As I pause Pixie posting for cold recovery, here’s a little quote someone else wrote:
“If you choose to follow the path of your dreams, commit yourself to it. Accept your path.” – Maktub
As far I knew, Maktub was a hip-hop, blues, soul & funk band based in Seattle led by the incomparable Reggie Watts. I’ve got no energy to explore but lookie there, the website tells us a tip:
1996
Reggie Watts reads The Alchemist, stumbles across the phrase “maktub”.
Love & light to you all!
It seems someone wants me out of bed, Pixie posting at 6:30 a.m. this Sunday morning; The artiste’ in me knows, you can’t argue with inspiration.
Last night, I went to product paradise, otherwise known as Ricky’s. Being more Buddhist in my approach to accoutrement, I’ve been trying for less buying of late. I know, Yoda, there is no try but the insatiable appetite inside can be hard to ignore. This time, however, my mop called out for the creamy crop as I’m down to my last drop of the sample-sized stuff. (Thanks, Camino Real, for keeping me coiffed!)
There amongst it all, I found the willpower to skip the pretty OPI polish, so many soaps, scents & sexy stockings. I bought one beautiful new bottle & a pack of Dentyne Ice ice baby. Pausing to don my favorite “furgora” Kangol cap before escaping into the chilly night air, I saw the sign. Sitting there, at eye level, was the coolest collection of holiday cards. My favorite was this:
Living far from the mountaintop monastery, it’s not always gonna be easy to be Zen. How we respond to the tough stuff, though, is what matters most. A peaceful Pixie, I snapped this shot & took off to the movies. Sometimes, it’s what you don’t buy that gives the biggest thrill.
Overlooking much of Manhattan, I enjoyed an incredible, oh-so-edible Thanksgiving in a room with two views. Betsy & I soaked up the sweet sensation of magnificent men inside Bruce & Ed’s swanky new pad. I’m getting used to this having open, intimate experiences with the opposite sex thing & can’t get enough of it. A perfect mix of metaphysical musings & pop culture convos, the entire day kept this Pixie peaceful, pleased & prepared to be prosperous.
Between courses, I read others’ Angel cards, we listened to the poignant poem, Forever No More, by Mary J. Blige, designed our dream men & homes & read from Marianne Williamson’s book Illuminata. Encouraging each other to dream bigger than big was free & easy in this awake atmosphere.
So thanks to Bruce & Ed for being the hosts with the most & for sharing your wonderful friends, Dennis, Hamilton & Danny, with us. Betsy & I salute you for being shining examples of the kind of men we want more of in our lives. & we’re betting our boots they come in the straight sort too.
Taking the A Train home later last night, I read on in Illuminata. This part resonated with where I am on my Pixie path:
“Our environment now threatens us as we have threatened it…acid rain singes the Earth as hatred singes the soul. Only spirit can handle the heat…Only love can handle the heat…Hatred itself is the cancer that threatens the survival of the species. The only antidote is spiritual. The only medicine is love.”
I kicked my own cancer’s ass. Now it’s time to take on the world’s!
Be blessed & grateful, my dears, & let love rule. Right, Lenny?
While I won’t be in Seattle sitting across from sweet, small faces this year, I will be “home” for the holiday. I emerged from the subway station tonight, feeling a little lonely but that didn’t last long. Looking up at the art deco buildings and down the tree-lined street that runs through my new neighborhood, the gratitude welled up in my heart. “I’m happier than I’ve even been in my life,” I said to myself, picking up the pace. I bounded towards the local corner store and once inside, exchanged hellos with the hot Dominican dude stocking the shelves. Nope, there’s no place I’d rather be.
I’ll miss Pixiepa’s annual “Gratitude Assignment,” though, and wonder tonight what it’ll be this year. So far, we’ve all named one (yes, one, Mark) inanimate object, teacher, neighbor and extended relative for which we are eternally grateful. I still think about you, dear fireplace, and hope your crackle’s keeping another girl warm this year.
For now, I’ll answer with a long list of things I am especially thankful for today:
There are plenty more, but the Pixie loves her #8 so shall stop right there. I’m cooking away for tomorrow and couldn’t ask for better boys to spend T-Day with this year. I hope Pixiepa calls to play me his radio gobbling, circa 1986. But if not, I’m pretty sure I remember all the words.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and blessings for family, fun and flying as high as possible. And remember,
When it’s over, I want to say: All my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
Me too, Mary, me too!
