gratitude // appreciation

on dreaming . . . and doing


What if you could do anything you wanted? There was paint. You had a blank wall, a room, hey a whole house?

Wow. There I stood in that, a whole house! Just up the hill from mine, one due to be demolished and, thanks to it’s visionary young owner given over to the community – to play! We walked in, there were marks of freedom, what-the-hecks and what-ifs everywhere.





But where to start? What to do? My boy knew, he went straight to the spray cans and the guy with the big mask showing how it was done. There were amazing colours up the stairs. A whole family were at one wall, the children all fingers, painting. Katharina had made her dream of a whole room black and her art class kids had trailed luminous fluorescent beings to creep all over it. I stood there, we had an hour . . .

Then I remembered it, the dream I’d had that morning. It’s the middle of winter, someone standing there and the words had come to me ‘drop your mantel’ (I’m dreaming half German now ;) she drops her heavy coat and glorious starbursts of colour beam from inside.

And there was the wall and there was the paint . . .



To act on our dreams is to show our willingness to trust our intuition, to strengthen our relationship with our deep heart's truth.

Pose a question, send a prayer, state your desire before sleeping and listen for the answer as you wake in the morning. Then act on it. That day.

Guess I'd been asking for clarity, on what to do next.

I want to be led by my heart but like growing any relationship, if it’s not invited, not heard and responded to, knowing will cease to speak.




Let your heart know it’s been heard. Show it. Hey, throw it a mini art party, or a what-the-heck big one, or just pull out a pen and write what it said.

With love

Let's keep asking. 
I'll start.
Tonight I pray for helpful words to write.



What have you been asking for?
What have you been hearing?
What did you do?





 Tell me, tell me, tell me do!

xxx 

Fank you Friday



Cos I'm not perfect

Cos I don't remember my own medicine sometimes 
Cos then I do some other times.

Today was one of those days
not a perfect day 
not a perfect progress
stumped
stuck 
circling
down

The I remembered 
then I got up
then I stepped out 
then I just
look up

Not a perfect tree
not a perfect leaf
not a perfect sky

Lots of holes
but the light
shines bright right through

Not a perfect day 
just a perfect moment.


And the words of Donald Neale Walsh fell through the space
God only sends me Angels
And everything was ok.


What medicine would you hear today?


thank you thursday



what can I say
pink shoes 
on young girls
glowing with possibility

just like those raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
brown paper packages tied up with string
these are a few of my favorite things . . .

so my young daughter asks me
will I be beautiful when I am 13
and I say everyone is beautiful when they are 13

I think I might say the same
if she asked about 60.

I'm thankful for the reminders of gratitude
and the magic of compassion
when you don't think you can
fake that self love till you make it.

The kind of compassion
that can give everyone another chance
when I can give that to myself
there is more hope
grown

And for the ones that are there
to remind me
my mentor, my fellows
and the Thursday calls

Thank you


What are you grateful for today?



Thank YOu Thursday

Even when it's Friday

To Danielle LaPorte for echoing in my mind  . . . Do what you say you're going to do!
Do what you say you're going to do! Do what you say you're going to do!
and all her other bold, beautiful and catalyst-ic starters.

For the long summer holidays and all their glorious sidetracking from big projects and their re-membering of the essence of life. Appreciation of the world around me, sharing time with people, reading, driving, being back in the sea, swimming in crystal rivers, walking on hot sand and cool forests, simply being, smiling, grateful.

Yep I wanna be grateful today for the sidetracking. For the wonderful sparkles that treasure the way be it those amazing silver flecked rocks along the Versachetal and the way we felt compelled with the others to play them into mini monuments. To all the mementos left as a magical trail the 'I wuz here' with it's gossamer thread to a someone and their muse. To the people who put statues in their gardens for me to see and flags and flowers and windwhirlers as I paddle by on the lake.

And to all the beautiful diversions I came across on in my virtual world that made me smile, that made me think, that made me connect and remember that I am enough and most especially that gratitude is the key even to allowing acknowledging and accepting those things that are also the bane of my progression like sidetracking and diversions. Gratitude makes them not wrong but a beautiful new colour - part of the kaleidoscope of me.

boy that was fun gratitude - I wanna start each day this way
try it - it'll make you smile

what would be your list today??


:) Kaye









thank you thursday



I'm still smiling from last night's full moon and lying in the grass with the most booming falling firework stars falling out of the sky like 'for real 3D' almost to my nose. :)

For the person who picked up my towel and left it hanging on the fence for me to find when I realized I must have dropped it on my way to the lake :)

For "The Help" I just watched now and the line something like "sometimes courage skips a generation - thank you for bringing it back to this family" the humility and the courage.

For the Bishop (ok don't have his link - just a random find) for reminding me and so many others "your harvest is white!" - you are it right now!

Looking forward to tomorrow and living from there!
and driving all the way to find the sea . . .

xxx

and to all of you who stop by to visit :)

unravel and fly




she was all tangled up
in her history
until
she chose to be grateful.
she chose to let go
and the string unfurled
as it might
and the string now holds a kite

here's to your dreams
your hopes
and all of the history they're built on


It was winter when I found the ball of tight and knotted stories. 
I thought I'd be enmeshed for days and months. Then as I allowed the bits to loosen up I thought they'd spread across the floor - forever more. But a big sigh let out and picked them up and we tied some bows and painted red and now they fly out front of me a part of all my stories thread.

