Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

crows, crowns and pointy hats

Sure to draw a chuckle from my friend and graphic designer was my emphatic promise upon delivering illustrations, “I promise! None of them will have crowns on their heads.”
This, of course, was a sweet little industry joke we shared about the proliferation of crowns, various pointy hats and not-to-be-overlooked-wings on nearly every trendy illustration in the marketplace.
And now, I come to the crowning all heads party late. Unhappy with a piece I was working on I muttered to myself, sounding every bit like an old curmudgeon, “I might as well put a jester’s cap on that head.” The head of reference was mine – at barely three, on my tricycle. (The tricycle that expanded my experience of the world by three square blocks – a rather hefty piece of real estate for almost three).
On goes the jester’s cap. Next thing you know I’m putting a crown on a bee. Well, THAT makes sense, doesn’t it? Queen Bee and all. But then, the real trouble began. It was the crown on the crow that made sense of it all. There are so many crowns, pointy hats (and for that matter, wings) on things because it’s downright fun. Go ahead. You skeptics out there – go ahead. Try putting a crown on something. I venture it will not be your last.

Be prepared for the unexpected at library book sales.

All my friend, Shelley had to do was ask, “What’s your favorite read?” That did me in. I didn’t mean to take the turn to the Library. I didn’t know today was the library’s book sale. Succulent, luscious, seducing books calling to me, “Just a quarter. Isn’t there room on your recently cleared, EMPTY shelves for me at just a quarter?” Mesmerized, I was drawn in to the door. The book pheromones began uninvited transmission.
He was pleasant enough – at first I thought his tastes just ran along the same lines as mine. Until I turned around and caught him in the act – sniffing the back of my neck. Some might say he was attracted to the smell of the pain patch there to assuage the many bins of art supplies and books I’ve been hefting in my studio move. But his red face told a different story. He was drawn to the scent of a book loving woman. I held up Mary Gordon’s memoir, CIRCLING MY MOTHER, with my left hand. Where those shiny double bands should say to him, “Stop sniffing my book-loving neck, all my books are spoken for by the man at home.” But no, he followed me to the naturalist’s area where I seized upon Hummingbirds: My Winter Guests, a gift intended for my dying friend in Nevada, who loves hummingbirds. I slipped away and he caught up with me at Vivian Swift’s WHEN WANDERERS CEASE TO ROAM – A Traveler’s Journal of Staying Put. Really? Really? Side step to side step this is how it’s going to be?
I had to call it a day at Julia Cameron’s THE ARTIST’S WAY AT WORK – Riding The Dragon. He took note of the promise of Twelve Weeks to Creative Freedom and looked like he might invite himself along for the journey. “No dragon riding for you, buster. I’m checking out of this book sale and saving my book pheromones for the man at home who loves that I read.”
It was Julie Andrews’ COLLECTION OF POEMS, SONGS AND LULLABILES that snuffed out the pheromones and lost him to my trail. Who can explain the what of that? Was it my disappointment that the “exclusive CD with poems read aloud by Julie” herself was missing? Maybe it was the lullabies that threw him off. Never mind. I left him behind, in the Political Science section, soaring with the words of Victor Hugo in my Own Voice:
Be like the bird, who
Resting in his flight
On a twig too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings
Knowing he has wings.

library book sale

In the Midst of Libyan Unrest, Dancing with the Stars and

someone, again, suing Oprah for something…the news goes on. The days unfold. There is trouble in the world. Hey. There’s trouble in my world. Chatter. Noise. Conflict. Opportunities and fast paced moments fly so fast we miss catching them. Someone said to me, “You are always so calm. You must be wise.” I smile. And then I can’t help it. I laugh. I consider saying, “You are mistaking being stunned for calm.” But I know that’s not true. Not quite.

But here’s the truth as close as I can get to it today. I am often calm. I am not always calm. I experience frustration, uncertainty. Creative conundrums. Irrational exchanges. My life is not “easy” but it is perfect…for me. It’s MY life. I choose it every day. And within it, I rarely do things I do not want to do. That’s the grace of my life. So I am not watching Dancing With The Stars, but I do dance. Daily. I keep my pulse on the unrest in the world and I serve by sending letters and care packages to 23 deployed soldiers. I don’t know the specifics of this current lawsuit against the inimitable Oprah Winfrey…but I am grateful that she has a team of folks around her who watch her back. And help keep her on a certain track. Because her track CERTAINLY helps and brings a peculiar ease to large portions of the world. If for no other reason than the woman screams her message daily, “READ A BOOK.” So…the world knocks. And I answer in the ways that I am able. The “answers” seem small: but they make a big difference in the way my blood pressure manages and how my heart beats.

To those who know that my serenity comes because of and in spite of the challenges in my life: thank you. And to those who think my peace is because I am naturally calm or that my life is easy…this is for you:

A poem of Apparent Contradiction
Ha. Is there some cosmic editor considering the lines of my life asking in red, inked loudly in the margin, “Mixed metaphor?”
I like to say I am an apparent contradiction. That implies that actually, beneath the appearance – I am not.
Yet I am.
Contradictory – Mary, Mary quite contrary, doomed to let your garden grow with hell’s bells and see-saw knells and unstrung possibilities like scattered pearls…but in a row.
The girl who never owned a television hasn’t read a book in weeks and yet can recite her favorite parts of NCIS re-runs. Order and integrity in cadence with years of disorganized papers piled in organized bins – avoiding the harmless effects of wind.
A swung open heart and resistance to neighbors come ‘a knocking without an advance call. In a bowl of tolerance mixed with impatience, affection sits side by side with hungry impotence and listen as boundless creativity knocks on the door of an emptied room.
There’s no apparent to it: The contradictions make the Who of Me and the How of My. Life.

Masaru Emoto’s prayer for the Fukushima Nuclear Plant,

Dr. Masaru Emoto is calling for a Water Ceremony for Japan ( which is really for the whole world)– this Thursday. See below.

Day and Time:
March 31st, 2011 (Thursday)
12:00 noon in each time zone

Please say the following phrase:
“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant,
we are sorry to make you suffer.
Please forgive us. We thank you, and we love you.”

Please say it aloud or in your mind. Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.

The full letter from Dr Masaru Emoto…

To All People Around the World,

Please send your prayers of love and gratitude to water at the nuclear plants in Fukushima, Japan!

By the massive earthquakes of Magnitude 9 and surreal massive tsunamis, more than 10,000 people are still missing…even now… It has been 16 days already since the disaster happened. What makes it worse
is that water at the reactors of Fukushima Nuclear Plants started to leak, and it’s contaminating the ocean, air and water molecule of surrounding areas.

Human wisdom has not been able to do much to solve the problem, but we are only trying to cool down the anger of radioactive materials in the reactors by discharging water to them.

Is there really nothing else to do?

I think there is. During over twenty year research of hado measuring and water crystal photographic technology, I have been witnessing that water can turn positive when it receives pure vibration of human prayer no matter how far away it is.

Energy formula of Albert Einstein, E=MC2 really means that Energy = number of people and the square of people’s consciousness.

Now is the time to understand the true meaning. Let us all join the prayer ceremony as fellow citizens of the planet earth. I would like to ask all people, not just in Japan, but all around the world to please help us to find a way out the crisis of this planet!!

The prayer procedure is as follows.

Day and Time:
March 31st, 2011 (Thursday)
12:00 noon in each time zone

Please say the following phrase:
“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant,
we are sorry to make you suffer.
Please forgive us. We thank you, and we love you.”

Please say it aloud or in your mind. Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.

Thank you very much from my heart.

With love and gratitude,
Masaru Emoto
Messenger of Water

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