Saturday January 26, 2008
As the end of the first month of 2008 approaches, I thought I would say a few words. I chose the colour red for a reason: I wanted to get the New Year off to a great start and I think I have succeeded. Check it out:
· Angelo and I completed a 14-day cleanse from January 7-14. We were raw for the first week, and vegetarian for the remainder. We both felt fantastic! I noticed a huge increase in my energy and mental clarity.
· We went without alcohol from January 2-20, when we ‘broke our fast’ with our good neighbours, Karin & Agathe, and shared a few glasses of red wine. At the time of this post we have not had any other alchohol.
· I planted a number of seeds that will hopefully germinate later on this spring:
o Recreation Complex, Powell River
o Green Initiative, NWCC
o Terrace Public Library
o Salt Spring Island Books
o Ministry of Agriculture & Lands
o Port Alberni
· I secured a new contract: working for the Tree Lady!!
Not bad for the first month of 2008! But just in case you think it was all smelling like roses, two local workshops (Jump Start your New Year and Rescue your Resolutions) had to be cancelled due to a lack of interest. C’est la vie.
P.S. Later on that evening:
Angelo has been busy listing items on EBay and I didn’t want to interrupt his flow (especially since I was the one who ‘reminded him’ that he said that he was going to do it this weekend…) so I had to keep myself occupied.
As many of you know, we don’t have a television and earlier this afternoon I finished yet another book so instead of lying down and closing my eyes (which I could easily have done), I finished entering all of my 2007 data into my master expense sheet.
Yes, here it is, not even the end of January, and I am 90% finished my income tax!
Now that’s a first!
Here’s an interesting observation:
Today is Sunday the 27th and I am anxious about changing my altar, even though I really have five nights and four more days in the month. I have already chosen the next colour and have been scouting around the apartment for items of that colour which would be appropriate for the altar.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
JANUARY = RED
RED: TO ANCHOR THE FREQUENCIES OF
MOTIVATION, ACTION & ACCOMPLISHMENT
In my mind I have a series of talks lined up for the first four months of 2008, some are further along in development than others. To be honest, some don’t even exist (outside of my mind that is). Unless you want to count the transmission of my vibe, my vibrational frequency across the air waves. Yeah, I think I want to count that transmission.
After almost four weeks of excess and gluttony (at least when it comes to rich desserts, fruity drinks and frequent meals) I am ready. I have hit the bottom. I can feel the roll of my stomach pressing against my blissfully comfortable stretch pants - you know, the ones women tend to wear out on coffee dates and as a result always look brand new?
Plus my sleep is all out of whack. I have lived up to my new nick name, the one afflicted by ‘sleep-a-bedes” (rhymes with diabetes, in case I forget). Add on the cups of coffee, champagne and Orange Juice and cheesecake, and I am losing the battle of self-discipline and self-regard.
Yup, time to quit cold turkey, turn over a new leaf. Start a new chapter in my life; unpeel another layer of the onion. About a month ago we purchased the kits from a health food store in Qualicuum. The kits now sit on the kitchen table, indicating by their silent presence, the upcoming dietary challenge and test of will power that waits.
Yup, you got it: a new year’s resolution. This year mine is quite involved, multi-layered if you will, so I won’t go into all of it now. But I crave structure, and markers of some kind, and this activity came as a surprise, from left field as they say. I’m going to exercise the artist in me by documenting a twelve-month photo diary.
Back to the issue of health & wellness. I have always said that it helps to reach rock bottom, because then there is no choice but to go back up. Not that I am really at rock bottom, by any means. But I am feeling particularly disgusted with my physical existence and prevailing mental fogg. And yes, I did mean to have two g’s there. Part of me would love to live up to the ‘alcoholic author’ stereotype, but I am too vain. I worry enough about my wrinkles and excess weight without drowning myself in drink.
So back to the red altar. The colour theme is red, so I quickly ran through our basement suite (mentally of course), and grabbed a total of six items. I have used my old, red waffle jersey as a fabric base, and moved my beautiful burgundy jewelry box and Asian flower tile to sit on top of the boxes.
In order to indicate that our success and accomplishment is very much a team effort, I have moved a tiny red pair of candles to the scene as well. From a row of books I plucked two red ribbons, one with speaker written on it and the other a toastmaster’s relic. As you can see, every item on the altar is red. Fire. I’m an Aries – this is looking good!
p.s. the other amazing revelation I had today was my plan to hold two, fundraising workshops in both Powell River and the Comox Valley. The workshops (and a percentage of the corresponding book sales) will go to Diane Lukera’s orphanage in Kakamega, Kenya. The workshop will be followed by a community wide, mega, weekend garage sale, with the themes of re-use, recycle and re-purpose.
