Sunday, September 25, 2016

Yes.



"When you say yes the Universe helps you"
Dan Brule


I recently met a woman in a busy, bustling restaurant who spoke to me as if we had known one other for years. Her warmth and positivity drew me in on an otherwise stressful day when I would have tried to escape her longwinded nature.  This day (for some reason) I leaned in.  This is when she told me about the year that changed her life.   The year of yes.  

I have heard this saying as a mantra and even read about the concept as a life changing mechanism, but this was the first time hearing someone proclaim it as an actual event.  I wanted to know more.  I asked her if she would tell me everything and of course she said, yes!

Turns out she was quite reluctant at first to the whole nonstop yes idea.  In the beginning it was a lot more about potluck dinners, co-worker get togethers and social functions. The kind of events that, lets face it, are not really ones we want to say yes to when asked johnny on the spot. Or in my case, the type of event invitations I might duck behind a bathroom stall in order to avoid.  Yeh, those.
But no matter how boring, how seemingly lame, she said yes!  Some, she said, were quite  tiresome events after work, Friday evenings and a specific time I never wanna be bothered, Sunday afternoons.

Learning to say yes was the biggest part, she explained.  She went on to say we're so socially programmed to say NO that often it's our first response gut reaction not an actual decision process.
Apparently these initial yesses were more of a training ground for amazing things to come, because before she knew it bigger yesses were just around the bend.

Before long she found herself saying yes to places entirely out of her comfort zone. Scuba diving, elephant riding, zip lining, walking on burning coals.  She went to bah mitzvahs, christenings and even a dark magic convention or two.  She saw country bands, metal bands, classic operettas and a multitude of music she had never heard before. Along these adventures she met people she would have never spoken to in her normal routine of life.  People, whose views were entirely opposite of hers. Within these new relationships she found the most freedom to be herself.  After all, this was all new territory, new ground.  A whole new her.

By the 6th month into her year of yes, she said something transformed within her social interaction and spirit. Now instead of just saying YES to life she was beginning to be the initiator.  She suddenly wanted to be not only the invitee, but also the inviter. She said around the 7, 8 and 9 month mark she was so filled with exuberance she couldn't help but want to share it with those in her world. She wanted everyone to know the joy of yes.

By month 10?  She had visited 3 continents, seen 4 of the world's 7 wonders and fallen madly in love with her soulmate. A soul mate she says, she would never had found if she had not had the courage to say yes.  A yes that she had been spending years and years of her life saying no to. She had trying times, breathtakingly beautiful moments, close calls, setbacks, victories and most importantly, laughter.

This woman's story became more enthralling, engaging and animated with each word spoken.  It was as if I had just gone along the journey with her.  Mesmerized, I felt happily exhausted, as if all those elephant rides and burning feet embers were my own.   Palpable. Unforgettable.

As she walked away she left this last statement as an indelible passport stamp on my brain...

   "I'm living a LIFE OF YES now because one year was just not enough!"

Say yes today.
May your potluck dinner be delicious.


Hepburn hugs and Ric Ocasek Dreams,

xo

Birdee Bow




Monday, September 19, 2016

Black, White & ART All Over...



" The most valuable gift you can receive is an honest friend"  Stephen Richards


Walking through their living room into the kitchen, the mod vibe was unmistakable. Fun mid century style furniture mixed with an antiquated radio and tube TV.  This could've been Rob & Laura Petrie's place I thought a'la 1962 from The Dick Van Dyke Show, but it wasn't.  No, this place was more hip, more intricately planned and every bit 2016.

It's a funny thing, strolling through another person's home during an open house real estate event. One can't help but imagine the personalities and even the physical features of the people who live there.

Making my way into the hallway, I passed by photo after photo of this gorgeous family. Young, attractive and all smiles. Beautiful husband and wife who could've both been runway models, but seemed to have instead embraced the writing world and the most precious wide eyed little girl with blonde curls and dimples.  The type of photographs usually found in shiny silver frames for sale in store front windows, only these photos were real.

Every room was more adorable than the next. This was a home not only well planned, but well lived in.  Comfort seemed to ooze from every corner of this abode.  THIS place was a real estate agents dream come true!  With every cute accent and interesting wall covering, I felt more at home. Energy. You can't deny energy.

