on the outer edge  It’s a luxury. The impossible dream we talk about one day doing. In reality though we just cannot bring ourselves to give permission for this. It goes against everything our parents and theirs before them taught us.

That’s some of the shame I have discovered.

In the days of futures past we indeed dare not have one idle moment or we were likely to either not eat, be eaten, and  possibly die. But with today’s modern stresses just the opposite is so.  If we do not learn to slow down, to “whoa it up”  if you like, we are going to die much too early anyway. Still  we as a species fight what science has been telling us. We are too proud.

The shame I think is we do not know anymore how to play. To relax, to have time to be child like.

To know how to procrastinate with intentional purpose.

Procrastinate and to Be Proud of it

 This is another too simple concept to want to accept.

I have been working on finding ways to stay mindful that there is something more to life than I have been putting forth,  and that its my choice whether or not I live a peaceful and content life, not just an existence,

Peaceful and content,  Or not. If not my choice than whose? In a mind over matter kind of way.

I have in the course of my latest excavation of my Self been finding relics of wisdom that help me stay mindful of the big picture. For me again that is this sense of self peace and contentment.

I know I am not alone on this journey, and I am not alone is trying to discover the tools that best excavate or dig up the best resources and ideas.

I think of our days as journeys in our life, and see them much like a river’s journey. We tend to meander, and get side tracked much like a river does. We wander through much of life distracted and not mindful of the moments. We create under currents, whirl pools, and even now & then a few little streams of new adventures, We are like waterfalls, thirsting for the knowledge in the pools that reflect like mirrors that form on the surface. All so very much just like the natural course that a river takes on its journey. We don’t question the rivers meandering, we accept it a part of Mother Nature

But instead of accepting these gentle obstacles as part of the natural course of our own life, we fight it.

We punish ourselves for even having that procrastinating meandering thought. We flood our psyches with ever ancient self chatter about how doing anything that might remotely appear to be “goofing-off” is something to run from, and we absolutely feel a sense of shame if we relent and wander. But we are compelled to. Its part of our nature.

We fight this procrastinating, This “Not Doing Anything At All” is not what we brag about. It’s not what we mention when someone says, “So what have you been up to?”

And if we do actually accept & allow ourselves the natural inevitable flow of time with a meander and doing nothing at all for a moment in that time we then rush about later thinking we certainly made a big blunder of a choice. Then begins the verbal dressing down with our self. The guilt sets in.

When a river finds in front of its path an obstruction from its dalliance of journey it invariably takes a meandering, round about path to navigate the obstacle. Gently trickling by in its own time. It accepts the obstacle as an opportunity to create a new stream. In its slow wandering it takes its own sweet time. The meandering takes the river to places it had not been. maybe even creating new streams.

The river still has its work – its purpose in life then becomes the meanderings in response to the obstacles. This may have even served great purpose in that the forest floor is nourished from the under water springs the river discovered in its wandering.

Procrastinating can bring upon our own under ground springs I have discovered. Doing really “Nothing At All” can bring its own rewards.

We could be mindlessly coursing through our day and stop at an item on our To Do List such as to dust furniture. Simple mindless work that someone has to do, yet it is one of my pet peeves.

Instead of getting from point A to B and getting on with dusting I come to this same table every week where there is a basket of newspapers and magazines waiting beside it to be recycled.

It will be fine I told myself, 5 minutes tops. Like I do every time. So I began sorting and stacking the newspapers & magazines. I had music on.  But then.. I lose track of time.. I start to meander. I begin to wander.

I am like a vagabond on a journey through typed words. My kind of heaven.

My obstacle every time are these newspapers & magazines. I love to open the pages (again) and search for what I probably missed. what kind of prompts will I find today to write about, to maybe discuss?

I do it almost every time I dust that table where the basket is that they collect.

Forty-Five minutes later I am finally leafing through the last week old newspaper. I am almost done.

And then.. I kick myself for the time lost, for the idle procrastination of it all. 45 minutes out the window with nothing to show for my time. I can hear my mother now.

” Really? This is how you are using your time management skills?” I ask myself echoing what my Mom would have said.

