ur*B*in gypsie

4/16/12 The winds of change are today blowing hard,far&fast, and yet richness and aware-filled grace are in the relaxed cruising of every moment.

12/2 skating as gracefully as possible

11/1/11 treetop

"Simply relax into the suchness of it. When one realizes the suchness of being, blossoming happens.
Relax
into
the suchness

Become effortless."
Osho

8/8/11 full circle

6/28/10 Wow! 180 degrees in less than a year. Four years of chrysalising - not all bad, at all - and then *whoosh* emergence! Fifteen years of struggling to assemble the right musicians. Granted! An unforeseen expansion into a neighborhood I totally resonate with (Cleveland Heights), complete with the greatest of partners (my daughter-in-law, NOTO boutique owner). Deep gratitude. Health, creative endeavors, meaningful relationships, peace-filled solitude... Deep, deep gratitude. Regardless of where I've been at, that one thing (gratitude) is particularly key to a rich life. Amen.

2/18/10 Riding through the deepness of another hibernating season. Even though it may be dark, I still always find threads of richness in the beauty of my life. They aren't "rich" as defined by society, but then I find that the longer I travel this road of life, the more illusion I find in their "truths". Rule number #1: never forget to live from a place of gratitude.

11/2 Full moon ridin'! Jazzed on a pot of yerba mate! Diggin' good health-full food, walks in still wool sweater weather, writing, reading, hanging in the silence in between.

9/9 Cutting and taping and watching the art create itself. Tomato season!; sating myself while it's here. Shedding, but always culling treasure for the shop. Helping move my friend into her sweet new Cleveland Heights apartment. Juicing!

4/11 Relaxing deeper into it.

12/22: Staying warm, and only moderately succeeding. Freezing fricking s-u-c-k-s! I know I have to keep my attitude positive so as not to compromise my body's defenses, but every year it becomes more and more difficult to appreciate Northeastern Ohio's fricking freezing weather. My visions of sugarplums this season have been somewhere in the 5 degree vicinity of the Equator. While sitting at the coffeeshop, I peruse the world temp section, eyeing the most desirable place(s) to be. I meander throughout the day in hibernating numbness yet still relish the joy and richness of simply being alive, healthy, free. Interesting conundrum.

9/6: waking up early (funny thing...that happening naturally), hangin' with L & baby girl for excellent organic coffee at Vegetaranian in the mornings, reading Tolle (ready to wake up?), collage, music, eating garden tomatoes, relaxing into not doing a lot of anything (counter to a personal adult history of do,do,do which is really what it is/was: a bunch of do do), sitting in my pink sling chair on the porch, dispersing, releasing, and lots of conscious breathing, ebbing and flowing

Sometime before 9/6: music, mixing tea and potions (aromatherapy potions), good coffee, organic food, cool hangs, stimulating conversation, self-discovery, laughing, hangin' with g-boy, simplicity, writing, playing (music), collecting, dispersing, checking out big piles of books, music and movies from the library, reading Bukowski, going to bed late, sleeping in...