That should help move me to a kosmo centric way of looking at the world :-)
After almost four weeks of excess and gluttony (at least when it comes to rich desserts, fruity drinks and frequent meals) I am ready. I have hit the bottom. I can feel the roll of my stomach pressing against my blissfully comfortable stretch pants - you know, the ones women tend to wear out on coffee dates and as a result always look brand new?
Plus my sleep is all out of whack. I have lived up to my new nick name, the one afflicted by ‘sleep-a-bedes” (rhymes with diabetes, in case I forget). Add on the cups of coffee, champagne and Orange Juice and cheesecake, and I am losing the battle of self-discipline and self-regard.
Yup, time to quit cold turkey, turn over a new leaf. Start a new chapter in my life; unpeel another layer of the onion. About a month ago we purchased the kits from a health food store in Qualicuum. The kits now sit on the kitchen table, indicating by their silent presence, the upcoming dietary challenge and test of will power that waits.
Yup, you got it: a new year’s resolution. This year mine is quite involved, multi-layered if you will, so I won’t go into all of it now. But I crave structure, and markers of some kind, and this activity came as a surprise, from left field as they say. I’m going to exercise the artist in me by documenting a twelve-month photo diary.
Back to the issue of health & wellness. I have always said that it helps to reach rock bottom, because then there is no choice but to go back up. Not that I am really at rock bottom, by any means. But I am feeling particularly disgusted with my physical existence and prevailing mental fogg. And yes, I did mean to have two g’s there. Part of me would love to live up to the ‘alcoholic author’ stereotype, but I am too vain. I worry enough about my wrinkles and excess weight without drowning myself in drink.
So back to the red altar. The colour theme is red, so I quickly ran through our basement suite (mentally of course), and grabbed a total of six items. I have used my old, red waffle jersey as a fabric base, and moved my beautiful burgundy jewelry box and Asian flower tile to sit on top of the boxes.
In order to indicate that our success and accomplishment is very much a team effort, I have moved a tiny red pair of candles to the scene as well. From a row of books I plucked two red ribbons, one with speaker written on it and the other a toastmaster’s relic. As you can see, every item on the altar is red. Fire. I’m an Aries – this is looking good!
p.s. the other amazing revelation I had today was my plan to hold two, fundraising workshops in both Powell River and the Comox Valley. The workshops (and a percentage of the corresponding book sales) will go to Diane Lukera’s orphanage in Kakamega, Kenya. The workshop will be followed by a community wide, mega, weekend garage sale, with the themes of re-use, recycle and re-purpose.
That should help move me to a kosmo centric way of looking at the world :-)
INTRODUCTION
Surrender to the reality: clutter of some sort, always surrounds us. Sitting in front of our fireplace (which we rarely use) are three cardboard boxes of binders, left over from a previous contract. Unused? Yes. Unopened? Yes. Clutter? Not necessarily.
While we waited for a new purpose to present itself, Angelo listed them on EBay. The idea was to turn our clutter into cash: to move the items out of the apartment and recoup some money at the same time. So far, no buyers. As it became clear that these binders were going to accompany me into the next year, and understanding that ‘what we resist persists', I decided to embrace them.
I was inspired by an e-newsletter which contained a simple chart of colours and their meanings with respect to altars. With this information, I decided to embark on a photo diary. I would create a monthly altar based what I am trying to attract in my life at that time. In addition, I would journal the process and capture any developments.
With the coming New Year I am feeling charged up, excited. I LOVE the New Year and exploit it shamelessly as a catalyst to move my life in a different direction.
In a split second I saw the tremendous benefit of having three boxes of unused binders stuck in my living room: I could turn them into an altar, and adorn it with items of colours that most closely corresponds to what I am trying to attract in my life.
Here goes.
While we waited for a new purpose to present itself, Angelo listed them on EBay. The idea was to turn our clutter into cash: to move the items out of the apartment and recoup some money at the same time. So far, no buyers. As it became clear that these binders were going to accompany me into the next year, and understanding that ‘what we resist persists', I decided to embrace them.
I was inspired by an e-newsletter which contained a simple chart of colours and their meanings with respect to altars. With this information, I decided to embark on a photo diary. I would create a monthly altar based what I am trying to attract in my life at that time. In addition, I would journal the process and capture any developments.
With the coming New Year I am feeling charged up, excited. I LOVE the New Year and exploit it shamelessly as a catalyst to move my life in a different direction.
In a split second I saw the tremendous benefit of having three boxes of unused binders stuck in my living room: I could turn them into an altar, and adorn it with items of colours that most closely corresponds to what I am trying to attract in my life.
Here goes.
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