Alone in the office today, I was as cheesy as I wanted to be. So, “thanks,” iTunes & 181.fm “The Heart”, for giving me non-stop sappy songs. Never before ready for my man to show his sexy face, I’ve now taken to embodying the wonderful, warm feeling of knowing he’s already been broughten. The details of “our story” are enfolding as I sing & the boss can thank his lucky little stars that he missed my karaoke concert!
For more on bringing your intuition to fruition, see Laura Day’s book, The Circle. It’s a winner & if you’re a NYC local, see for yourself at her next event listed here.
I worked along to some fine numbers today like the ever iconic Barry White’s You’re My First, My Last, My Everything & Bryan Adams’ eternal question Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman? But my personal fave was Peter Cetera’s Glory of Love mostly because it reminded me of Pixiesis’ Baltimore City College senior song & that first Castle burned so brightly into our high school hearts.
From my swiveling seat, I said loud & proud to my yet-to-be-determined one, “God bless the broken road that led me straight to you.” – Rascal Flatts
And, honey, I’m ready, willing & able for you to throw those cards on my table. But I know that whenever it works out, it’ll be perfect!
Can I get an “Amen” brothers & sisters?
On this splendid Saturday, please check out my beloved bOOb Lady, Elisabeth Squires on Evening Magazine. She’s the breast of the Northwest!
http://www.king5.com/video/index.html?z=y&nvid=185963&shu=1
& remember, her book, bOObs: A Guide to Your Girls, makes an excellent gift for the lovely ladies in your life.
That’s right, folks, despite being on this side of Turkey Day, it’s beginning to look a lot like Xmas out there. I, for one, am feeling festivus for the rest of us already. Are you?
An Iowa girl by birth, I’ve got no burning desire to be by Barack’s side there. But perhaps some of you clamor for your first cruise through corn country? The spotlight shines so rarely on this hub of the heartland & darn it, it deserves all the attention it gets. If you’re backing my boy, read on to see what David’s offering for a donation today:
Jennifer –
Barack is headed back to Iowa, and you could join him.
Supporters like you have been making online donations all week to eliminate a day of traditional fundraising events and phone calls from Barack’s calendar and send him back to Iowa to talk to voters.
So here’s the deal: if we can actually do this, it’s your day.
If we’re able to raise $850,000 over the Internet this week, one donor and a guest will join Barack on the campaign trail.
You and your guest could be part of the day you helped reclaim from traditional fundraising with your online donation. We’ll cover your travel, and you’ll see first hand what’s so special about Barack’s time in Iowa.
Make another donation::
https://donate.barackobama.com/reclaimaday
You’ve generously supported this campaign in the past, and I know you understand how much of a difference it makes to raise this money in a different way.
By raising a few dollars from thousands of individual supporters, we’re able to meet our financial goals while freeing up Barack’s time to spend with voters in the early states that will decide our nominee.
We’re also working together to change the broken political process that requires candidates to spend so much of their time raising money.
Make another donation now and you could join Barack in Iowa:
https://donate.barackobama.com/reclaimaday
Thanks for your ongoing support,
David
David Plouffe
Campaign Manager
Obama for America
You gotta pay, you gotta pay to win!
A colleague’s life partner died suddenly of an aneurysm yesterday. As my friends closer to the situation deal with the devastating news, I feel compelled to do my Pixie part. So, here I am, reminding you that now may be the only moment you’ve got.
Any of us – young, old, healthy, sick, agile or clumsy – could suffer from equipment failure or go in some strange Six Feet Under situation. You just never know. But have no fear, my dears. Instead let’s pause for a pledge to get busy living!
I stumbled upon this quote recently in The Sun,
You know of the disease called “sleeping sickness.” There also exists a sleeping sickness of the soul. Its most dangerous aspect is that one is unaware of its coming. That is why you have to be careful. As soon as you notice the slightest sign of indifference, the moment you become aware of the loss of a certain seriousness, of longing, of enthusiasm and zest, take it as a warning. Your soul suffers from living superficially.”
Part of my personal post-Cancer process has included dealing with the pre-diagnosis “death” of my own enthusiasm for life. While I don’t blame the old me for living the only way she knew how, I’m sure sorry she had to learn the hard way to wake the heck up. The gratitude in my new attitude keeps the pep in my step pretty well. But today, more than usual, I’ll remember to smell the subway, send love to my peeps & dig deep into those dreams. I hope you will too.
Live large, my lovelies, & stay zestfully awake from sea to shining sea!
Seems the subway gods want us to remember to think big, kids. Last Saturday, I saw this one on my way to Coney Island:
& this morning, a quote came from none other than James Dean,
“Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today.” He outta know, eh?
Enjoy those magical moments but let the big stuff simmer away today!
