Follow your bliss...

I felt an instant connection with her.  Anyone who says, we're going to follow our dreams..."  had me at, Hello.  When i arrived at their place, we immediately picked-up where our phone conversation left off.  Two chatty cathy's going a mile a minute.  No subject off-limits.  All ideas welcome.  As easy as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day.  I was totally intrigued by their story.  Here it is:

Man, I LOVE my job!

Beautiful, elegant and youthful she met him in Florida while on vacation. 

She was living in Colorado at the time; he France.  They spent the entire evening chatting, laughing and deepening a new friendship.

Their first date was in France.  Right?!  That's what i call putting your best foot forward.  He, sent her a plane ticket.  She, meet his whole family...including his mom.  She knew he was 'the one' and was fairly certain he felt the same.

  From that certainty emerged a precious gift;

 So full of energy and high-antics.  It was a fast moving photo shoot - to say the least;)

  

Preciousness personified;

a truly remarkable little spirit with a delightfully wicked personality;

They planted her placenta in this garden;

" I love the way he loves me." She says, to me. 

I can tell...

 

A family that dreams together; stays together. 

 

And, now they are off to pursue their other love - yoga.  It's their dream to open a yoga studio.  A place for people to: relax, relate and release.  I wish them the best of luck moving forward into the unknown. 

 Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.

Joseph Campbell

 P.S.: And, just so you know i remember...i would fly to France to shoot your new spot in a heartbeat.  Just say the word...bird;)

Until next time....

One must live; not just exist

Wake-up and live

My desire is to live...

How do you want to live?

Hand-to-heart

Mother's day is always a bittersweet day for me; this one is no exception.  All last week i couldn't shake it.  It was like i was Eeyore.  No matter what i did or tried to do - i couldn't shake the little grey dark cloud that seemed to stay with me following me around from here to there.  Everywhere... 

And finally it hit me.  Literally.  I was driving.  The music was loud.  My sun-roof open.  Windows rolled down.  I was enjoying the feel of the wind against my skin about to make a left turn when I saw something or someone who reminded me of my mother and i just lost it...

I immediately start to talk myself down.  It doesn't help.  Didn't help.  Never helps. But still, i try.  Hand-to-heart i try:

 I know it's been soooo long.  I knoooow you've been really good.  I know you just miss her.  I know it's been forever since you've seen her and you just want to see her...sigh...forever's a mighty long time i remind myself...keep going...

I remember meeting forever when i joined 'the club' 5 years ago.  In honor of my sweet mother,  i dedicate this entry to her and all the other mother's i know.  It is with deep gratitude and appreciation that i say thank you because there's another 'forever club' - i had the privilege of joining it 4 years ago...

Motherhood is a club.

Once you're inducted your membership lasts forever.

In accepting the responsibility of motherhood

we are all forced to acknowledge our place in the circle of life

and in doing so pay tribute to our elders, who came before us

and helped create and shape the path we now walk.

Today,  this Mother's day, take time to celebrate

and honor

the people you love.

Express something essential

and illuminate those things

that give life meaning.

 These acts honor the individual

 and at the very center celebrate the moments that create who we are.

Hand-to-heart...

For me, no matter what I say or what I do, the truth.
...i just  really, really, really miss my mother.

Until next time...

Wonder

"Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content." ~Helen Keller

Surviving is important; Thriving is elegant

Surviving is important; Thriving is elegant.  -Maya Angelou

Dwell

Dwell in the possibilities.  

Emily Dickerson