To Live...

To live as I sing...
breathe
relax
focus
but don't think too hard or you'll mess it all up
let your body do what it knows how to do
feel

To live as I run...
put one foot in front of the other
look upon the horizon
take a break if you need it
go as far as you can
don't underestimate yourself (you can do 26.2!)
breathe
relax

What are some ways you'd like to live your life?

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.







I think I fell off the wall about 10 years ago.

Finally, I feel as if mind, body, and spirit are reconnecting with an even stronger foundation that I've ever had.

My realization?
I didn't need the king's horses and king's men as much as I needed help from myself.

Bonnie the Brave: 8 Lives Remaining

So... yeah.

My cat, Bonnie fell out of our window.

Three stories up.

Yep.

I noticed she was missing Friday afternoon. She tends to hide in this big home, so at first I thought she might just be sitting underneath something. And then I noticed -- one of our windows was open.
I looked down onto what lies 30 feet below -- a small patio in the midst of many backyards and a few trees for her to climb and make a clear getaway into freedom. R&B music blared from a nearby window, nearly drowning any calls I made.
I yelled out, "Bonnie!!!!" And I could have sworn she responded with a soft meow.
Is it really she? Just my imagination?

I switched into tv news producer mode and began the search, made flyers, and contacted anyone and everyone who I could think of who would help me find her.

Around six o'clock my neighbors below us finally came home and checked their backyard. And there she was, curled up in a little ball next to a tall tree. She began purring the instant I picked her up. I noticed she was limping a little.

Off to the animal E.R.
Xrays, heart check, and blood work.

All systems are a go! Nothing's wrong with her! No fractures or anything. Just maybe a pulled muscle. And a bruised ego.

A bad birthday?

A woman turning 35 is not the end of the world, right?

Well maybe for me!

Apparently, many New Agers predict December 21, 2012 as a potential DOOMSDAY! Can you believe it? Check out this link to the latest Newsweek article!

The pagan in me adores all things that have anything to do with astronomy, astrology, earthiness, indigenous religions, and pretty much anything else remotely spiritually interesting.

And here I thought my thirties would be EASIER than my 20s! Who knew?!

This is just one more reason why my birthday is so important. Mark the calendar kiddos. I'll be a spritely 29 this year and I can't wait! I was born an old-soul, so I believe I will rediscover youthful freedoms as I get older...

If nothing else, newly-married Lisa, newly-married Ashley, and my sister-in-law will at least find this post interesting. Happy nine-month birthday girls! :)

Be Still My Beating Heart

This is why I love men...

Two of my friends from work walked past me. A single woman, and a darling, married man.

Woman: (pointing down) I love these shoes! I just got them for 15 bucks!

Man: Really? (in a genuinely interested, non-gay way)


His wife has apparently trained him well.

A Good Quote

Joy Behar:
I think the thirties are a very good decade to really be honest with yourself so that your forties will be wonderful. The twenties are the worst. Not as bad as the teen years, but they're not good for a woman. There's too much pressure on us to be thin, to be pretty, to meet the right guy, to get the right job, to have babies… they really don't know when to stop! And then as you get older you say, "Screw this! I'm just gonna do what I do!" The twenties are very, very demanding. I think women should take note of the fact that they may not get through their twenties in one piece.