How's your winter? A delicious time to go in deep and bundle up the lost bits, the rejected bits, the denied or the remembered. Bring them home. Hug them close. Allow them, acknowledge and accept them. Find a way to love them up into their higher calling. A little practical alchemy.

If you get stuck - call on a friend or a mentor to show you the gold that's always shining somewhere.

What's the piece of gold right now that's keeping you afloat?
Share it and shine up my day . . .

in gratitude to my mentor Linda

Kaye :)

Thank YOu Thursday!




I want to start a Thank You Thursday
Well because really gratitude is the key
to all possibility.

If you can't be grateful completely
for where you are, who you are
and how you got here,
there's no space for the new to come.
There's too much clutter of good or bad or incomplete
claiming all your time.

Just say thank you
find a way
even if it isn't pretty.

That tiny gem
that glint of silver lining any cloud.
Watch it grow and even so a creaky smile
a hint of grin or maybe laugh out loud

feel the space inside and all around you
open up, spread out wide
and in flows the breeze of
potentiality.

. . . So Thank You today for:

Thursday for Thor's Day and the thunder
my favorite sound cooling me down
after this hot summer day.

For Gala Darling's Things I Love Thursdays
and all the things she is
bold, daring, colorful, full!

For Roy and HG's Throbbing Thursday.
The Dream and Fatso
I've been doing reruns -
for watching the Olympics
there's nothing like them ;)

And for the plums I filled my jumper with
out early walking the cobbled edges of Gordavio
and the breakfast of them stewed poured on rice
that reminded me of my mother
and our european combie camper vacation :)


What are you thankful for today
It grows the more you share!

:)   K

puzzle pieces are meant to be wonky



If we were all the same
there'd be no space to try things out
to make mistakes
to try again
another way

we might just roll along the same old way
or sit real still
afraid to play

I'd rather be all lumpy
and take the road that's
bumpy

cos you never know
who you might meet
if you don't take off your socks and show
your funny jumpy feet

:)


playing footsies with my fly-tribe

magic afoot - boots in confetti bombed Basler Fasnacht
There's wonder everywhere
What a magical mystery tour it's been
the flying carpet ride daring to step out into
the big world moving to the other side of the earth
the wide web world of multitude flowering creativity
the internal backroads and forgotten corners that have been waiting to come out and play

Having family and friends to write home to or skype in a moment of crosstime connection
My man in the other room playing his own game
And my fly-tribe out there paving their own ways
sharing their lessons and learnings
their tips and tools
wearing their own shoes and sharing the journey

It was their idea to share shoes together - on this day
and laughed cos I'd been doing just that
I started in spring and we pulled down our house - well half of it
Then we left home and I could have had wings or airplane sox ;)
If I'd had sandles with henna red dust that'd be india
then my favourite reds in the new lands autumn/herbst/fall
the boots came out for winter
the wooly deep in snow
and the shiny black buckled speeding ski kind

now the spring is here 
so out come the reds again
ready to jump then
I look forward to the summer
and seeing my toes

it's a jump over the old and up to the new . . .



who said it - 
"to really know someone - walk a mile in their shoes"
thank you all for sharing your journeys
here I sit today on my birthday in these
slippers knitted by the inimitable Joan
mother of two of my dearest friends and
knitter for many a spirit seekers feet,
musing on my mother who borned me today, many years ago
and all the places I've been since then . . .

tea, me and reverie

inspiration



How are your wishes going?

How are your projects unfolding? Needing some tweaking? Refining? Defining?

Any time is a good time to check in with your settings where is your ‘you-are-here’ spot and not only where is the X marking, but how do you want to arrive? 

You can celebrate any time 
your right now and all that got you here

then make a wish for your next moment

like my old fave Guru Adrian used to say ‘Celebrate Your Birthday Everyday',
Every breath of inspiration is a chance to express the whole of you.


Here’s to living life with courage, learning with joy and leaving a trail of love!
cheers!


Grazie

Grazie

for real tools

the unique

the barn


the view
Thanks for a wonderful week. Zermatt - behind the watches and chocolate and swinging snow scene - respect for a people who built houses way up here in the 1600s?! Who farmed. Who climbed the Matterhorn in 1865 with hobnailed boots. And not all the wealthy Englishmen who came, but the guides - like sherpas who knew the mountain. The one who climbed it 370 times the last time at 90, who never had a phone, but who could always be reached around sunset taking his afternoon cafe. Bold beings living life their way loving this land. This town has had no cars since 1947! - only way to arrive is by train and only vehicles electric taxi or bus or sled or horse and carriage - 
clear, clean, quiet - alive :)

the heart


there were skeletons in the closet, ok behind
we found them when we moved it
clearing out the old stuff
anatomy of long long ago
peeling off the layers
of time and life and love
finding the faded yellow page
of learnings found and new

what was new is old now
but my heart grows strong and true
as I throw and sell and give away

under all the stuff and rumble
the tousle with the old attachments
stories, bits and maybe-useful-one-day's
stays a patient, waiting heart

filling more as the stuff is emptying
space for joy and thank you's