A Tchaikovsky Feel of Life

I woke  up to a very ordinary morning sustained by plain wheat bread and green tea. None of the wee’ spring tizzy’ waltzy feel of being HERE (must click to get what I mean, go on! haha! ).
Lately, I’ve been concentrating on how I FEEL… shucks what could be more boring, seriously?!? 
Dramatic monologue of ails –> READ if thou’ wants! 
It’s been a months passionate connection to facial prickly sensations, throat itchies, eye blotches and dull head feels!
img_20160113_104138My allergy is more than in love with me, coily and clingy and ugh, so needy! In fairness, I haven’t seriously taken anything for it. I know, if this persists, a trip to the docs ought to take place. Oh, I hope, NOT, as I hate the bother. If I’m going to be “old school” I’d say a week of serious gardening under the hot summer morning sun would do me a wealth of good.
As it katherinekleinsunflowersis, I’m going to notice every sensation and circumstance that is OK today, like right now. If I go back to a couple of months ago, so many things have been great – my venture to yoga and Zumba, the family trip particularly – and ooooooh’ yeah, the impromptu and utterly memorable Valentine buffet hehe!
Right now tho,  I truly want to take note of the little details that weave the finer thread of days; things in life that I used to notice and even made a moving collage of  #fun (see above).

 

Today’s Thankful List:
  1. My trusty house cleaner. She’s a treasure!
  2. My new dainty tea cups! Several pretties added to my collection!
  3. The blue sky weather! Perfect summer, not drying hot, in fact, we’re having a breeze today – so’ grand!
  4. Quiet serene spaces in my community where I can read un-bothered!
  5. My  new antique style vintage type white stock pot bought from Gourdo’s! Very chic!
  6. My new party food warmer – from “Gourdo’s” as well! Surprise! Surprise! Not expensive at all!
  7. My new Anita Shreve book was fabulous!  Gave it 5 swanky stars at Goodreads!
I’m pretty sure there’s more I can number, but life’s must do’s are reeling me in. To go, I should, must put stuff in order, sort things out, a trip to the bookstore most likely, then a lovely pre-dinner coffee at some coffee shop.Life.

 

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Arts ღೋ Letters ღೋ Vignettes

february2015collage“First, he says, you have to go out into the world. This is not a simple matter of going outside one’s door. No, that is simply going out. That’s what one does when one is on the

Mary Oliver~ Every morning  the world  is created.  Under the orange sticks of the sun  the heaped  ashes of the night  turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches—  and the ponds appear  like black cloth  on which are painted islands

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches—
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

way to the store to buy a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of wine. When one goes out into the world, one is shedding preconceptions of past paths and ideas of past paths, and trying to move freely through an unsubstantiated and new geography.” ~ Jesse Ball, The Way Through Doors IMG_2991

This blog is where I go my early mornings.  With my tea beside me or coffee if preferred, perhaps this little space will be – my ‘unsubstantiated and new geography’.There are no font options, and I have only now determined, how I managed a sexier font in previous posts. Tsk, one cannot manipulate size either (many complaints noh?). As for the strike, heavens, is there a need for that?  O’ patience, remember to click on paragraph 6.

 To toss myself into the glowing embers of letters! Not fire -> embers. No reason to be consumed. There are reasons for other things; never for consumption. Why would one purpose to be depleted? Listen, the trick to everything – in – life – is temperance. An excess of anything is bound for boring. Literature and arts, I fancied them in youth, less than my current devotion.
It must be life smiling, inviting me to have fun, enjoy deeper, read longer, live in the worlds where I find myself, liberated from what I merely see and sense physical before me. Jesse Ball, American poet and novelist tutted about moving freely into new and unsubstantiated territory. Letters be  for me – the  terrain of my whole being; I mean to be my own  intrepid guide.
Don’t you ever feel that shadow notion, that a fraction of you is wiser than the sum of you? Speaking of wise, Anais Nin is  plucky for her time.  There is no ‘real’ meaning, only the meaning one gives, she says.  Here is the entire quote  lifted from the Anain site:
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Which empowers me to redefine  ‘the because’  of everything in my wallet of consciousness – to summon what possible feels like, because often I get weary of my vignettes, these nuggets of personal historical narratives, like bird pellets I fling out into an un- heeding void.
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IMG_3018In a short while I will be huddled in privacy. Head bent  pulling down inspiration from pens and walls and gaps, making magic, writing energy  and in pure rose scented  essence, shedding preconceptions and  past paths. I believe that writing in paper is power.  I write my life before it happens. ღೋ  Create: Every day design something! No excuses! Why? Happiness is at stake. ღ A poem a week: Write it. Express it. Give it away. ღ My Garden: Make it fantasy- like. A corner Monet. A dot of Giverny. ღ My sacred rituals. A prayer for everyone. Candles. Incense. The Lady The Christ The Saints The Angels. ღ My body – strength, motion and nourishment. ღ
My artsy’  fancy journals, paintings and flower cards! Have I forgotten, this is ME – My Creative Living! ღೋ There is so much pretty I want to do – a life of living theater.
A life, which isn’t simply one of going out – the – door, but one of moving out into – the  – World!
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“Garden Restaurant” – Mixed media by Roselle Quin

