May 10, 2013 § 3 Comments
This has been a week for the record books in terms of drama that you take to your mama.
My poor mother fielded many calls in the midst of the drama, as had my sister and sister cousin (during work hours), and my circle of friends when the anxiety peaked so high that I needed to be coaxed off the cliff.
It’s said that you can ask a thousand people for their opinion and you’ll get a thousand answers.
My advisors all had thoughtful and helpful words of wisdom, some very different and others much the same. Each conversation helped me solidify my own stance.
It’s a funny thing, when out of your control a situation arises where people (acquaintances, business associates, employees) behave in a way that cause you to question yourself.
What are their motives?
What are your own?
I made many decisions this week that caused me to question myself, while circling around my decisions (and circling and circling).
Ultimately, I trusted myself. My motives were clear and fair.
Theirs? Not so much.
If it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t.
That there, you can always trust.
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May 8, 2013 § 4 Comments
For the first time in my life I understand what it feels like to be a woman classified as difficult, when if I was a man I’d be considered tough.
Thanks to pranayama (yoga breathing), my roar has softened.
But my fire might not be gone until sleep.
I was on fire.
Have you experienced this?
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May 1, 2013 § 7 Comments
Last night via DVR my mother and I tuned into the special shortened season of The Big C, Hereafter; the new post script indicating the story’s coming end.
The dramedy, which has followed Cathy Jamison through her melanoma diagnosis (and all the ups and downs associated with such) charged into its first show of the final season by extending the programming time to one hour, giving all the characters a little more time to breathe.
Cathy’s cancer diagnosis has moved to a new stage, and we now find her making the tough decision to quit her next round of chemotherapy because her quality of life has dissipated so much that she doesn’t feel (anymore) like herself.
“Chemo isn’t a cure,” she explains to her son when she tells him her choice to quit.
For Cathy, saying, “No,” to drugs is saying, “Yes,” to life.
Almost five years out of my own melanoma nightmare (at this point the cure rate for me is roughly 92%), my experience is very entwined with that of Laura Linney’s character.
Of course, I connect on the cancer level.
But I also connected with Cathy’s independence, and her acceptance that she’s the only one in charge of her happiness.
She fiercely loves her kid.
She makes the best decisions with what she’s got.
She’s far from perfect, and she knows it.
Her journey has been her own.
Even though the subject is tough, the way it’s been presented is the best example of art as life. The best art makes us question ourselves, our beliefs, our lives. It can open our hearts or frighten us into closing ourselves off.
Despite the undercurrent of grief, The Big C writer’s have made humor an integral part of the story, pulling me (and so many) back, season after season.
But Hereafter implies death, which I find an unbearable truth.
Lose your dad at fourteen and see how much you accept the fairness of a life (any life) coming to an end?
Do I stop watching because the story might end with the one part of life that haunts me?
Hereafter’s message is not only about the end.
It’s the living part that matters.
And life for the living keeps going, no matter your diagnosis.
Have you watched The Big C? I’ve written before about Cathy getting a tattoo over her cancer scar. Any thoughts about the tattoo I should get to go with mine? I’m thinking shooting stars with lots and lots of color …
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March 16, 2013 § 4 Comments
Reason number 5,234,22 to practice yoga.
Spontaneous eruption of joyful tears prior to a hot rocking, fire inducing kriya led by the most open and divine of river guides.
One round of hand stand kick-ups to Prince’s Gett Off, followed by free flow movement to Groove Armada’s House/Electronica Lovebox Sessions, and I wept from inside the cocoon if my child’s pose.
Happiness thumped itself free (panting, thankful, sweaty), and hours later it lingers.
Ever experienced a Kriya? Ever cried during yoga?
February 25, 2013 § 9 Comments
Usually, the day after an award show I like to write about the pretty dresses.
Last night there were many, which everyone is writing about today.
i.e. Naomi and Jessica. Bow down now to the dress Gods!
I, on the other hand, have chosen to write about the messes of dresses; the design mistakes that walked the red carpet last night.
Melissa McCarthy in David Meister. I take no issue with the girl. I’m frustrated that first, the designer chose not to give her a proper foundation. Second, the drape the fabric was not done in a way to flatter her body. Draping is a very difficult technique. When done properly it can be so flattering. When done wrong it can look like a sack.
Anne Hathaway in Prada. I actually don’t think this is a bad dress (pretty color, column), but of course we have to talk about Les Nippleables.” I am fairly certain this dress was made from a cut pattern. Darts at the bust can often turn pointy if you aren’t careful, or they can be very intentional. I’m not sure Muiccia didn’t know that Annie’s nipples looked this way. She’s one smart cookie that Miuccia Prada. The back of the dress was stunning, but no one even mentioned this, as they’ve been stuck on stupid (what is it about boobs that make people so dumb?). Anyway, Anne has come out and apologized, saying that the Prada choice was a quick second choice. I’d be a little perturbed if I was Ms. P.
