COFFEE BREAK

I woke up with such anticipation and enthrallment of this new day, uncertain of what might unfold but the churning within was intense.  Every fiber of my being was assured that something was in the air as if proclaiming Marvelous Monday was on tap. I laid there singing Cat Stevens Morning has Broken looking up the lyrics and pondering on the words as if marinating my senses. Within moments of me leaving my bed that I invisioned as my cocoon unleashing myself into this vast world as a butterfly transformed from being a catapillar my surge of magnificence was being taunted and mocked as the melancholy raindrops fell and the party crashers of my moment were filling me with somber and gloomy sensations. Alas the enlightment of this day was something that came from so deep within, that it was as if I shooed the melancholy away with one effortless swoop. My best friend Marty, years ago worked at the YMCA and she would call Monday's Marvelous, she would even send out encouraging tidbits to banish the blues, empowering us all to make it mighty. As she would enter those doors to her work place, she would take on the tone saying Good Morning as if a command of greatness; even if it wasn't much to describe of as good. That was a lifetime ago but she is still that same force today, and those actions from so long ago, sprung to the forefront of my mind as this day was quickly unraveling scrambling to gain the reigns and alter the course by taking control. 

I sauntered over to meet my morning standing date with Mr. Coffee, blissful for I had moved him, feng shui if you will;  to a new spot and made for myself a beverage station with all my choices boutiqued and showcased for my delight. My steps were moving to the beat of various singers with their own renditions saluting "it's going to be a lovely day" trying my best to rap to the soulful s.o.u.l. s.y.s.t.e.m. and Bill Withers with B.I.G. even Kirk Franklin as they played on my phone rerouting the dreary and filling my soul with merriment. When that coffee had met my lips the corners of my mouth were turned up so far that a laugh slipped out, anything less than pure delight would be an understatement. It was as if I heard the bell ringing as my imagined gloved hand was thrown into the air as if by the referee in a boxing match and I had beaten my opponant. As I sat in front of my computer with coffee in hand and started this blog; my computer was stuttering whether due to the rain or the meloncholy had overtaken it I am uncertain, however; because of the hesitation of strokes on my keyboard;  my entire blog was erased in a moment. I was utterly stunned and speechless, it was almost completed and just like that it had vanished. The Wonderment of Life is not in having days flow perfectly and harmoneously with our desires and flights to achieve our Dreams and Goals, moreover; it is being able to soar and overcome that which tries to ground us. A quote came to mind by Markus Almond, "Things are never going to be perfect. The stars almost never align. We have to push them." At that precise moment I just threw my head back then shaking it I couldn't help but  chuckle as  I said "but of course!" At that moment that I walked away and made the decision to not let it get the best of me, I would choose to push them in alignment, it was then and only then it dawned on me; these are those moments the ones that try you, the moments that try to change you from who you are and what you are deep down in your core that we need to pay attention to and allow yourself to be rerouted if you will but never losing the Dream. I liken it to our GPS it has the destination set; it is up to us to trust in that and to follow the routes given even when they say make a legal u turn. 

I read this morning before I even left my bed that someone posted, Make Today so awesome that Yesterday gets jealous. Another that I marked was, "The lessons you learn, on your journey towards a destination, will always be more valuable than the destination itself." You see I fully realize and understand that many of the Dreams that I am persuit of I may not ever achieve however I am compelled to continue, just as I had awoken to feeling the marvels that today had in store, I prevailed against the obstacles that tried to vere me off my desired destination and although my day has not come to end as of yet, I am bold in assurance and stout hearted in fascination, engrossed in the moments that fill my day and making the most of every one of them. Just as a track runner will scale over the hurdle it is indeed something to drink in as you watch their form, their movement as they take flight leaving you gasping with amazement; may the same be said of us as we execute our day as others are watching how you master your hurdles.  One day they will call to mind as I did with my friend and her Marvelous Monday's and perhaps they will use your technique to master their own hurdles. The Wonderment here is,  I have been happier on this Monday because I made it happen when I could have chosen to succumb to the barracades instead I took flight. 

