What if dandelion fluffs really were wishes for blowing? #ced2010

If fluffy white
flowers really were wishes
awaiting your whiff
and a whoosh,
what
wish
would
you
cherish
and
whiff?
What if?

Oh, hello dear dandelion

Oh, hello dear Dandelion

And you, I see you've already given out wishes

And you, I see you've already given out wishes

Here's one with a few wishes left

Here's one with a few wishes left

Oh, fragile unwished wishes!

Oh, fragile unwished wishes!

Ah, magic wishes awaiting a wisher

Ah, magic wishes awaiting a wisher

Will you be my wishing wand?

Will you be my wishing wand?

You will? Let's dance before wishing...

You will? Let's dance before wishing...

I cherish each wish...

I cherish each wish with a kiss and a blessing...

There goes the first wish

There goes the first wish...ppffttt!

Look! A sky full of fluff. Are those wishes?

Look! A sky full of fluff. Are those wishes?

Thanking each wish in advance

A bouquet of wishes, thanking each thought in advance

Take a deep breath

Take a deep breath...

A seed of a wish awaiting a breeze...

A seed of a wish awaiting a breeze...

Loading my bow, aiming my wish to the sky

Loading my bow, aiming my wish to the sky...

I wanted a wish so I whiffed and it whooshed

I wanted a wish so I whiffed and it whooshed and whisked away in the wind

I planted a seed in the sky

And so with each wish i cherished and kissed, I planted a seed in the sky.

good night

~ ~ ~

Brought to you by the letter Hh #ced2010

Writing the letter Hh in Vimala Rodgers' font

Transforming with the letter Hh

Taking the 40-Day Challenge

Taking the 40-Day Challenge

My friend Crystal did an Emotikin photoshoot this week with my favorite interactive kit from author Vimala Rodgers called Transform Your Life Through Handwriting: How the Pen Can Unlock Your Soul’s Potential (Sounds True, 2009). I am lucky enough to be the kit’s publicist for my day job and as part of the process, I spent months playing with the alphabet according to Vimala (and countless nights dreaming about it as my brain was processing the new neuroplasticity of changing the way I wrote my letters).   

As a kid I used to practice my handwriting for hours,  using my left and my right hand, immitating my mom’s handwriting, pretending to be a teacher, making up my own fonts, practicing my new lastname (my new “autograph” as Vimala calls it) before I got married. This kit completely resonates with me.   

I took her 40-Day Challenge to write at least a page a day full of a letter plus journaling on how the letter’s energy could effect changes in my life. Last night I reread my journal and it’s fascinating to see what changed in a year and how my penmanship (she doesn’t call it that though) has stabilized into a somewhat new style (at least for many letters).   

The letter Hh was one of my favorites to work on, partly because the associated animal is the butterfly. (Crystal didn’t know that when she did the photoshoot with her Emotikin wearing butterfly wings.) I love the daily “Declaration of Intent” for the letter Hh:   

I, Shelly, live my life path with the zeal of an evangelist and the wide-eyed innocence of a child.

Vimala graciously allowed me to paste an excerpt from her guidebook here. You can also visit www.alphabeticalblessings.com to learn more and follow her on Twitter @vimalarodgers.   

Excerpted with permission. © 2009 Vimala RodgersThe Letter Hh

Soul Quality: Dynamic self-expression. The Letter Hh emits one of the most powerfully propelling energies in the entire alphabet. Just look at it. It introduces itself with two “I am” strokes. It doesn’t get much better than that! If you practice it daily and draw into your life as many of its aspects as you possibly can, get ready for the adventure of your life. We often backpedal rather than share the vision of how we want to shape our dreams in the world. Why? We’re convinced that someone will douse our dreams with negativity. The Letter Hh won’t allow it. It not only moves you forward, it invites you to learn necessary lessons from the blind alleys you encounter along the way and guides you through them with dynamic, not-forsissies energy. If you want to put firm footing on your intended life path, this is the letter to adopt. As a sidebar, I have practiced the Letter Hh daily for more than 30 years; not surprisingly, I experience its “Just go do it!” energy each day—yes, each day. Miracles and open doors greet me everywhere I go.   

