Thursday, April 23, 2015

Letter to the Maiden Me




The year 1981, fresh out of high school, filled with dreams of an unknown future; that was us. I look back at you know and wonder. What if we would have made different choices, psychology instead of education, studying abroad instead of staying in the hometown, focused on ourselves instead of putting somebody else as our priority, staying away from love and lust instead of falling down the hill for it? But, we were maidens, the virginal young woman not yet awaken. We were all about enchantment, adventure, new beginnings, risks, and life; all about colorful life.

I am detached from you now. You are a memory. Looking at the you I was, I have to say I am proud. Sure, your decisions were mistaken at times but you stood up for them, battling with the adverse circumstances, showing the world that you were smart and responsible enough to overcome the trials you put yourself through. You stayed afloat and collected winner’s ribbons. From being “crazy,” you ended up being admired by those who didn’t believe in you. 

We cried, smiled, got angry, frustrated, and desperate together. We also grew, strived, learned, and took chances. We followed our instincts swimming against breaking waves. And then again, we learned.

We learned to live with no regrets; to accept tough times as wise lessons. We learned to see life through other people’s eyes. We learned compassion as a joyful feeling. Through the small bodies of the children we birth, a whole new world was uncovered. We discovered hard work, early mornings and late nights. We felt closer to the other women in our lives, those who battled at different times to make sure we had a chance.

Once in a while I look at your pictures. We have come a long way. We look so different now. But, in between you and me, a lot of you still live in me. For through you I have broken the seals of living; welcoming every day in awe. Our time as maidens remain as the sweetest and purest of all; also as the toughest. Back then, we were just a dream, a project in progress. We fulfilled the dream and brought the project to completion. We are here.


We began as a promise. Together we have become fulfillment and power; wisdom. We have been misunderstood, feared, admired, and revered. We have learned to let go and embrace, to release and begin anew. So, today I want to thank you for your time with me, for sharing your youth, energy, and dreams. The woman in me honors the “us” we once were. 

"If your life doesn’t often make you feel
like a cauldron of swirling light –
If you are not often enough a woman standing
above a mysterious fire,
lifting her head to the sky –
You are doing too much, and listening too little."

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Quaint Living: Enchanted New Hampshire

"One today is worth two tomorrows."
~New England Proverb~


For the last week I’ve been traveling through New Hampshire, a beautiful New England state with a very peculiar motto; live free or die. Freedom is the calling when exploring its jagged mountains, lush river valleys with crystalline water, and dense forests. This is a place that speaks resilience, strength, traditions, and fierce respect for nature; a state housing an array of small towns reminiscent of picturesque European villages.



 It all begins at Crotched Mountain, and isolated mountain in Francestown, Hillsborough County. Crotched Mountain Resort, a small, quiet cluster of well-equipped and colorful condos with lake and mountain views and nice people is where I stay. For anyone wanting to experience mountain life, this site gives you a clear idea. This is also the home of Crotched Mountain Ski and Ride.



Drive thirty-three minutes north and you’ll get to Henniker, an outstanding community cut by the wild current of the Contoocook River, house of the New England College and Daniel’s Restaurant; cozy, woody, amazing river view, and makers of the best fried calamari I've tried so far.

  

Bennington, Antrim, and Hancock capture my attention in route to my final destination for the day; Peterborough, artsy and green. This town exudes colors, flavors, and creative expression. A mill town since its beginnings, it is the home of the oldest Basket company in the country, the Peterborough Players, and MacDowell Art Colony, a community of artists sharing their gifts over breakfast and dinner.

Born and raised in the wild, this side of the world fits perfect if it wasn't for the severe winters and brief springs and summers. I am a sun, warm weather kind of girl. However, I see myself coming back, exploring its landmarks and seven diverse regions and breathing again with sweet maple syrup. 
"Though we travel the world over to find
the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

Monday, April 6, 2015

Things aging have Taught Me


Celine Dion once said, “There's no such thing as aging, but maturing and knowledge. It's beautiful, I call that beauty.” With time, we learn to take life as it comes for if we can’t control it, why suffer? To my surprise, I am not the same I used to be in my 20’s, not even the same I was a couple of years ago. Isn’t that wonderful?

Sometimes I entertain myself looking at people, young and adults, how they keep struggling bringing drama and chaos to their lives. I can’t help but to burst an inner smile. With so much to be grateful for and enjoy out there, why do we keep making it all so complicated? So, I went into an inner self- assessment. This is the list of things I don’t care for anymore…for my own sanity.

1.    People upset at me. If I have done anything wrong, tell me, let’s talk about it. If the decision is staying quiet then it sounds like a personal issue, not my business.

2.    Wearing makeup before leaving the house to hide my age. I don’t want to hide it. Why? I look a lot better without it.

3.    Eating chocolate, like I am doing now, because I can gain some weight. Dark chocolate has been proven to be beneficial to your health and if I like it why depriving me of it?

4.    Expressing my honest opinion, being bold.  Yes, I am still thoughtful about not hurting people’s feelings but in the same way I am open to listen to different views, I also expect mine to be heard and respected.

5.    Events outside my control. There’s no point in getting stressed for things I can’t change. Life is all about that. Rain or shine, I’ve learned how to welcome both.

6.    Making mistakes. One thing is trying to be the best at what you do. Something different is to blame and punish you for an error. We are not perfect. Learning how amazingly imperfect we are and embracing it is the key to feeling happier.

7.    Changing plans. I admit I have a tendency towards being unpredictable. I used to fear not meeting somebody else’s expectations; not anymore. Life is too precious to live it in cruise control.

8.    Being silly when I want to remember I once enjoyed being a child.

One of the best things ever happening to me has been reaching this stage accepting me and others as we are; the simpler the better. Age, as change, we can’t avoid. We can adapt to the demands without losing our true self. We learn how to break the rules if they don’t make us happy. We learn not to give excuses for living the way we want to. When I grow up I want to be like me.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

What Are You Doing With Your Spring Fever?



"When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
the pen has dropped ..."
- Morpheus


Spring is my season, not only because I was born in April, when nature opens up to life, but because all about it speaks to me. Today was my first full day in the yard. Sage is re-birthing, thyme and rosemary are showing their most beautiful greens, and wildflowers are blooming their colors. Primitive animals are back as well; baby squirrels running looking for seeds, birds standing on the fence, and owls singing mysterious lullabies at night fall. This is my world, where I feel most comfortable.  

This is also the time when I celebrate myself, untamed me. As spring begins I find time to do some of the things connecting me with my own nature. This is the time when…

1.       I give new life to my personal altar with spring motives.
2.       I experiment with spring recipes and fill my kitchen with color.
3.       I commit to morning nature walks.
4.       I gather with the ones I love to celebrate who we are in love and acceptance.
5.       I explore the colors and shapes and simply create.

This year, for the first time, I will be working on a wishing tree with the intention of writing personal thoughts and prayers on colorful ribbons. For this I need to pick my favorite tree, something difficult since I am surrounded by them.

As E.E. Cummings once said:

“Sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is love time
and viva sweet love.”

May we enjoy the season, recreating our best self and opening back to the life we dream of. 


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