A morsel

It’s already the middle of February. I can hardly process the idea of that, let alone get excited about it. The single hint of Winter we received actually left me wanting more - and anyone who knows me will appreciate the irony of this. I am always cold. But I figure, if I’m going to be in combat - with layers and space heaters as my corps - it might as well be 100% of the season: blanketed with snow, our overactive lives muffled and our perspectives moved even closer to magic itself. Alas, my continental position and our globe’s warming will probably avail me no such wonders. In fact, we’ve already moved on to tornadoes in Oklahoma.

Here, there and everywhere

I haven’t written in a while, as my friend Julie pointed out. I don’t know, I guess I’ve been processing more than out-putting – and bumming at bit, too - but I also wanted that last post to linger. I subscribe whole-heartedly to the… (idea, philosophy?) of manifestation and co-creation. Actually, I don’t think the word “subscribe” is appropriate… and “believer” doesn’t fit, either - or you could say they both fit, in different ways. It is my reality. My appreciation and practice is based on consistent experiences of success, and I am ever thankful for the knowing. I am more continually balanced, inspired and joyful than ever. The nectar of life sustains me. I loved pulling up my blog: grounded with its black background and illuminated with colors I selected to best represent me, to see a highlighted picture of my smart car. It just made me giddy – and this ignites the process, as well as brightens my spirit. Did any of you have a Lite Bright when you were little? It just struck me that my page looks a lot like one :)

In this time of economic “crisis”, I'm compelled to consider the how’s and why’s of the situation’s existence. Sure, you can fault creditors, corporations, politicians – anyone, really - and find logistical reasons we’re here (overspending, overlending, greed, war); but ultimately, it’s a result of mass consciousness – or lack thereof. Go deeper. What are the basic, emotional and social misinterpretations that have led each of us to participate? No one is exempt – not me, not you; and if you’re having a negative response to my suggestion that you’re a contributor, I even more strongly attest that you are. But keep moving! We all now also have the wonderful opportunity to address these indicators of imbalance and get back to our truths. Love, compassion, purity and wholeness – these are our birthrights. It is the confusions of wealth, need, separation and dividedness that echo from our personal lives into all of humanity – so let’s get to the core and adjust!

While I agree that it is important to learn about and from the situation, by perhaps listening to radio or watching the news – it is of GREAT importance to choose your sources carefully, and monitor your intake. In fact, even the use of the word “crisis” to describe our standing can be re-evaluated to a positive. When you hear this word, it may momentarily inflict panic or stress – woe or depression; but even Webster can provide realignment:

cri·sis : the turning point for better or worse in an acute disease or fever

“Turning point”… “better” OR “worse”! It may seem simplistic or unrealistic, to think that your decision to focus personally will impact society as a whole – but I assure you, it will. Choose “better”! Use the bottom of the pool to push off and accelerate ever so rapidly to the surface. Just because we’re experiencing years of residual thoughtlessness, IT IS NOT NECESSARY THAT IT TAKE THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME – OR MORE – TO EVOLVE! Surely, our status is acute – but we obviously needed it to be so, in order affect profound change. Any and everything you can do to intentionally realign yourself and your environment will result in ripples of positive affect.

Take time. Give thanks. Be gentle – with yourself and others. Know that you are safe.

Choose love.

Introducing: my new car!*

I test drove the smart fortwo passion coupe this past weekend, and it's done - it's mine*.

(Well, not in conventional terms - it's still with the company - but we're all anxiously awaiting the union :))

She's completely black, with leather interior and heated seats (yum!) Her design is clever and concious, and exactly what I want to drive about - representative of so many of the ideals I believe are attainable and neccessary.

I think she'll look especially stunning with my business logo across her hood or tail - perhaps in removeable magnetics...

Health and wealth are ours to have and share - and although I don't know the in-betweens, I don't have to! I am already grateful for her.

*gently and carefree

Slagle script ii

On an icy, winter afternoon, Chad returns to the apartment, after getting his boots from the truck.

C: Yep, I had them tucked between the cab and bed. Your dad would be proud. Now he’ll know you married a redneck.

J’s Dad has made multiple mention of his opinion that boots placed in such fashion is absurd.

J: He already knew that.

C: I’m not a redneck.

J: Yes you are.

C: No, I’m a hillbilly. There’s a difference. Hillbillies make a conscious choice to live a certain way. Rednecks don’t know any better.

