Magical Musings Monday – Looking for Love.

man with binocularsLooking for love in all the right places? Are you looking for exactly the right person at exactly the right time? Are you looking for that one special person that will make everything perfect?  If you are – good luck with that.

I’ve always been interested in relationships, and romance and have spent much of my adult life studying personal relationships in everyday life, watching to see what works and what doesn’t. In other words, I watch people and listen to what they say and watch what they do. I’ve seen people create romance, which leads to relationships, which can lead to a lot of places.

Are you looking, OR are you creating?

You can look and look and look, and maybe you’ll find, and maybe you won’t. The fastest and best way to experience anything, whether it be romance, joy, happiness or love, yes especially love, is to create. You create it and then you have it. Quick, easy, simple.

Oh, but I hear you say, it’s not so quick, easy or simple. I can’t do that, I don’t know how. There’s a saying, If you think you can’t, you’re probably right!

So, what are you thinking? If you think it’s hard, you’re right. If you think it’s easy, because after all, love is all around us, you’re right. You get to choose. Now isn’t that good news?

Don’t get me wrong. I feel your pain, your frustration. I’ve been there and have even been known to re-visit my own private hell.  Thankfully these days I keep my visits short. It doesn’t take much suffering to remind me that’s not a place I want to dwell. Makes me want to break into song….

Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell, it’s down at the end of lonely street, at heart-break hotel.

How do you create romance? Are you open and receptive to receiving love? Are you really? The best way to find a friend, is to be a friend. Be the one who says HI when someone new walks in the door. Don’t worry about results, don’t even think about results, just think about being friendly. And if the other person chooses not to be friendly, no sweat, no problems. Don’t take it personally. They don’t know you well enough for it to be personal. It really is them, not you. So let it go – and keep going.

You want to create romance? Start small and be a friend.  Be friendly and watch. And stay open and receptive to creating the best you can be.

Enjoy always, T


Inspiration, old or new.

I don’t really surf the net.  For me, it’s more like cruising, slowly. I can sit for two hours and accomplish what someone younger or just more tech savvy could do in twenty minutes.

Recently, I cruised upon an older blog site called;

The Great Women Series – Uncommon words of wisdom from bestselling authors, artists, athletes, scientists, survivors, healers and shining spirits.

Yes, it really, it said all that!

The last post was dated August 8, 2011. I spent a good deal of time reading over a number of the interviews posted on the site. I was also sad to see that the owner/author chose to end her series, it was really pretty good. She had some great insightful, interesting interviews with some awesome women.

But then, I thought, regardless of when these stories were posted, they still held value and had the power to inspire. How cool that they were there for me to cruise upon. How often do we cruise upon the latest page of a blog, give it a 30 second look-see and then keep on cruising? Lots, I bet. However. . .

Inspiration is timeless.

Many great writer and thinkers have come before us, each with their wisdom to share. And hopefully there will be many more to come.

And one of the really great things about the internet is the opportunity to stumble upon a few gems from time to time. I’ve learned so much from the many visitors who have stopped by my blog and in turn I have gone on to visit theirs. It’s a grand sharing experience.

I  just wanted to pass this along, because it inspired me. And sometimes all we need is a little inspiration, old or new.

Blessing to you, and Enjoy NOW, because if you can enjoy now, you can enjoy always, T

Please excuse my sore ass.

Warning: This blog is rated “M” for mature and “R” for raunchy. DO NOT read any further if you are easily offended. However, IF you are easily offended, I have to wonder what the blaze you’re doing here, but let me explain…

I’m very sorry to report that I’m a sore ass, or excuse me, I should say I have a sore ass. As much as I would like to deny that statement, for the moment, it’s true.

My day started out all well and good until I decided I needed to run to catch the next BART train. Suddenly, unexpectedly and with horribly bad timing, my right hip gave out. Boom, I could hardly walk, forget about running.

I’ve heard old age is a bitch. I can confirm, she’s also a painful bitch. I do not consider myself a pain wimp, but this does not feel good. (I am a cold wimp, yes, but not pain.)

This pain in my ass, I mean, this hip pain has caused me to do something I have not done in many, many months. I called and made a doctor’s appointment. However my doctor cannot see me until Friday afternoon. Who knows, by then I may not need her assistance. If I’m lucky, this too shall pass and the pain may be gone by then, in which case I will cancel said appointment and carry on.

Unfortunately I have rather limited faith in doctors. Far too often I’ve heard, “There’s nothing we can do, you’re just getting old.” At which point I would really like to slap them with my birth certificate, but I don’t. I’m afraid of breaking the ancent stone tablet. I’d also be concerned about being accused of elder abuse, except I just found out that Elder Abuse is not some done by me – it’s something done to me. Until now I always called it. . . on second thought, never mind what I called it.

I know this blog post makes very little sense. Perhaps it’s because my ass is in control today and she’s not in a good mood.

And I know, a sore ass isn’t very romantic. Maybe I’ll have better luck on another day. For now, I’m trying my best to Look for the Good and to Enjoy Always, T

Occupy this.

I’m taking a break from the subject of romance, and other things to bring you this interesting perspective on the Occupy Movement. I couldn’t have said it better myself, so I’ll let Marybeth Hicks say it for me. Thank you and take it away Marybeth…

Finally, someone has explained the “occupy protest.” And very well. 

A great article by  Marybeth Hicks.

Call it an occupational hazard, but I can’t look at the Occupy Wall Street protesters without thinking, “Who parented these people?”

As a culture columnist, I’ve commented on the social and political ramifications of the  “movement” – now known as “OWS” – whose fairyland agenda can be summarized by one of their placards: “Everything for everybody.”