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When I Greet The Morning

Morning Mary Oliver Salt shining behind its glass cylinder. Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum. The cat stretching her black body from the pillow. The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture. Then laps the bowl clean. Then wants to go out into the world where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn, then sits, perfectly still, in the grass. I watch her a little while, thinking: what more could I do with wild words? I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her. I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.

Morning ~ by: Mary Oliver

Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.
Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.

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When I wake up in the morning I prostrate to the sunrise and extend my arms in adoration. Being older and wiser and much more in kin with mortality, my 46 years of well-being gesticulates my  reverence towards the sky. I sing the respects and praise the handiwork of Divinity, humbly donating the treasures of un·cer·tain·ty for what the day could hold or give or take from me. I am human, bent at the mercy of time and its elements, this is my weary assumption before my stretching prayers touches the ether. 
I close my eyes and feel the earth squish under my feet. Sometimes it is damp and my mind wanders to wonder at the slugs and frogs likely looking upon me. What sight I probably make! Then I smell the mingled scent of blessings!  It assaults my nose; first the damp dew, then the waking grass, then the willowing weeds, then the amorous petals of Dahlia’s or Dama de Noches flirting their fragrant pheromones in the dark of dawn.
Black and beguiling, the sky, amused, looks down at all this, and obliging in humor, plucks a pearl from its million swirls and hurls it across the universe. The stars graze their flicker selves across, blazes in a hurtle and plunges down in a long drawn fading sparkle. Perhaps an errant guilt – riddled teen creeping back home would look up and make of it a strange unidentified phenomenon.  The Universe has a sense of humor. At 4 am in the company of no one, I have joined it. People slumber through the dawn, while nature is at play.

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I know why Mary Oliver writes about her entertaining mornings. I have so much of mine too. 

Bodhicitta Lady ~ Mindful Realizations to a Path of Bliss

To be in bliss is to live sane, and to be joyful is to ascend as a supreme being walking in the divine ground of existence

To be in bliss is to live sane, and to be joyful is to ascend as a supreme being walking in the divine ground of existence

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Bodhicitta is pineapple for the soul, spiritual saccharine that oxidizes our inner being with scentsy wisdom pulps…                                                                 ═════════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ═══════

WordPress, my deeear, I am trying my b-e-s-t to get along with you. Oh, I will, you can be sure of that!! You and I, we shall find common ground and be comfy with our quirks and habits. We shall get to know each other, as new friends do, sheepish and gawky and slightly reluctant at first, then slowly engaging and liking,  until soon enough – trusting.
I live and thrive and am’ my own me  in Roselle Quin  blogger land for almost 10 years! Yes, 10 years of writing, silently, quietly, solitary it may seem, but priced with a number of long time loving friends for company. I am set in my ways out  there in my ROSELLE QUIN cyber home — but my muse, she is insistent and I am endearingly enticed to try new thrills and pulled in to even more colorful concepts + creative endeavors. My cerebral is syrupy drippy with the idea of bliss. I will spread my wings and expand. Welcome me here where I am! 
We need to transform our mind, to rid it of ignorance, hatred and attachment. Transforming our mind means that even if we are in a very difficult situation or place, as long as our mind is happy, everything will be fine.~ Namdrol Rinpoche

We need to transform our mind, to rid it of ignorance, hatred and attachment. Transforming our mind means that even if we are in a very difficult situation or place, as long as our mind is happy, everything will be fine.~ Namdrol Rinpoche                                ═════════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ═══════

Waking up this morning I was suffused with the idea of Dharma. This beautiful inspiring meditative way of living has given my inner being a wonderful settlement. I expounded on the graciousness of this path in writing my current blogpost –> “BODHICITTA LADY ~REALIZATIONS TO A PATH OF BLISS”

Here are a few of my favorite inspired quotes lifted from that post:

So injected I am with this crystalline intention, that a seizure of illumination zipped through my spinal consciousness - A life of Dharma - spiritual purposefulness for the whole of the Sangha - the community.

So injected I am with this crystalline intention, that a seizure of illumination zipped through my spinal consciousness – A life of Dharma – spiritual purposefulness for the whole of the Sangha – the community.