Nicole Kidman in L’Wren Scott. I will love Nicole always and forever since she fought off Billy Zane in all her sweet curly-haired sweetness in 1989s Dead Calm. I just loathe this dress and for as much as I can intellectualize my feelings about fashion, I can’t put my finger on this one.
Kristen Stewart in Naeem Khan. I didn’t watch the awards, but word has it that not only was the dress off, but so was the girl wearing it. The dress had potential, but the fit through the waist and bust is wrong. The cups are not molded to her bust at all, which makes them stand apart from her chest. I dislike that in a dress. I want to pull the thing up and nip in at the waist. Not a tough fix with help from a good seamstress.
Did I miss any? Who did you love? Who needed help?
By the way… Check out some of my great comments for more fashion fuss!
February 15, 2013 § 4 Comments
My modern-day funk-filled soul kept my body in the seat of the car yesterday after pulling into the driveway, pulsating to Florence Welch’s collaboration with Calvin Harris. My girls were strapped into their car seats having ingested a pound of sugar hearts, while reading Valentine cards with their friend’s names spelled out in different sized letters.
This morning, my funk-filled nose is keeping me from tomorrow morning’s yoga practice. A bummer, certainly, but I will not infect sweet Katie or the baby girl cooking in her belly with this annoying nose funk. It would not be fair or right, and totally against my deepest belief in doing what’s fair and right.
As far as being in a funk about that, I am not.
My mood is fine, and my spirit is actually on high this morning.
The sun is shining. It’s my mother’s birthday. My girl’s are excited about getting to choose four of those big Whole Foods cupcake’s (a grandmother birthday tradition).
I’m trying to keep the ball rolling from yesterday’s Love post. It’s very hard when you live with your separated spouse (God give me strength and please light a fire under the editors at Huff post … they really need to publish that article already).
I’ve got to keep my eye on the good, the light, the things that are fair and right.
How’s your funk?
Warning: This video is an artistic interpretation of the song. If you are old-spirited or closed-minded you might find the visuals too violent or irrelevant to the song. It’s called art!
February 14, 2013 § 8 Comments
With so much not to love (there’s a lot if we choose to look for it), let’s focus for a moment on all that there is to heart, squeeze, and kiss.
1. The number one search on my site today (as it is on many days) is the Lululemon Skinny Will Pant. Yes, I love those functional and flattering pants. Yes, go buy them. Yes, Yes, Yes!
2. A dinner of chicken dipped and rolled in egg, whole wheat flour and whole wheat bread crumbs, lightly fried in olive oil and finished off in the oven. Served over arugula with sliced tomatoes and avocado. Heaven on a plate.
3. Wearing pink and red together and not feeling silly about it, or wearing a lot of pink (or red) loudly and proudly. Isn’t Valentine’s day fun?
4. Running into an old friend at Target who I miss seeing every day at pre-school pick-up, but whom I delighted in seeing this afternoon. What aisle were we in? I have absolutely no idea.
5. Hearing from the oldest of old friends that she read the Wanderlust piece and is seriously considering it. Like. She’s. Seriously. Considering it.
I might cry this makes me so happy.
6. I wrote a piece today that began from a dream about a stack of papers I watched go wishwishwishwishwishwishwish out of a window. The piece morphed into a book review of Girl Interrupted, but ended with the Dixie Chicks singing More Love.
And this is the reason I love to blog … for the answers that come … some that I share and some I don’t.
It took all day, but there it is!
Was it obvious to you? Do you tend to see the love or does the miserable usually shade the happy?
February 2, 2013 § 7 Comments
A couple of months ago I pulled out my Prismacolor markers; a Christmas gift I’d received from mom a few years back, but hadn’t yet found time to play with.
Like moths to flames, my five year olds begged to use them, but I was hesitant. Prismacolors are not cheap.
At roughly $60.00 for my set ($400 or so for a real professional’s case), I tried to keep them far from little hands. But after agreeing to allow their use, all of us sitting and drawing together, the quality of the medium (and the art that resulted) made the decision to hand them over a no brainer.
Prismacolors are used by professionals for a reason. Their water-based colors are rich and vibrant, and can be layered upon each other, instead of bleeding and/or creating one blob of black (as cheaper pens and markers do).
My children’s artwork has come alive and they color and draw for hours and hours everyday (on Target’s packs of $2.00 recycled printer paper).
The key is to begin with the “kid art tools” first (Crayola markers, crayons, Target brand, etc.).
Then, when the pretty markers are pulled out, mom or dad MUST sit with the kids are go over how special the new tools are. Tops must be put back on or they will dry out. We can’t afford to buy more. These are too special not to be cared for.
The good news is that my daughters have become aware of the importance of caring for their markers much more than they ever cared for the cheaper tools that never gave them the desired effect and that always wore out too soon (we’ve only had a few sacrificial lambs….sad when you want to use a yellow, but it’s pointy tip is dead).
The best news is that I’m creating little artists who experiment freely with their hands and minds; expressing themselves in a way that words cannot, and giving me have piles of paper memories to be kept and cherished forever.
Do your kids like to draw? If not, think they might with better tools?