What Season is it?

photograph of yellow tomatoes

The last two days have been the equivalent of darning a small hole. The work is tedious, uninspiring and not moving my larger goals forward. But cleaning the oven where the spaghetti squash exploded, raking up the leaves to cover the roses, bringing in the tender plant with beautiful pink and yellow trumpet shaped flowers, taking care of bills, cleaning the finger prints off of all surfaces leaves me surrounded by more orderliness. The cleaner environment gives my home a greater sense of calm.

French class was today and I really enjoy the group of women who are taking it. The teacher is kind and gentle with us all. Between classes, I have begun to study with the attitude that I now hold about everything these days: whatever it is I have learned is more than what I knew previously. The idea of letting things happen instead of driving them is so much easier on my body and my self esteem.
After reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, I formed a group through Meetup.com. At our first meeting, we discussed our inklings. Perhaps, we thought out-loud, taking this action, or completing that project would make our lives different. It is very much a process of self-discovery and setting distinctly individual goals. We planned to create our resolutions, chart them in short, measurable steps by the time of our next meeting.

On my refrigerator now hangs my chart.

It is very empowering to put an X on the action every day and a reminder when I put on the O that I have not followed through on an intention. I have begun doing 150 crunches a day; increasing my 10 pound weight reps from 15 to 25 over the last week; drinking three full glasses of water a day seems to be helping me to sleep more deeply.

The second limb of my growth tree is establishing more of a presence in the world. During the period from January 2010 on, I was recovering from abdominalplasty; a sudden ending of my marriage; heavy debt from buying my ex out. The divorce came through in August 2011 while I was recovering from bunion surgery. My reaction was to cocoon. I was injured, lacking confidence and feeling lost. The six coffee dates that I went on in an attempt to connect were less than scintillating. I was still too damaged to feel safe in the world.

black construction of water

So my plan which the group is helping me to design includes caring for the friendships which I already enjoy; making new friends outside of the realm of Facebook, Twitter and Linkedin with a face to face interchange.

One strategy that Gretchen Rubin pointed to in her book was ,”acting as if.” So when I feel lethargic with the desire to continue hiding in my cave, I now hear Getchen telling me to ,”act as if.” It is working.

Last week I went to the streaming cafe to hear a great band. Since my art work is on show there until the 24th, it was fun to be sitting in a place with my work on show.http://streamingcafe.net/

embrace at the Streaming Cafe

The Summerland Art Gallery has a competition of Christmas images. My intention is to get back into submitting to opportunities to show my art or read my poetry. I will be reading at the Inspired Word Coffee House event next week. The Bean Scene on Burtch and Dickson Road in Kelowna is hosting a “jam” for poets at 7 pm on November 25th and it is the first time I have read since last June. A friend took a video of my reading and uploaded it to you tube.
So I am working on my body to get myself stronger; saving my money and paying down my debt to make myself financially stronger; going out and maintaining my friendships to increase my social equity; being creative while publicizing what I am writing or painting.

Since my wall paper for designyourwall.com sold, I am feeling very optimistic. I have one more class for Continuing Studies on Blogging this coming Saturday and after that my quest for employment will be a higher priority.

I am reading copiously. The main focus is on Jungian psychology, mythosynchronicity, spirituality and conscious living. The dark grief and loss that has been my companion for the last two years is a process of ego dying. The falling away of what I was, the way I lived in the world was painful.

But I feel now like I am starting to move out into the world wiser, calmer and more centered. I have Buddhism, my Shamanic experiences in Peru and the retreat with the amazing Gabor Mate to thank for my patience through the process.


So I step out of the house more, out of my comfort zone more and “act as if.” May we all live in love.

Break Out West, Kelowna Music Festival

It was like being in a big city last night. The hookers were in a group outside of the Streaming Cafe complaining that the Johns were being driven away as they drove up. So many people moving from the Cafe to Cush on to Habitat or Doc Willoughby’s just cut into their business.
Thanks to all of the organizers for how wonderfully smoothly the evening went. The very fact that a person could just flash a wrist band in walk in or out at will really encouraged exposure to various groups.
My favs for the evening were Behind Sapphire, Adaline and Aidan Knight. The Behind Sapphire group has the fun and playfulness of groups like Cake and Franz Ferdinand. Instruments such as a kid’s toy xylophone, a voice enhancer such as a vase and the “chicks” on stage wearing nasa suits just made it joyous. I went to you tube and looked at every video they had loaded up after the show.

I also though Adaline was kicking. Her voice is wonderful and her band supported her strong presence. She will be playing at Gotcha’s on Saturday night. I will be there. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fd9-u4uyLWc
The only criticism I have is rather minor. The venu names are written on a strip at the top of each evening’s schedule. But in the dim light of clubs it is impossible to read. Many people were having difficulty with making out the names.
One group was hard for me to hear because a band member had his “member” so predominant. He was wearing very tight, glossy pants with no underwear. I couldn’t hear the music because I kept thinking, “What is he thinking?” Kelowna is not New York. Most of us came to hear music. It was distracting.
Karma was a miracle worker. I have organized and participated in the organization of festivals for years and this one gets an A+. The flow of people from place to place; the mingling of young people, middle aged people into one big music fan audience; the ease of access to hearing new to us groups; the presence of police cars through out the downtown core made the evening one of excitement, discovery and pleasure. Finally, it made Kelowna a happening place. Yeah to that.