Today on Tuesday I am better for having my Monday, life is funny that way, mere perspective and how we choose to view our lives. I leave with you a song it is one of my favorites and I wear this baby out when I am faced with my roadblocks and before a line or two is sung and danced by me, my entire perspective has changed; so I found it so incredibly fitting for this.  It doesn't matter what your choice of beverage, liken to me in my beverage station sip on that ice tea maybe add some lemonade to it or ice down that diet coke and have your smile, just push yourself away from that desk at work and get to that water cooler and fix a little drink; the point is our attitudes will always determine our altitudes; you decide on how high you want to fly. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_Op0bQfMoo

BIG TIPPER

My daughter and I sat nestled together with our afternoon concoctions of our desired warm teas to soothe our senses and our soul. We sat on our leopard three seater chair in front of the enormous window, thunder bellowing the dark clouds closer, her long legs intertwined in mine while her feet were pressed upon the window to become part of the splendrous view; while sipping, reflecting, allowing our minds to flow freely as it may to carry us away. Interruptions of audible thoughts would spew out; sometimes just a nod was given in return as if mulling over what was just said, the slow type of nod as if each syllable is sinking into our deepest parts as the rain drops that were approaching for yet another wet afternoon would drench the soil. Some was just meaningless chatter like the weather and can we believe it is raining for the fortieth day in a row or whatever came to mind.  I have upon my coffee table a box of antique papers typed each one with a verse of poetry or food for thought to ponder upon. My daughter in almost one fluid movement was back snuggled in with this box in her lap and was reading a card she had selected. We would take turns choosing a card then reading, then as she reached for another card I whispered, "wait Boo" as if my hushed tone had reverenced this moment. I said what do you think that meant? I explained to her I bet we would have totally different meanings but we could each draw from the others perspective as in life itself. Later that day I saw on her Instagram post a picture of the following quote that she had picked up and read but we didn't discuss, however; she stated how much she liked this but my lingering desire is to know what fueled her passion in this statement. It read the following quote by Ray Bradbury, "We are all cups, constantly and quietly being filled, the trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out." 

Later that night I was up late piddling around the house, I have a room in my Home that is my most favorite room. It is very small and tightly filled with all things lovely to me. One of my best friends says it reminds her of Claire; my baby Daughter that passed away, which makes this room even more enchanting. It is tucked up higher in the house and you have to go through a closet we call it my Secret Room but it is liken to when I went parasailing in the Gulf and as they allowed me to float higher it was as if I passed that sound barrier, I liken this room to that. I am always changed when I leave this room I have my one cup coffeemaker that is stocked with various choices of beverages in there and I just invite and allow myself to be inspired. I went to bed that night thinking of that quote and I thought what in life do we drink in without quenching that thirst or cry out for as in the deepest craving left unsatisfied? I find it extremely exhilarating that one of the synonyms for crave is Dream. Coincidence? Oh I think not! I have people tell me that read my blog that they haven't allowed themselves to Dream much I tell them my Mom raised me to "listen to my body" it tells you when you are craving something, feed it; just all in moderation she would add.  At fifty I still go get that drumstick from Popeyes and dill pickle when I am sick as she would get for me when I was young because oddly enough it is what I craved; however the healing properties are something more for it feeds my soul and my inner core is renewed and invigorated for I have fed my deepest parts and it is satisfied. 

I believe when we are real with ourselves we are quietly filling our cups; our innermost parts that are dwelling deep and cannot be brought to life without being poured out. Think for a moment of that last craving you had, whether it was at midnight or midday, no matter how many substitutions you parade before that Dream or craving you might settle for pacifying  but only that one thing will do the trick. Often times I will be in utter disgust why didn't I just eat that one thing that I wanted instead,  I went around the world trying to give it something else? This craving is here to call you to be filled so in turn you will master the trick as in the quote and learn how to tip your cup over and all of your truest (stuff) will pour out causing those around you to be inspired and filled themselves beautifully.  When we hold back or lack the mastery of tipping our cup by spewing things that in essence are not our truest selves it left those around you dissatisfied same principal applies, why do we skim the foam off the top and pour our surface layer out to those around us when they were created with the craving of your deepest undertones. Why do we hold back in essence stifling out our own Dreams? I believe the "trick" that Ray Bradbury spoke of is us owning our Dreams and desires in such a way that we not only embrace but move in this force like a magnetic field. Even though I haven't captured all that my Heart and Soul drives me towards, my movement needs to be fluid embodied in this Hope of achieving then and only then will that passion spew forth as a busted pipe to inspire and intoxicate those around me to crave their truest parts be filled.  Just as our body will reject when we try to subside its longing for something else for it is deep imbedded when you crave, some of crave's other synonyms are the following desired intensely, cried out for, ached for, hungered for, itched for, longed for, pined for, thirsted for and yearned for. The Wonderment of Life is to live with all of our beings acting in the trueness and openness of our souls giving our Hearts in all we do that is when our words will spring to life as if resuscitated to those you meet that might have needed who and what you have to give. As you will see in this video in the very end, live out loud what drives you and see it's powerful impact. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PT4ryVop_Fc