He continues: I don’t do redneck things like watch Nascar.

Pause.

J: Your mother watches Nascar.

C: I’m not my mother.

J. bites her tongue, working to formulate a response.
As we’ve seen in other entries, it’s all about the last word.

J (laughing): You’re a redbilly!

Remote blog, 1-27-09

Another benefit of working in education is snow days – and I’m experiencing my first. For all the times I’ve bemoaned my post, as I sit here and type this entry, it all seems worth it. My husband just topped off my tea, I’m bundled in my buttery robe, and my puppies are nestled in a row on the futon.

One would expect the world to be a little quieter, today. Yet on Ingram Road, the sounds of winter are actually more pronounced: the crunch of icy tundra underfoot, the hoards of birds scavenging for seed. It is now only noon, and our feeders have been emptied twice since yesterday evening. My brother called, anxious to hear of our site’s newfound beauty; but it was refreshing to report that I find it no more stunning today than any other Tuesday.

My mind wanders, searching for a topic to write about; and this lack of momentum seems befitting of the day.

The past weekend found me again perusing the classifieds, seeking next employment. The two most important qualities I’m looking for in a position are 1. Opportunity for advancement/growth and 2. Ability to affect my income. Since relocating to Oklahoma, I’ve considered returning to school for Architecture or Chiropractic. Although entirely different industries, both professions deal with matters I find to be of great importance: (sustainable) design and (alternative) health. Unseen to me before this typing, however, is the commonality of structure that they share. Hmm… this is surely an insight, and I look forward to further understanding.

At this point, however, I choose to follow a route that will not result in tens of thousands of dollars worth of debt; so… what? And how?

(4PM)
I just watched The Secret, and have been reminded to leave those questions with the Universe. My work is to specify what I want, believe it is already secured and FEEL its existence. The “how’s” are best left to that more expansive than my human mind. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the experiences and tools I have that realign me with the Greater Good!

Hot chocolate now warms my mug, and the last episode of the John Adams series is poised for playing in our laptop. What a wonderful day!

pho·tog·ra·phy: the art or process of producing images by the action of RADIANT ENERGY

THIS is why I should never run late for work, or or even just be on time - talk about radiant!

It's inevitable that something simplistically or magnificently gorgeous, unusual or wonderfully so will catch my eye as I'm en route to one place or another. There's not always alot of opportunity for choice composition - many times, I'm hard pressed to find a place to pull over; and I admit I've even stopped IN the street on occassion - but our little point & shoot Canon has helped me document quite a few moments of wonder, and nicely.

I've started carrying the camera in my bag, in hopes of having it more consistently available; but there've been multiple occassions when I grabbed minimal accessories for a quick trip here or there, and been pained to find myself without it. I'm getting better, but hope to make its companionship second nature and create a healthy photo repertoire of my life and loves.

I've ebbed and flowed with my interest in photography. I took a class in college, have found varying subject matters of interest, preferred black & white over color - then abandoned preference, and even went through a phase where I found photos of people disturbing. What I'd really like now is a great zoom and ability to manipulate light. I'd also love to explore marrying my kinship with birds and this creative outlet.

And I'd like the days' 24H to start when I get up.

The season of Jenny

Although I spend hours on a computer, at work - and have very little actual work to occupy those hours - I've found it difficult, of late, to produce anything personal on a keyboard. That's not to say I've been indulging in brush strokes or other creative methods, however - and the static causes me to wonder... what's happening?

Often, such lulls are indicative of an incubation of sorts - and I supposed this could be the case, presently. We're in a holding period, on the place in OKC - so I don't feel able to go "full gusto" for things there (lest Murphy step in and execute his Law), but at the same time am neither willing to pour myself into things in Shawnee. The latter is most certainly a self-preservation tactic, preparing myself to leave the lake - and although not completely abandoning them, allowing our dreams that we have planted there to lie dormant for a season or two.

I've had some interesting insights in the past couple of days, so am confident I'm not in an ultimate state of confusion - energetically blocked from Source - but the able, vibrant flow of life has felt somewhat restricted at times. I am dedicating time this week and weekend to personal maintenance, recognizing many of the methods (chiropractic and massage) overdue.

I promise to make another entry this week, even if only to exercise my unwillingness to go dormant, myself.