As you blaze a trail and your heart does tremble,

Be aware.

In what pursuit are you engaged?  What path have you chosen to take?

Illuminate.  Appreciate.  Celebrate.

Let your light ~ your soul ~ your self shine bright

As you pursue lasting happiness, profound peace and unconditional love.

Unconditional LOVE.

And having a really good time.

Really.

♥~♥~♥

Don’t believe me?

Check it out…

“So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be merry. Then joy will accompany him in his work all the days of the life God has given him under the sun. ”

~ Ecclesiastes 8:15

Dear Ones, 

I love you. I made you. I AM you. 

Live. Laugh. Love. Have fun. Experience joy. Grow. Smile.

That’s the point. 

With Love, 

The Creator ~ The One ~ The Great I AM

(aka GOD)

Worry is fear manifested.
Fear is the opposite of love.
Love more.
Fear less.
Worry not.
Be the great I AM.

Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.

~ 1 Peter 5:7

It is important not to waste our time in fruitless worry. Rather, it is far wiser to spend our time educating ourselves

~ Buddhist Wisdom

How to be free, to be happy:

Sow Peace, Acceptance, Joy, Respect, Unconditional Love…

Nurture your family. Whether you were born into it or created it.

Build emotional security. First in yourself, then in those around you.

Play together. Play. Every single day.

Grow.

Reap what you sow.

What are you sowing? Let me know.

Sooner or later The Good Husband is going to figure us out.

He’ll realize I’ve been spending a lot of time with another man.

Then I’ll have to come clean.

I am having a love affair.

I’ve found a like-minded soul. A playmate, a cohort, another man en rapport.

When it’s just the two of us, I call him RW, but his name is Ralph. Ralph Waldo Emerson, to be precise.

And I love him. 

Who do you love?

Karma?

..  Energy ..

Loving or otherwise

We reap as we sow

Know

Each moment is an opportunity

To increase the world’s wonder

For you

For them

We reap as we sow

Awareness of conduct

Respectful

Foreknow

Choose your own consequence

Reap as you sow

The warmth of peace-glow

Or not…

“I feel that you are justified in looking into the future with true assurance, because you have a mode of living in which we find the joy of life and the joy of work harmoniously combined. Added to this is the spirit of ambition which pervades your very being, and seems to make the day’s work like a happy child at play.”          ~Albert Einstein

In the mundane

In the arcane

In the everyday events

There is Joy.

From the morning

To the evening

And in moments in between

There is Joy.

In the loving

In the fearing

In emotions kept unseen

There is Joy.

Our responsibility?

Recognize

Realize

That which is always there.

Joy.

Yesterday The Good Husband and I spent hours in the garden cleaning, preening, trimming and skimming. We wore our swimsuits and hopped in the pool to cool. Gentle breezes rustled mesquite beans from their branches and clouds spread themselves thinly between the bright desert sun and us. Rain would come. Lovely!

In the Mission Garden I ate several late strawberries, trimmed back the mint (I have more than a dozen varieties), and harvested a lovely cache of figs. FIGS! Now there’s a fruit that’s inspired lots of love. And is it ever revered. Historically, the fig tree’s been considered sacred in all parts of Southwestern Asia, Egypt, Greece, and Italy. And now, of course, in Tucson.

Pliny The Elder, the noted Roman writer and natural philosopher, said “Figs are restorative. They increase the strength of young people, preserve the elderly in better health and make them look younger with fewer wrinkles.”

Bring on the figs!

Figs symbolize abundance, fertility, sweetness. Like a ripe and ready, fecund woman. The most mentioned fruits in the bible, figs also played key roles in ancient tales of love and seduction. Not surprising. Figs are sexy. Consider the words used to describe figs… Fleshy, Luscious, Rosy, Satiny, Smooth, Succulent. You get the picture.

Figs. I love them. Have I made you think twice? If so, take a look at some of mine:

Inspiration:

The Fig

by Gabriela Mistral, as translated from the Spanish by Maria Jacketti

Touch me: it is softness of good satin, and when you open me, what an unexpected rose! Do you not remember some king’s black cloak under which a redness burned?

I bloom inside myself to enjoy myself with an inward gaze, scarcely for a week.

Afterward, the satin opens generously in a great fold of Congolese laughter.

Poets have not know the color of night, nor the figs of Palestine. We are both the most ancient blue, a passionate blue, richly concentrating itself because of its ardor.

I spill my pressed flowers into your hand. I create a deaf meadow for your pleasure. I shower you with the meadow’s bouquet until covering your feet. No. I keep the flowers tied – they make me itch; the resting rose also knows this sensation.

I am also the pulp of the Rose-of-Sharon, bruised.

Allow my praise to be made: I nourished the Greeks, and they have praised me less than Juno, who gave them nothing.

I AM  Loving, Strong, Smart, Creative, Honest, Contented, Serene (most of the time ;-) )

What wonders reside within you?

Let me know!

“Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.” ~ Ella  Wheeler Wilcox, American Author & Poet

~ ω ~

I’ll take my bitter

In the form of bitter herbs

Soothe me, treat me;

My distress, curb.

Chamomile, arugula, wormwood, mint.

Each a cure,

Sublimely sent.

In a drink, yes, I think

Bitter can be grand.

Salty gin, tonic, lime~

Never bland.

I’ll take my bitter with a little dash of sweet.

Combined with love and honey, a real treat.

Grapefruit, lemon, sour grape, wine.

Divine

But I won’t take your bitter, spewed and splattered all about.

If you so choose to live,

Then you

I’ll live without.

And love from a distance.