And the self-retribution starts. Suddenly I immediately forfeit the joy of what I had been doing because I was raised to believe this is wrong, this is lazy. This is procrastinating. I am wasting time. Precious time I have been taught to not squander.

For me my meanderings may take me through an obstacle throughout my daily journey. The recycling has been an an obstacle for me for years. Something I have spun my wheels over time and again.

But change my ways? Oh No. Give up that precious meander? I had no clue this was what I was doing. I was letting Mother Nature take her course through and with me. We are just like nature in so many ways. How could we not be when like this earth which is 70% water is also the same as the bodies we live in.

I caught myself this time in the midst of my wandering through old news print. While my intent had been to dust furniture, I wander to the newspaper basket every time. Do I really expect a different outcome? Do I really want one?

This was my epiphany.

Maybe all my procrastination is not an idle waste of time. Maybe there is a message of internal peace of mind and contentment mixed up in there. I am thinking that like the river who meanders in all directions as Mother Nature nature takes her course;  maybe so it is with my meandering self as well.

Before I gather up and re-fold old newspaper pages I sit back in a typical meditative position and just think about this a moment. I begin asking myself why do I do this every time I dust this table? There has to be something in it that is feeding me. I must be getting something out it. Why else would I keep beating my head against this dusty table’s edge and keep repeating my actions?

Then I saw it!  As I sat there just staring at the mess I had created,  right smack in the middle of all that newsprint was the large bold type faced print: ” STOP PROCRASTINATING NOW!”

The Universe only knows what it was referring to because no sooner had I read this before my mind was off at the block, running wild and free with this very post topic.

What I had been doing was meandering and wandering once again through pages I had read once before; when all of a sudden this thought that procrastination and meandering were the same things came flooding over me. Its a peaceful thing this meandering.

My Wisdom Spring 2013.

Two things this experience taught me.

1. Ideas come in the strangest formats & mediums if you only have your eyes and heart open,

2.) That I can find value in procrastination. This is what feeds me every time I stopped to sort newspapers and magazine. Some meandering time. this is what I get out of it and why I continue.

Too simple isn’t it?

During the excavation of finding that Something More in my life I realize that it of course first starts within myself.

I also know that in order fr me to be of any value to others I have to value myself first. To those who may have not figured this out yet I understand. I am just seeing it myself. It has taken me a long time to see the truth in this. We work on our relationships with those we love, trying to enhance them. So why do we stop with our selves?  Why do we not work on the relationship with our self first?

We need to focus on our own hearts, our own peace, at our own pace, some of the time.

At least once a week let’s be the first person we think of when we wake in the morning. Be it the power walk you keep promising yourself, ( perhaps another opportunity knocking for some meandering?) or the juicy novel you have been saving for a rainy day. Possibly it even could be looking at your own reflection and affirming one positive attribute about yourself. an honest one that is meaningful.

Peace of mind can be an exotic endangered species like the exotic wild flower the Trillium from the forest floors. It is not something to ever take for granted. If you remove (pick) the Trillium from its forest floor it does not grow back.  as an endangered the species will die off. This is the vulnerability of a Trillium. Peacefulness & contentment are  so like our own vulnerable wild flowers.

I have discovered peace of mind & heart, as well as feeling content are choices I can make. And one of the simplest ways I can help bring this to my life is a good old fashion meander & wander.

Lest you worry about not burning any calories while meandering know that it takes as much energy to resist being productive as it does to work out at the gym for an hour. ( Honest.I believe everything I read, so should you.. ha! )

So whistle yourself a lovely tune, and put away your To Do Lists.

Take a meander of your own right. You deserve it Friends.

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A Most Inspiring (award) Moment – You Are My Hero!

Today in my reader I am gingerly responding to charming and lovely comments from my followers and those  follow. A typical Monday morning for the Baroness. Luxury comes in many forms, one of them is reading what others are feeling about what you write, while the mirrored version of this is also being gifted with being able to read their thoughts and feelings on a myriad of topics from their blogs.

And then I open a particular alert for a comment on my post titled The Spoon Theory. I was not ready to be set back in my chair, with tears springing forth so fast I could not stop them if I had tried.