Thanks to their pipe-dream platform, it’s clear there are people with serious designs on  “transformational” change in America who are using the protesters like bedsprings in a brothel.

Yet it’s not my role as a commentator that prompts my parenting question, but rather the fact that I’m the mother of four teens and young adults.  There are some crucial life lessons that the protesters’ moms clearly have not passed along.

Here, then, are five things the OWS protesters’ mothers should have taught their children but obviously didn’t, so I will:

* Life isn’t fair. The concept of justice – that everyone should be treated fairly – is a worthy and worthwhile moral imperative

on which our nation was founded.  But justice and economic equality are not the same. Or, as Mick Jagger said,
“You can’t always get what you want.”No matter how you try to “level the playing field,” some people have better luck, skills, talents or connections that land them in better places. Some seem to have  all the advantages in life but squander them, others play the modest hand they’re dealt and make up the difference in hard work and perseverance, and some find jobs on Wall Street and eventually buy houses in the  Hamptons .  Is it fair?  Stupid question.
* Nothing is “free.”  Protesting with signs that seek “free” college degrees and “free” health care make you look like idiots, because colleges and hospitals don’t operate on rainbows and sunshine.  There is no magic money machine to tap for your meandering educational careers and “slow paths” to adulthood, and the 53 percent of taxpaying Americans owe you neither a degree nor an annual physical.While I’m pointing out this obvious fact, here are a few other things that are not free: overtime for police officers and municipal workers, trash hauling, repairs to fixtures and property, condoms, Band-Aids and the food that inexplicably appears on the tables in your makeshift protest kitchens.  Real  people with real dollars are underwriting your civic temper tantrum.

* Your word is your bond.  When you demonstrate to eliminate student loan debt, you are  advocating precisely the lack of integrity you decry in others.  Loans are made based on solemn promises to repay them. No one forces you to borrow money; you are free to choose educational pursuits that don’t require loans, or to seek technical or vocational training that allows you to support yourself and your ongoing educational goals. Also, for the record, being a college student is not a state of victimization. It’s a privilege that billions of young people around the globe would die for – literally.

* A protest is not a party. On Saturday in New York , while making a mad dash from my cab to the door of my hotel to avoid you, I saw what isn’t evident in the newsreel footage of your demonstrations: Most of you are doing this only for attention and fun. Serious people in a sober pursuit of social and political change don’t dance jigs down Sixth  Avenue like attendees of a Renaissance festival. You look foolish, you smell gross, you are clearly high and you don’t seem to realize that all around you are people who deem you irrelevant.

* There are  reasons you haven’t found jobs.

The truth? Your tattooed necks, gauged ears, facial piercings and dirty dreadlocks are off-putting. Nonconformity for the  sake of nonconformity isn’t a virtue. Occupy reality: Only 4 percent of  college graduates are out of work. If you are among that 4 percent, find a  mirror and face the problem. It’s not them. It’s you.
Marybeth Hicks is a weekly columnist for the The Washington Times and editor of Family Events, a weekly e-newsletter and blog site for women from the publishers of Human Events. She is the author of Don’t Let the Kids Drink the Kool-Aid: Confronting the Left’s Assault on Our Families, Faith, and Freedom (Regnery Publishers, 2011), Bringing up GEEKS: How to Protect Your Kid’s Childhood in a Grow-up-too-fast World (Penguin/Berkley, 2008) and The Perfect World Inside My Minivan–One Mom’s Journey Throu gh the Streets of Suburbia (Faith Publishing, 2006).

Are you looking good, or just good looking?

An old friend of mine used to say; “She’s not good looking, but she’s sure looking good.”

If I don’t look in the mirror I forget how old I am – and how old I look. Which is a good thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bad looking, I’m just not good looking either, or at least not as good looking as I would like. I figure that holds true for most – maybe all of us. We all fret and worry over our looks. That’s why the fashion and cosmetics industry is so HUGH.

But on a day when I’m being nice to myself, and I’m having a good hair day (like today), I think I look grand.

However – that is not what this post is about, believe it or not.

It’s about looking for good and  feeling young, young at heart. It’s about how we feel and how we see, not how we look (at least not looking-glass look).

I’m reaching a time in my life when I have some good days and some not so good days and some that are so much better. But for the most part – most of the time – I’m a happy person. It is my preferred state of being. Kind of like being healthy. I like being healthy. I also like being happy. I’ve tried the alternatives and I’m sticking with healthy and happy.

It’s hard to feel healthy when you’re sick, really sick. Reality has a way of being….well, real. It’s also hard to feel happy when you’re not. But it is possible to know that;  

This too shall pass.

A few years ago, [yes K, I know it was more than a few years ago, but for now let’s stick with] a few years ago I had a “procedure’ that resulted in recovery time and a great deal of pain for a couple of days. My darling daughter came to my aid to help me as I wallowed in my pain progressed through recovery. At one point, as I’m curled up on the sofa, my stomach clenching with cramps, she said, “Don’t worry, Mom, this too shall pass.” It was grand.

Her simple words cheered my heart more than she might have known. Her optimistic outlook brightened my day and warmed my heart. Other body parts were still feeling the pain, but my heart was light and happy. And it had nothing to do with the pain meds.

She – of course – was right. The pain passed, the procedure was a success, and life soon was good again. Not that life had ever really been bad, not really, but now I was once again plugged into the neon light and could actually see the good.

Which brings me to my point…When we look for the good, we find the good. If you don’t believe me, look in the bible… Seek and ye shall find. Which really means, look for the good and ye shall find the good. Converstly, if ye seek the bad, ye shall find the bad, so it’s all a matter of where you’re looking. Me – I’d rather look for the good.

How about you? I’m hoping you’ll go out and have a good looking day.

Enjoy always, T