Balance and wellness

What does balance mean to you and how do you strive for it?

I always used to say “where there is a will, there is always a way.” If something or someone is important to us or a priority, we make time for t
hat special something and someone.  When something is not, we simply do not.  As I wholeheartedly believed this, I would go at any length to achieve this, ironically lacking balance and sacrificing my health, fitness and wellness, and ultimately, sacrificing me!  Sometimes passion sparks an obsession which can cause that ardent flame to burn out.  And I was a prime example of “burning the candle at both ends.” As I literally sit here and stare at my favorite candle, that song, “will you like my candle” comes to mind, ha! Yes, I think in song, mainly musicals and old movie musical classics. It’s fun!

As I come back to candles and ardent flames, I literally light a candle daily, whether it be a favorite candle I have in my room (vanilla), or my own personal candle, this flame keeps me thriving.

Finding Pearls

Walking on the Santa Monica pier, the ferris wheel turned,  the wooden pier was paved by the moon lit sky,  my clients asked to me, “Maggie, why are you in fitness? You’re not like the rest of the trainers out there. You have a talent.” I think she’s finished, and then she quietly adde, “…and a brain.”

“ Um…thank you?”  I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. So, I waited a moment to absorb her “compliment.”

Slightly put off, I shyly acknowledged her with a small yet demure smile and whispered “thank you.” And as I went to elaborate on my thanks, opening my mouth to speak, my client cut my off! With a piercing look in her eyes, she stated,  “why don’t you do something else? I really don’t understand why you’re wasting your talent and your time with this industry! You’re better than that” Shaking her head in disappointment and as if a lost cause, she walked away before I could respond.

“Wait!!” I thought, “Come back!”   Why are you leaving? What did I do wrong?  Was it me? Did I say and do something to aggravate her? I didn’t understand.

Running with Jewel

“In the end only kindness matters…”

This morning, I heard a tune of an oldie moldy but definitely goodie. It was a gem of a song by the artist, Jewel. I couldn’t sing you the song, but just one phrase: “in the end, only kindness matters.”

What a wonderful….

What a wonderful….

As I write the phrase above, what comes to my mind is Louis Armstrong’s song, “what a wonderful world.”

For those of you that are not familiar with that song, please listen to it, and hum or sing along as your read my little note written especially for you. You may find on your playlist, iTunes, and of course, on YouTube.

Dear Emily

Two weeks ago, my father gave me The Master Letters of Emily Dickinson. This reminded me of my passion for the creative. I sing. I speak. I act.  I dance.  I write.  I live. I like.  More importantly, I love. I love ALL of the above.  I do not believe in setting limitations.  Why settle for less when the sky is the limit?

The sky is our limit? What and why, is it then, the sky?

Thus, I ask you: why settle for less, when the mind is the limit and not at all the sky?

 

We create our own realities and our limitations; we control and birth entire rays of infinite possibilities, our minds’  beautiful and endless creations. Therefore and thus, there are no limitations…only our thoughts and own minds’ creations.

 

 

So, I then write:

 

Dear Emily,

You have inspired me. What? To write. Write what and to whom? That is a question that I find is still in bloom.

You once wrote,

The brain is wider than the sky,

For put them side by side,

The one the other will include

With ease, and now you beside

 

Oh the idea of the mind being wider than the sky, a true philosophy that  can be questioned, for what and why?  This is more a way of life, which need be applied.

Sowed in our minds, and forever planted in our hearts,  your words sprout infinite pedals of possibilities, seeded with clarity and stemming from what can be dubbed as simplicity.

Perhaps today, dear Emily, this blossom of hope, idea of endless possibility scented with simplicity is seen as an overwhelming concept and a true rarity?

My dear, dear Emily, I thank you for replanting the seeds of hope that will sprout endless possibilities.  May it be made into an abundance of ambrosia, so that I can drink in the sweet nectar, oozing of dreams and desires, filled with lingering scents of a fresh batch of reality.  As I pour  your words into my mouth, they wet my palate, quenching my thirst and curiosity. No longer ideas, now manifesting these hopes, dreams and desires, they sprout into lush blooms of possibility with a positive perspective and ever so infinite entities, larger than the limit the sky and mind can conceive. You and your words have reminded me that hope and my thoughts can be turned into realities.

Thank you, Emily.

 

Gratefully germinating,

Maggie

 

 

P.S.

 

Plant. Nourish. Grow. Sow. Reap. &  Repeat.

Your seeds, now budding blossoms, once started as ideas, have successfully become beautiful bouquets filled with realities.

 

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Thank you for this precious gift and beautiful reminder, Daddy.

 

I Love You.