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A Beautiful Day


I’ve been looking for joy, and I found it today!  It was a wonderful day today.  I started with concentration and meditation exercises.  Then I went to the Y to swim, followed by a super hot shower and a few minutes in the sauna.  As I drove home, I listed all the things I was grateful for.  Then I headed over to see my mom and sis and we cooked up some food, listened to some metaphysical goodness and did some visioning homework.  We also did some goofy dancing and, my sister and I ended our visit with singing a few harmonized duets together. (“Come What May” from Moulin Rouge, “I Still Believe” from Miss Saigon, and “We Make a Beautiful Pair” from Shenandoah.  Then I headed over to the School of Metaphysics.  I had a pleasant, long talk with the director and then borrowed some audio recordings of some more awesome metaphysical content from one of my classmates.  (We plan on getting together to work on the study course together.)  Then, I attended the last class of the Spiritual Ethics course, led the Healing Service for the week, and had a jam session with the director and my dad in preparation for the Universal Hour of Peace on December 31st at the school. On my way home I listened to some of my more recent intuitive reports.   All in all a truly wonderful day.  I can’t wait to see what I dream about tonight.  (And, subconscious mind, PLEASE give me something that I can understand.  Seriously.)

Wishing you all a wonderfully, joyous week! ❤

Photo explanation: This was my creation for the day, my artsy outfit. (It looks a little better in person.) What’s fun about this is that every piece has a little story. I’ve had my glasses for around 5 years. (Thankfully, my vision hasn’t changed much.) One of the earpieces is chewed away from when Bowser was still in his chewing phase. The scarf is a recent purchase from Clothes Mentor, a resale shop near my house, after I first started changing my look to more of a Type 1 from Dressing Your Truth. The turtleneck is a Kohl’s purchase when I was looking for some simple backup tops for teaching. The necklace is Lia Sophia that I won at one of my friends’ parties. The purple frilled vest is a recent gift from one of my Metaphysics students after she noticed my wardrobe shift. The skirt is a purchase from a visit to Maplewood, Missouri during an SOM teacher’s conference. One of the girls had forgotten her teacher’s skirt, so we went walking to the nearby clothing shops together before the first meeting started, and we each purchased a skirt. The bright pink tights are from when I was in a Back Street Boys 80’s dance with other teachers from the elementary school where I used to work. The socks are. . . just regular socks. I think I ordered them on Amazon. And the shoes are ones that I was recently reunited with when my Mom was cleaning out her things. (They are so cute and perfectly snug around my narrow feet! Such a happy reunion. <3)

What Do I Want to Do?

Image courtesy of Witthaya Phonsawat /

Image courtesy of Witthaya Phonsawat /

I find I want to write. When I think about what I want to do, what I REALLY want to do – it is to write, and sing, and dance. And create things. This is what I WANT to do. I want to be outdoors and soaking up the light, with my arms outstretched so that the sun will reach down to me, lifting me into the cradle of its warmth and love. This is what I want. To be a child of the light, in a sundress, with huge, vibrant flowers — a gleeful little girl.  I so want to play.  I will be that little girl again, full of innocence again, in my flowery sundress, ready to fly.

Days 6 & 7 on the Road to Happiness


“Rock Style Woman with Headphone” courtesy of David Castillo Dominici / 

1. Health – I’ve been back and forth on this one.  Losing some sleep because of karaoke; karaoke’s liquid diet is not so great for me either.  Besides karaoke and Easter candy, I’ve been faring fairly well.  I had a bit of ice cream for the first time at my friend’s house today, so I feel like I’ve officially fallen off the limited sugar horse for this week.  Exercise has been on and off.  I missed it today but got some Zumba in yesterday.

2. Creative Time/ Me Time — I think Game of Thrones would count for this.  Though today I was grading as I watched, the creativity of the show is still inspiring, even as I work.  Yesterday I was sucked into the living room couch void and didn’t feel like I got much work done nor explored my creativity.  I CANNOT do anything beyond TV watching in that room.  Nothing happens there.

3. People — I love the new karaoke crowd.  They are probably not people I would normally hang out with on a regular basis, but they seem down-to-earth, friendly, and fun.  I got to sing “It’s Your Love” — a Faith and Tim duet — with someone I barely knew from karaoke, and it was awesome.  (I also sang “Somewhere Out There” again with one of my regular karaoke buddies and some other songs solo.)

I visited one of my teacher friends again who just had twins.  Her daughters are seriously ridiculously adorable.  And they are still at the age where they like to be held, so that’s wonderful.  My friend and I are at pretty similar places in our lives (minus the twins), so I feel like we can relate to each other.  Spending part of the day with her today reminded me of how important it is to get out of the house.

4. Being in the Moment – I’ve felt a little less in the moment and in touch with myself the last two days.  But I have been in the moment enough to enjoy the simplicity of a baby’s life, to take note of my ranging emotions, and to observe my “stuckness” yesterday (when I couldn’t get myself to work nor play and sat paralyzed on the couch).  Maybe I can’t meditate for long periods of time, but I can feel the benefits of even centering myself for a moment.  Immediately I sigh, taking in a deep breath, which in itself is a blessing.