Declaration of Intent:  I live my life path with the zeal of an evangelist and the wide-eyed innocence of a child.   

Alphabetical Family:  The Letter Hh is the youngest child in the Family of Honoring and Expressing. All the letters in this family—Mm, Nn, and Hh—convey one message “Risk! Be true to yourself! Get out there in your life and do it!”   

Element: Fire. The fuel of the letter Hh is to blaze a path through life fully and with joy.   

Gender: Masculine. The Letter Hh is full to bursting with generative energy.   

Here is my Blue Lace Agate (says Shelly) It has great ju-ju.

Gemstone: Blue lace agate. If you have dreams of making the world a happier place yet can’t quite organize them into a profession, purchase and wear the blue lace agate. Find a good-size raw one and place it on your altar. If you don’t have an altar, make one. It’s simply a way of acknowledging that someone higher than you is running the show. By placing a blue lace agate on your altar, you are saying, “We’re in this together. Inflame my life path with your guidance, grace, and blessings.” I wear a blue lace agate every day and have one on my altar as well.   

Animal: Butterfly. The butterfly is the quintessential expression of freedom from a confining self-image. It begins life as a creepy crawly little caterpillar and then, when the time is right, it wraps a cocoon around itself. After a gestation period the cocoon begins to crack, then open. Then, lo and behold, out comes not a little worm-shaped creature, but a magnificent creation of varied colors and designs—with wings! A butterfly! To see the butterfly and the Alphabet in concert, visit Appendix C.   

Guardian Protector: Cerviel (Sir-vee-EL)—the angel of courage. When President Woodrow Wilson asked that Alice Paul be put in an insane asylum for insisting that women have the right to vote, this was the reply of the M.D. who denied his request:  “Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.”   

Cerviel fills you with irresolute courage when others may question the validity of your lifework because it’s unfamiliar to them or, more likely, because it’s never been done before. When you feel cornered by negative judgments, strike up a conversation with Cerviel as you write your Letter Hh. Trust me — she will be right there to keep your intentions alive and give you what it takes to carry on. I speak from experience when I say that she will remind you again and again that “This is your life — not anyone else’s. I am right here to give you what you need: opportunities and the courage to embrace them. Now go — Live your life path fully!”   

How to Inscribe the Most Self-affirming Hh    

Uppercase   

  • Inscribe an “I am” stroke firmly to the baseline. Pick up the pen.
  • To the right of it, inscribe another “I am” stroke. Do not pick up the pen.
  • Now draw a gentle curve back to the left of the initial downstroke, creating a horizontal loop at the top of the midzone.
  • Finish the letter with a vigorous rightward stroke. Feel the vitality of this letter!

Lowercase   

  • • Beginning at the baseline, fashion a looped lowercase “l.”
  • • Once you return to the baseline, do not retrace up the “l” shape; instead create a v shape at the baseline as you pull away to inscribe the arcade.
  • • End with a soft curve at the baseline.

