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.

Breath of life

Breathing.

 A magical experience.

 

 Breath is the gift of life and a constant gift, given every single moment we are alive. It is the only constant we experience throughout out life time; as we may not always be aware of the breath, it is always there the constant silent reminder of our being, our body, our mind, our higher true uninhibited self. Our breath is a silent reminder of this gift and an audible reminder of our health.  

 

Often times, we can make our unconscious breath conscious by bringing that sonorous inhale and exhale into our existence— the ujjayi.  

 

Ujjayi breath is conscious breathing.  It is that forever reminder of the ocean breath; it is a constant reminder of the ebb and flow of life.  Rolling with the waves and life’s forever changing current, the breath— this gift of life— is always present.  This alone, I find this quite comforting.  And one knows that I certainly like to be comforted.  Now turning that focus internally, I am learning to comfort myself and my conscious and unconscious being.  

 

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.”

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.

 

——-

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

 

I Love You.