5. Life Purpose —I talked with Cindy, my coach, yesterday.  I had it set in my head that I was going to do retail.  I was going to start retail and find my way.  She asked me how I felt about it, and I was noticing a blob of depression sinking down my chest.  I told her I felt a bit depressed, and she asked me to go into it more, and I got choked up and could barely speak.  I told her that it felt like I was lost and I knew it would be a pay cut, and that things could be a struggle for us for a while.

I think my fear and Cindy’s concern is that I’ll get in a rut again, as I have with previous positions.  Retail is fine – and I remember that I’ve enjoyed working the cash register and interacting with customers in the past – and I may work it for a while, but it’s not my final destination.  And I need to keep working toward that final destination or I know my soul will cry out again.

So, Cindy brought up music therapy.  I’d considered it before.  I’d first become aware of the profession when I’d read the book Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult.  I wasn’t sure I could do what the protagonist was doing, but I was definitely intrigued.  I looked into the profession on-and-off, but wasn’t interested in learning music theory.  I’d never wanted to major or minor in music because of music theory, so I didn’t think I’d be interested now.

But I think I’m going to give it a shot.  I love music.  I love performing it; I love listening to it.  It moves me in a way that nothing else does.  I’m also very interested in healing, in helping people.  Music therapy seems a natural marriage of the two.  And since therapy has been an interest of mine for some time, this may be just the entrance I need into it.  I have a musical background, so I won’t feel like I’m diving into completely new territory.

Karaoke Queen II — A Poem

Last night I sang my heart out.

The last karaoke crooning of 2012.

And I realized I needed it,

As much as I needed to breathe.


Because when I’m there

Singing on stage

Or listening/singing along with my crew,

Nothing matters.


I’m not a teacher,

Not a tutor,

Not a writer,

Not a workshop leader.


I’m not a disciplinarian,

Not a help-you-catch-up-and-hope-you’re-having-an-“on-day”- and– that-I’M having an “on-day” – ian,

Not a struggling artist,

Not a pulling-myself-out-of-the-house-because-I-need-the-money-and-this-is-my-way-of-life-ian.


I . . .  just. . . am.


And I’m happy.

And at times like these, I know if I were taken from this world,

Right in this moment,

I would be ok. . .

Because my life is complete.

Karaoke Queen

"Microphone" by Master isolated images /

“Microphone” by Master isolated images /

There are few times in my life when I am totally, completely, blissfully happy. Last night was one of them.  I was supposed to come home by 10:30 last night.  I got home by midnight.  I’ll bet my students would be shocked to know I actually have a nightlife – and on school nights, at that!

I love to sing.  I love to sing many types of songs, from country to musicals, rock to pop, R & B, etc.  I love being with other people who love to sing, too – they’re my theater peeps from the summer musical I was just in – and we’ve even begun singing duets together.  This week Dan and I swapped songs so that we could sing each other’s duets: he learned “Come What May” from Moulin Rouge for me, and I learned “Suddenly Seymour” from Little Shop of Horrors for him.  We totally rocked them both.

I love coming out to Coop’s Den.  After about 5 more times in a row, I think I’ll officially be a “regular.”  I like the atmosphere — it’s fairly quiet; we’re really the only crowd, and we have the karaoke mostly to ourselves.  Also, the place is cozy, with pleasant staff and casual appearance.  An added plus is that it’s not a sports bar, so I don’t have to wait around an extra hour or two because the football game just went into overtime.   Plus.  . . the DJ is awesome, and we have a nice fat book of songs to choose from (although the most recent options are probably 5 or so years old).

I sang my heart out last night.  Tried some new songs: “I Might Hate Myself in the Morning” by Lee Ann Womack “Memory”  from Cats, “Goodnight My Someone” from Music Man, “Unbreak My Heart” by Toni Braxton, and my two duets that I mentioned earlier.  And I closed with one of my best: “Love Is A Battlefield” by Pat Benatar.  Last night we had some new ladies in the crowd who claimed to have never done karaoke before and boogied like crazy to all of the fast songs.  The crowd really seemed to enjoy my closer, but by that time we’d all had some drinks and were feelings pretty good.

I love the feeling of being up there singing, then trying to learn a new song, and later seat-singing and swaying to the classics that my fellow warblers warble.  And everyone in our group is a good singer, so there’s no need to cover up.  It’s hard to leave when you’re having such a good time, and there’s that one more song you want to try.  Yesterday I decided to just start at the beginning of the book, looking for songs I thought I could handle, and ending up somewhere in the “C”s or “D”s. I’m not sure.  And people say that I’m good.  Maybe I’m starved for compliments or attention or appreciation, or who knows what, but I tell you, there is nothing like the genuine feeling that your work/your art is appreciated.

So, am I tired now?  Yes.  Wednesdays are awfully, awfully, long and somewhat painful days — I just now finished off most of my last pint of frozen custard — and losing sleep does not really help the situation.  But was it worth it?  I sure thought so last night!  My late night serenading is something I’ve come to look forward to all week long, and I think I’ve finally found an addiction that could actually improve my life.

And driving home, I was already thinking about what I was going to sing next week. . . .

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