Caveat   

  • Do not begin the lowercase h up in the air; ground it at the baseline. • Draw a loop in the stem of the lowercase; no sticks please.

~~~   

I could go on for hours about how much I love Vimala’s handwriting technology. One of my favorite things is that she says to start with the letter of your firstname because it represents your soul’s greatest challenge and once mastered, your soul’s greatest gift. My letter, then — Ss — represents “balance in all aspects of life.”  

For a recovering perfectionist, this is definitely a letter I benefitted from focusing on for 40 days. Vimala also gave me the added task of writing the ligature Sh together, as that has an added meaning. I’ll tell you more about that another time.   

Do visit www.alphabeticalblessings.com and www.iihs.com to learn more from one of my favorite teachers of all time.  And please note her Five Noble Truths of Integral Handwriting include “there is no such thing as good or bad handwriting…”   

Living life with zeal Practice the letter Hh if you want to
stride forth on your life path with confidence, zeal, and joy.
 

Queen Mariposa and the First Dandelion (#ced2010)

Queen Mariposa

Here are some random thoughts and photos of our “Spring Day with Dandelions” Emoti-Photoshoot.

  • Hold a dandelion below her chin, and if you can see a yellow reflection upon the skin, she is fond of butter.  Or, if it shines a gold circle under her chin, she is telling the truth.
  • Legend has it that the tallest dandelion stalk a child can find in the early spring will show how much taller she will grow in the coming year.  Queen Mariposa Emotikin (now 16″) will grow four more inches.  
  • Reserving a section of your yard for native flowering plants and for weeds like dandelion, nettle, and milkweed should also be added somewhere nearby to help guarantee a good variety of butterflies
  • According to this live Butterfly Migration Map, monarchs are moving north but have not been spotted in Colorado yet. Clearly, they don’t know about the MonarchEkin variety. What kind of emoti-caterpillar becomes an Monarchikin butterfly?
  • It’s nice to have a girl play date. Thanks Crystal and Ivy for playing along. Creativity cubed!
The First Dandelion of Spring

The First Dandelion of Spring

Adornment of Queen Mariposa Emotikin

Adornment of Queen Mariposa Emotikin

Sunbathing Beauty

MonarchEkin in a Tree

New Leaf Buds

Mariposa's Senior Pic

Mariposa's Senior Pic

Tinkerbell's Shadow

Garden Gnome Gets a Dandelion

The best thing about dandelions is that they bloom into magic-wish wands.

 

Racy Stories Rock: Reading “Rock Chick Rescue” (ced#2010)

Reading Rock Chick Rescue in bed

Reading "Rock Chick Rescue" in bed

I decided that my Creative Every Day Challenge today (other than being creative at work which doesn’t necessarily count for CED2010, or creating a colorful salad for dinner, or taking a few mobile photos while walking home today sans Emotikin) is going to be reading my new favorite book, Rock Chick Rescue by my favorite sexy mystery-romance writer friend, Kristen Ashley. The green cover just happens to be in keeping with my green-week theme.

This is the second in Kristen’s Rock Chick series, which my bookgroup read last summer and then met at The Hornet on 76 Broadway to discuss it (because much of the book takes place in the Baker District and downtown Denver). Being a Denver native, I love her crowd of colorful characters you wish you could party with (but you might be too shy), or meet at the coffee shop and live vicariously through their raucous hot escapades while sipping a latte and pretending to read. Her version of a bookstore/coffee shop, Fortnums, makes me wish our Starbucks could be like that! Well, not counting the crazy crime scenes.

Last night I devoured the first 45 pages over a quiet solo dinner. Then devoured more til midnight, reading in bed. Tonight, I need to pry the book out of Emotikin’s hands (big Emotikin and Tattoo Emotikin were fighting over who got to read it during the photo shoot)  so I can find out what happens next with Jet and Eddie.

Thanks a LOT Kristen!

Getting to the good stuff in "Rock Chick Rescue"

Getting to the good stuff in "Rock Chick Rescue"

Read Kristen’s website and blog about her books series
and media attention in the UK, where she lives & writes
(and makes us who know & love her proud).

A Saturday To Myself is Like a Blank Canvas (#ced2010)