The comment that I found so emotional held an award for myself. But I believe the real message has little to do with me, or an award for me. Only the woman gifting me this would not see this. She is far too humble. and so very generous.

I’d like to take this award, this gift, of the Very Inspiring Award I just received and use it differently. Instead of passing more awards on to you my readers and followers ,I would like instead introduce you to one of my most treasured heroes.

2013 from Tersia

I want to honor the person who gifted this award to me. Tersia from her beautiful heart-broken blog TersiaBurger@ http://tersiaburger.com/

I thought at first this award I was going to accept in honor of her beloved daughter Vic, who lost her long battle with life this past winter.  Although it is true this is about her beautiful baby girl who blessed with her so much,  most of all her two fine grandsons who carry her daughters torch along with Tersia.

However  this feeling of being so overwhelmingly humbled by this award has so much to do with how Tersia is surviving. Yes, she is surviving and from her blog writing its obvious that she is working really hard to allow herself the gift to grieve for her precious daughter in her own way. As is right. As is just. ( Don’t let anyone else tell you how its done Tersia)

I want to celebrate Vic;s life here indeed,  I also want to honor her mothers generous soul. I can honestly say without exaggerating that I know not another like Tersia, who is a genuine & authentic woman whose soul is one I am easily able to relate to.  Both her heart and her soul.

I had the gracious gift of meeting Tersia & her beautiful Vic this last year through her writing on her blog. Chronic pain was the initial connection but it grew so quickly into something different.  I  was stunned by her raw honesty in how the most life altering of events of our world was unfolding in front of Tersia’s eyes and she has the goodness & unselfish thoughts to share with us. I know too it was also the cathartic process that she was writing firstly for.

In all honesty there was a time during Vic’s last days I had to stop reading Tersia’s blog. I was not being supportive as I would have liked to seen myself, but again Tersia knew this is part of that life cycle. She still accepted my friendship how it came. I love her for this.  I had long since stopped clicking “like” on her posts even though I love everything she wrote. I just could not click  “like” to a post that described the fact that her adult child was breaking vertebrae in her back from such violent vomiting. I just could not even think about clicking like although I might comment. I thought as a chronic pain patient myself I knew about chronic pain… I knew nothing. I mentioned both to Tersia because though I really am no one in the scheme of her life I still could not bear the thought she would feel someone had anyone had left her side during this time. She was losing her daughter, wasn’t that already too much?

Tersia as my hero for so many reasons. The tears are filling my eyes as today before I write this I read again Tersia’s posts about Vic’s last moments with her mum.

The fact is that in my country and my culture death is still seen as something to hide away from. I am not sure what your culture is like in this respect. I want you all to know neither Tersia and more importantly Vic did not hide Vic’s dying away from anyone. This is the most unselfish act I have ever witnessed. And that my friends is the gift of a lifetime. We share so much with one another about living life, yet when the most significant time in our lives is upon us we have no clue. No one shares because it is so painful. I get it. Yet when it is shared so openly as Tersia and Vic had done it’s a gift to be treasure and one day I will rely upon this gift for guidance.

But painful as it naturally it still is Tersia shares, and she does so with no regard to the possible negatives it can have on her own life because there are people who believe this is still a very private time. And I am not saying it’s not private, only that its nothing to hide. And Tersia proudly knows this.

There was never any loss of respect and dignity for Vic in Tersia’s sharing, instead just the opposite I believe from my distant stance.  Vic’s life being celebrated while she was alive, the things people felt about Vic were being shared lovingly with her and with her family. This feels like such a treasured time I can only imagine. I wish we had known this when my mother was dying.

There are so many reasons even as merely a blogging acquaintance I realize the cost this has taken on Tersia, yet its her convicted belief this was the right thing to do. So in case any of you are wondering….Yes! Tersia had Vic’s blessings to write whatever she needed. Vic knew of her mum’s blog, often Tersia would share comments with her but maybe not  the actual posts.

Tersia is my hero. I am in awe of her and humbled by her. I am also so completely enriched by all that she has taught me about loving, living, and dying. These gifts she brings and gives unknowingly what she is doing. She takes a life altering heart-break and turns into something that by her actions is filled such goodness I am still blown away by her generous honesty today.