1. Bodhicitta, mindful & ripe with the juiciness of awakened existence, is a semantic energy I hooked from a Buddhist book my husband recently gifted me. The concept of going through life’s motions in meditated movements dedicated to the conscience of lifting every act holy for the good of “one, some and all” is very precise in its Christian notion of renunciation… of “doing unto others” and offering unto God all the dutiful, mundane tasks that at times even inwardly cause suffering.

2. All actions, however simple, however ordinary, however piddling becomes a stepping stone to N-I-R-V-A-N-A if consummated through  gratitude and generosity. The whole of man’s existence becomes suffused with majesty & regal with meaning — the meaning one endows by the charity one  devotes to all sentient beings.

3. For what is heaven, but the state of being free, truly free from ignorance and loathing! Hate is vulgarity of living, while Heaven is to exist in uncomplicated rapture – easy joy – metta.  “For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy,”  Romans 14:17 ~  

4. Our destiny is not far yonder a mythical physical material hope in an afterlife of moneyed riches, but the attainment of a present  imperturbable stillness of mind after the hell fires of intemperate desire, aversion, delusion have been extinguished.

I have much to work on to be what I want but inspiration has spoken.

I have much to work on to be what I want but inspiration has spoken.

We are our own wisdom when we ask from the Divine. And sometimes when I am at the throes of being disillusioned or jaded or plain weary, peaceful paths to centering present themselves in unexpected ways. Bodhicitta, a mindful way of being has been an inspiration. Perhaps, you might be inspired as well. To read the whole article with all its accompanying pictures, please click –>

BODHICITTA LADY~ MINDFUL REALIZATIONS TO A PATH OF BLISS

Feathering The Nest

 Now here’s a glimpse of my flower homey – my nest,  the sacred space where all the mother feather(ing) action happens. It has a hue of its own, an obliging energy that takes the mood of the moment (always) to give off converted vibes of comfort – much like trees do’ – sucking environment and processing  to exhale oxygen. 

My hearth pulses alive and encompassing in kindness. Old walls absorb our daily frantic rush, our loopy gaggling’ guffaws, our ever pedantic sermons, our complications, our prayerful vocations, our whispered adorations and, yes, my feral shrieks when I kinda’ go ballistic, hehe!

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Secret Lives: Gleaning Tips from Our Imaginary Selves

Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that’s where you renew your springs that never dry up.  ~ Pearl Buck

What are you going to be when you grow up? Today, let’s think about paths not yet taken – the paths of our secret imaginary selves.

Each of us leads many lives  vicariously  and often simultaneously. By acknowledging our secret lives and tapping into the wisdom of our imaginary alter egos, we can glean tips to help us develop our own personal sense of style. So first divine, who you’d be if not you?

If you had ten other lives to live, what would you be doing? —

Now, write down your secret selves.  How do they live? How do they dress? 

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This is me taken 2 or 3 years ago. I luv’d that buri hat to tatters, haha! Click on the pic and you’ll be whooshed’ back to my journal page.

What can you do to bring some of the magic of your imaginary lives into your everyday existence?

Brainstorm with your authentic self. For example, I absolutely adore the colorful style of today’s country and western women singers. I’m drawn to their exuberant extravagance even though my natural inclination as a communicator is more understated. How to reconcile fantasy with reality and bring more pizzaz into my life? Maybe it’s as simple as realizing that I’d really love to wear beautiful red leather cowboy boots. Because this is a recurring fantasy, I’m now saving and searching. When I find them ( on sale naturally), I’m going to pair them with a power suit.

Look within today and have fun. Maybe red cowboy boots aren’t for you,  but one of your secret selves might reveal a passionate wish. Your secret imaginary lives are full of surprises. Be open to gleaning their secrets of personal style.

~ Sarah Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance

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The Birth of A Thought – ( Vibrational Harmony)

As you perceive something, you give birth to a thought, and this thought now thinks. Now that it exists, now that it has been conjured, now that it has been focused,now it vibrates. Now, by Law of Attraction, other thoughts that are vibrationally same will come to it. So it begins its expansion immediately. — AbrahamImageIt’s not your work to make anything happen. It’s your work to dream it and let it happen. Law of Attraction will make it happen. In your joy, you create something, and then you maintain your vibrational harmony with it, and the Universe must find a way to bring it about. That’s the promise of Law of Attraction.

 Use whatever excuse you can to vibrate in harmony with those things you’ve been saying you want. And when you do, those things that are a vibrational equivalent flow into your experience in abundance. Not because you deserve it, not because you’ve earned it, but because it’s the natural consequence of the Law of Attraction. That which is like unto itself is drawn. — Abraham