The United Colors of Netflix

I’ve been obsessed with foreign places for the last few months.

Oh hell, for the last few years!

Ok, for most of my life.

There, truth at last, satisfied?

I, a small-town born, Midwest farm-raised, mostly sheltered all my life woman, am intrigued, and absolutely fascinated, with far-away places.

And, I’ve found a way to sate some of this yearning for travel through the wonders of… duh du du Dah! NETFLIX!

Yes, Netflix.

“China Revealed”. “Miss Granny”. “Empresses in the Palace”. Visions of cherry blossoms, silk kimono, and Buddhist temples, right in my living room.

“Queen” was the flavor and flair of this evening. Instead of China or Japan, tonight I chose India as my entertainment meal. Sort of a Hindi “Eat, Pray, Love”, without Julia Roberts, but with some smashing music and subtitles.  I highly recommend it if you’re looking for something uplifting, and don’t mind reading while you watch the action.

Who knows what’s up next for me, where I’ll be when next I sit down to spend some time with far-off strangers?

Actually travelling is not an option for me at this point in life…

So, I salute you from amidst these United Colors of Netflix.

I’ll be watching!

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1~4~3 (Poetry Repost)

Those. Words.

Once said

Cannot be unsaid

And

can be rejected

or ridiculed

Once burned

Twice burned

Three times you’re out

One word

One letter

To implicate myself

One word

Four letters

A leap of faith

One word

Three letters

Do I say it out loud

Will you hear me?

Or is my whisper only in my head?

1~4~3….

of

Time Left?

I received an email one day, and held onto it.  I decided today was a good time to share.

Don’t Let the Moments Pass

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.  From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible..

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed?  Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t..  I have clothes on the line.  My hair is dirty.  I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’  And my personal favorite:  ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because people cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.  We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Tommy toilet-trained.  We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.  We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older.  The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.  One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’

When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips.  She keeps an open mind on new ideas.  Her enthusiasm for life is contagious.  You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years.  I love ice cream.  It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process.  The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker.  If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day.  Do something you WANT to…not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?   And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain hitting the roof?  Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night?  Do you run through each day on the fly?  When you ask ‘How are you?’  Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?  Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see her sorrow?  Ever lost touch?  Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say ‘Hi’?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race. Take it slower.  Hear the music before the song is over.

Show your friends how much you care.  Don’t let the moments pass you by.

Don’t let your time left, be left – unlived.

Sixteen

Move through your days as though someone you love is always watching.  Who do you want them to see you being?

I’ve given this line a lot of thought.

It’s something that came to me a while ago, and I’ve used it on myself plenty of times.

Pick someone, anyone, in your life whose opinion matters to you.

Then imagine what you would look like through their eyes.

When you did that, what would they have thought?  Would they smile, frown, be puzzled, or angry?  When you said that, would they agree, disagree, cry, or be glad they know you?

If it was your child, would you want them repeating that?  Sometimes parents forget (yes, me too) that their children learn what they witness their parents doing.  Good behavior, bad behavior, off-the-wall, goofy behavior.  If Mom and Dad do it, it must be ok, right?

If it’s your parents, would they be proud of how you are standing up straight?  Walking with your head held high, or upset that you’re hunched over, hiding who you really are?

If it’s that “special someone” would they smile, and tell you that you look beautiful/sexy/happy today?  Or would they worry that you’d been dragged through the bushes behind a runaway horse… backwards?

If it’s the Goddess/God that you’re imagining watching over you, checking on your progress through your day, would you want them to smile and say “That’s my boy/girl!”  Or would they be shaking their heads saying “Maybe next lifetime… poor sucker”?

I know, that sometimes I get so lost inside my own head, I forget to be mindful of how I’m perceived by others.  Not that I’m trying to conform, or fit into anyone else’s box of expectations for me…

But that I want to be the best possible version of the honest me that I can.

And if that special someone was watching me, right now, I’d want him to be impressed.

And so, I say to myself… “Move like you mean it… someone’s watching.”

The In-Between Time

Right now, today and tomorrow… the whole weekend, really – is a space of “in-between” time.  A “Time-Out” from the world, from the year, from everything.  It’s the universe taking a deep breath between 2011 to 2012… in a way – both and neither.

Robert Fulghum, one of my favorite writers of all time, posted about this on his blog, and it really struck a chord with me today.

There are times, when we all need a Time-Out. 

Time to not “be in charge”.  Time to step back, slouch a little, galumph along through your day in jammies and slippers, ratty hair and no makeup.

Time to indulge yourself in a little self-absorption and inner reflection.

Suspended in this neither-nor time, you can do whatever you want, or nothing at all. 

Sitting on this cusp between now and then, here and there, you can take this time to breathe, relax and not worry about what happens next.  With our planet swinging out there in the blackness of the galaxy, does it really matter if you don’t leave the house for a few hours, get the groceries today or tomorrow, brush your teeth or comb your hair?  The planets will continue to spin, the sun will continue to burn, and the black vastness of space will continue to be a sucking vacuum,  so you don’t need to run yours to prove you’re busy.  Let the universe do that for you today.

Relax.  Take a Time-Out.

After all, you made it through the year – you’ve earned it.

 

Inward Bound

As the year draws to a close, and the weather starts to slide into the subarctic regions again, I turn in, to reflect upon myself.

It’s a natural, and unconscious thing for me, to start to become more introverted, introspective, as it gets colder, and the days get shorter.

I’m not sure if it has to do with the length of the days, or the amount of sunshine I don’t get everyday as winter draws ever closer.  It could be just that this is, for me, the time of year when I watch the world yawn, stretch out, and fall into a season-long slumber.  It could be the sense of isolation that is brought down from the sky with the hush of snow, and the sharp warning of slippery ice on the roads. 

Since I’m not big on the outdoor winter sports, I am usually found, indoors, finding quieter activities to keep me busy.  Writing, cleaning, working on my various art projects while I watch movies or listen to music in the background.

Whatever the cause, whatever the result, this is the cusp of my season of “navel-gazing”.  There are bound to be more philosophical posts coming… possibly less of the mundane, “everyday stuff” posts. 

The pool is deep, the water is warmed, and I am ready to sink into it.

Inward bound.