So today with this award let me accept in honor of Tersia’s & her Beloved Vic.

Let me share with you these two most remarkable women’s struggles with living, and with dying.

Today let this award post be about honoring this very special daughter & mother I am so blessed to have the privilege of being part of my blogging world.

Today let Tersia Burger be my hero.

{ Dearest Tersia;  Simply now…Thank you for this award. The treasured moments & people you have taught me to be aware of are held fast and tight in this baroness’s heart.   You are truly one of them.

This music is because I know there are times you just need to be alone …… maybe this music might strike a chord and bring you some sense of peacefulness, even if just for a brief moment.

Please give yourself a little of Tersia’s gifts.. you’ll never be the same. http://tersiaburger.com/

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Time To Go Inward ~ An Open Letter

My Dear Loved One;

Please forgive this open letter, I did not know how else to reach you, and although this is a selfish act on my part I do hope and pray that just my few words and the song I include speaks to your spirit that I know is still searching.

My hope is you will  understand that this which you are going through will all be worth the pain and the struggle someday when you look back. I pray that you will come out the other side someone you like enough to know you deserve to be loved in a healthy, loving, and kind way. Though I am unable to be there for you for what ever reasons, your choice, or mine, please know that I am trusting there is a great chance you will read this.

As the song will tell you; Time To Go Inward.. I am not denying the incredible hard work on your part it is going to take. If you do, although a journey, I think you are going to like the you that you are going to find there. I hope & pray you have the nerve.

Our healing, yours and mine will begin once you are well.

This song I believe will speak to your heart in ways I cannot because of who I am to you. That is why we process and assimilate through music, is it not? My tone may sound reserved, it is. I do not trust my emotion here and it certainly is not the platform for it anyway.

For tonight,  for today, let it be enough that you know I love you, that this will never change. It could not. Know that you are in my prayers and my positive thoughts continuously. You know how much faith I have in this belief.

I have just as much faith in you.

POSTSCRIPT:   (Added March 29, 2013 after speaking via phone)

To you My Loved One:   you reaching out tells me the one thing I needed to know now from you, That you are in a better place today than you have been in a very long time. Today is all that matters for now. It may be all that ever matters. You have always my unconditional love always, sometimes that means having to love from a far. But it never diminishes the love held. Thank you for doing what you are doing. This too shall pass, and things will once again shine more brilliantly for you than you ever thought would happen again. Trust me.. but more importantly trust something more powerful than either of us.
I love you.  I am so proud of you.  Your personal cheering squad~

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Sculpting With Paper

Paper Sculpting

My next coveted paper adventure  in extreme. As the video shows you. This is what I am aspiring next to do with simply paper and an Exact -o-Knife™ with a single sheet of glass underneath for my cutting surface. That’s it!

I want to venture into a new phase by taking what I do with molding, sculpting, and folding so that I can to alter paper from flat sheet to something  2D next. I believe my love of architecture plays a role in my desire to sculpt and build with paper. I have been gearing up for this by creating 2d flowers out of just paper and  a spot of adhesive.

This is a whole new concept on sculpting,

I have done some 2D work. I love to create paper flowers such as these paper roses I do. Being able to be whimsical in the color schemes that Mother Nature just does not grow herself is empowering. I decide.

I have lately been working on creating a hydrangea and a daffodil (narcissus) but have nothing that qualifies for a photo shoot just yet.

My ambition to do paper sculpture is a progression of what I do, I like how life works that way adding new lessons when we are open to them. The flowers, mini-fans, mini-handbags, mini canvases that I am able to spatially see is what I will need for creating the different effects I want. I am fascinated by the nature of the pulp fibers in paper and how they interact with different paper weights and different mediums. It is baffling just how they can be manipulated.

Paper sculpting of the Floral Kind

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bluepaper rose1

While on the subject of what the lowly, but ever so lovely sheet of paper can do  I’ll share some Spring Vibes with the  Easter cards I created for the little egg hunters in my life. I believe the kids will enjoy the cards, and the adults will simply smile.

Enjoy ~

easter crack up

easter dino

easter wish

easter bunny w ballon

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