A day all to myself, in the house with nobody but me and the dogs…ahhhh, luxurious. Nap…ahhhhh. Really vivid dreams…aaahhh.  A stack of  blank canvases I’ve had for two years was calling to me.  And Emotikin wanted to play, too. First, a blank-canvas photo shoot to get our creative juices flowing (for our Creative Every Day Challenge).

Blank canvas Saturday

Blank canvas Saturday

Shadow puppet
Does this shadow make my gut look big?
Ta da!!! Seven hours later! My first Van Gogh-y canvas ever.
Ta da!!! Seven hours later! My first Van Gogh-y canvas ever.

I forgot to eat—except a cupcake Wil made for me left crusty by two days on the counter, unclaimed and unexplained.  While painting, I listened to three of the CDs from “Mother Night: Myths, Stories & Teachings for Learning to See in the Dark” —a 6-CD audio series by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés just released by Sounds True (where I work in marketing & publicity). I didn’t listen to the CDs in order. I started with session six, “Mining the Mother Lode: How to Bring Diamonds from the Darkness (for Artists and People Who Want to Create).”   Time flies when you’re immersed in deep teachings, fairytales, and the flow of creating.  Happy Saturday to me!!!  Aaaaahhhh…

Here is a podcast of Dr. Estés talking about Mother Night just before it launched as an online event series last October.  

Emotikin with a real Van Gogh at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris

Emotikin with a real Van Gogh at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris

The Snow Day-After

Yesterday’s storm, which only began about three in the afternoon, dumped almost 9 inches in our backyard before midnight. This morning’s picnic table begged for a measurement. Yesterday, knee deep. Today, armpit deep.

Armpit deep the morning after the spring storm

Armpit deep the morning after the spring storm

How deep was it really?

How deep was it really? Armpit deep...

Still, that’s pretty deep, even for these Emotikin. It was too cold to play this early in the morning, and the sun had stayed asleep behind the clouds. The Emotikin decided to crawl back in bed and watch Kung Fu episodes, Season 2, for the whole day.  Too bad Terry didn’t invite them to Starbucks with him. 

I got home from work about 5:30, still an hour before dark. I couldn’t wait to build a snowman, and the dogs couldn’t wait to find a tennis ball under the snow. While they kept looking, I rolled snow. The Emotikin gave me directions, being quite know-it-all about how best to pack and roll the crusty snow. While I rolled, packed, & molded snow into a play pal, the Emotikin refused to put on mittens, and Bella Luna went inside, pouting, like sisters sometimes do. 

Emotikin scaled ice chest to afix the nose.

Emotikin scaled the ice to afix a nose.

Big Emotikin kept Bella’s scarf and decorated our emerging friend with lava rock stones for eyes and a carrot (one of two that I bought at King Soopers on my way home from work just for this  purpose.) I heard myself singing in my head, “And a carrot nose, and two eyes made out of coal…”  

It wasn’t a perfectly pretty Frosty the Snowman; he lacked a scarf, a magic hat, a corncob pipe, and a better rounded belly…not to mention those great rubber boots for dancing around town. But since we’re expecting more sun tomorrow, Emotikin and I tacitly agreed that Frosty was good enough for a photoshoot–at least this time. Really, we just wanted to play.

Playing on the birdhouse
Playing on the birdhouse
Posing on a mountain of snow

Posing on a mountain of snow

The sun was dropping fast on the other side of the house. The backyard was becoming too cold. What else could we do? The front yard! Let’s go find Gnome! 

Tune in to the next posting for the Great Garden Gnome Rescue!  

Spring snow! Soggy dogs!

Knee deep!

Knee deep!

Sweater weather on the way to work, mitten weather on the way home.  I couldn’t wait to take the Emotikin out in the backyard to measure the snow. It was emoti-knee deep on the picnic table at six o’clock.  And that was less than 3 hours of snow.  

Catching snowflakes on one's tongue!

Catching snowflakes on one's tongue!

You're not the tennis ball

what ARE you?

Abby and Mia love the snow. I’m so glad I cleaned the kitchen floors on Sunday. Murphy’s Law of Mopping is not a myth. 

Mia, come here

Mia, come here

 

Wipe your feet please.

"Wipe your feet please." "But I want to go back outside."