Then turning into the bathroom, I saw it. The art of the day.  A sprawling huge white canvas with very infantile words in black rudimentary print spelling out:
BREAK MY HEART?  I'LL BREAK YOUR FACE.  

So striking, so completely out of place. This overbearing proclamation of black and white hanging ever so boldly above the toilet.  The type of art that refuses to be inconspicuous. Not only are you going to read it, but you will take notice and you will ponder and you will read it again and again and again.  No escaping. This was the bathroom.   As an occupant, you definitely are visiting there more than a few times a day.

How strange I thought.  Everything else in this home was so subdued and so gentle, relaxing against softly painted walls like a comfy worn in chair. This particular art piece was taking over the vibe. This super sized canvas of black and white had just become the defining moment of the home tour and this was the defining statement:
"Break my heart? I'll break your face."

As much as I hated the strange way it interrupted the flow of the house, I loved it even more.
It was daring and unfitting and inappropriately perfect.

Value.  I think it stands for value. The value of another person's heart.  The value of building a relationship.  The value of a future. The value of love.  Maybe this couple's tongue in cheek illustration was a gentle reminder of the inexplicable thing that brings any two people together in the first place... value.  Maybe a little black and white constant subliminal reminder is a good thing.  A thing that keeps a love beating strong and valuable.

Or y'know maybe it's just art. ;)


Value one another today.


Hepburn Hugs and Ric Ocasek Dreams
xo

Birdee





Tuesday, March 1, 2016


"Because of you I laugh a little harder, cry a little less and smile a lot more." 

Like all mornings that begin with maddening backed up traffic dashes and 90 minute waits in doctor's offices staring at fish aquariums...I was annoyed.  Annoyed not only about the routine physical examination I would have to endure for insurance purposes, but also about the 5th cup of water I was having to down for tests on an already nauseated stomach at 8:30 am.
 You gotta LOVE.  IT.  

Then, just as my small mind got completely comfortable wrappin itself around a self pity style morning, I saw him enter the room.

He looked to be in his late 30's.  Handsome with thick dark hair and a warm smile.  Wheeling his way into the room, he locked his chair into place and lifted a large backpack up onto the receptionists desk and pulled out a stack of papers.

 "Thanks to you ladies, my paperwork load is getting lighter every visit."
Flirty, lighthearted and funhe spoke with a strong drawl that reminded me of sweet childhood friends from Alabama and the way a southern accent can suddenly set a frantic mood into calmness.

Ever so intentionally eavesdropping, I was drawn into the conversation as he spoke candidly about his accident.  An accident which had devastatingly crushed his spine when he plunged 30 feet from a drilling rig.


"Never imagined I would be in this shape.  You'd never imagine the odd things that I miss.  Oh, sure I miss the use of my legs and the normal day to day, but there are a lot of things I've lost that I never really thought about...like spitting.  Do you know I dang well can't spit anymore? I miss spittin."
He said it with perfect southern sarcastic style timing, instantly putting the entire receptionist desk not only at ease, but into full laughter mode.

"Not that I was a big spitter or anything, don't get me wrong ladies,  but I never thought about the stomach muscles I used to spit or raise myself from the waist up."

 
He continued as the mood went from laughter to a bit more somber,

"You wanna know the one thing I miss more than anything?  My dadgum laugh.   I tell you somethin' right now.  I had the most boisterous boomin belly laugh you ever heard. I was famous for it!  Couldn't hide how I was feelin.  No sir.  Everyone  knew it when I was amused.  I can't laugh like that anymore, now it's more like a whisper.  Crazy thing ain't it? To miss the sound of your own laughter.   I guess it ain't really that big a deal.  I just wish I could hear it again.  Y'know, before I forget what it sounds like."  


Tears began to roll down my face as his voice trailed off and he rolled down the hallway.

When had been the last time I heard myself laugh?
When was the last time I really listened?
What had I been complaining about 5 minutes ago?


May you find every reason to laugh today, with every inch of your being.

May you fall in love with the sound.


Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,

xo
Birdee