July 27, 2008
I’m leaving Montréal, this afternoon,
for my son’s house in the suburbs.
Going to spend the week with my grandkids – Samuel, who just turned six, and Benjamin, who’ll be 5 in September – while their mom and dad take off for the mountains to rest and rekindle the ol’ romance.
So I told the dynamite duo that they’d be attending Camp Micmac – with yours truly as their commander in chief – and that they should get ready to live lots of mysterious and sometimes even hair raising adventures.
Well now that I’ve created such big expectations, I need to come up with something brilliantly captivating each and every day for the next seven days.
This is why I’m packing my *magic instruments*: my maracas, my djembe from Cuba (built by a famous old *shaman* whose story I have yet to invent), and, of course, my *enchanted flute*.
But the thing Sam and Ben are most anxious to see
is what’s in the basket…
I found it three years ago in a second hand store, paid only two dollars for it, quite a bargain, don’t you think? When you take off the lid, the cobra pops up – head bobbing, eyes flashing – and wiggles away like it’s the real deal. I’m relying on that snake to make Camp Micmac a huge success, along with improvised tribal chanting and my freaky tea induced trances.
With all the excitement we have in store, I don’t know if I’ll have time to go online, let alone post on my blog. Still, I might try to make it part of some sort of secret mission…that I have to report back to Micmac Headquarters in Chihuahua, or something along that line. I’ll see what I can do.
July 25, 2008
Okay, boys and girls, this is it:
one circle down,
six more to go.
Plus, if you look at the original map,
there’s still a big rectangle thing on the left,
AND a whole bunch of empty white space
scattered all over the place.
Which means there’s plenty of room for ABUNDANCE!
So here goes…
I filled the yellow circle with
desires of a sensual nature.
Because lately, I’ve been very busy hammering this new belief into my
ever expanding, easy going, fun filled mind, that all things will become
accessible to me as soon as I decide I truly want them in my life.
To those who say that money can’t buy you happiness and that one must find happiness within one’s self, this is my answer: I have already found the happiness which lies deep down in my deepest innards, thank my lucky stars. But from this day on, I want to touch it and to caress it. To feel, to taste, to smell it with outstretched nostrils. And I want to do this twenty-four hours a day, day in, day out, all year round.
As I was saying,
my yellow circle is filled
with sensuous pleasures.
It is the Mmmm circle.
Massages: Swedish, Californian, Swiss;
Rolfing, Shiatsu, Myofascial Release.
With hot stones and water sprays.
Oils, algae, and mud.
For weekends at a spa and week-long cures by the sea,
where they kneed your body and feed your system
with all sorts of delicious vivifying ingredients.
For skin care products tailored to my specific needs;
pure, natural, organic.
For perfumes such as Samsara, by Guerlain – my favourite;
scented candles; exotic incenses; cut flowers in crystal vases,
every week, a new bouquet.
For thick, soft towels; bed linen of the highest thread count
draped over a mattress…the best one there is.
For nice clothes and cool shoes – the sexy ones,
the simple ones, the sporty ones as well.
But they have to look good.
For plush carpets, silk cushions, wines and teas
and Godiva chocolates.
For the freedom to shop wherever I want to shop. That’s why I glued part of a HOLT RENFREW catalogue cover, way up there at the top. Because HOLT RENFREW is reputed for their very chic and expensive merchandise. This doesn’t mean I’ll find everything I’m looking for at Holt’s, but I’m sure their bathrobes are divine, thank you very much, Would Madame like it gift wrapped?
For the prerogative to have breakfast at Le Jardin, in the Ritz-Carlton. You bet! Oh I know I’ll always appreciate the quaint family-run Asian restaurants and the variety of other ethnic eateries that offer so many healthy and delicious foods, but when I feel like being Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, I want to have the means to enjoy my fancy grubs served to me regally in a luxurious decor by a guy in a toxedo. No big hats for me, though. I’m too short. I’d look like a mushroom.
Well that’s about it.
For now, at least.
I haven’t a clue.
that has to do
How about you?
Are you visualizing?
When you visualize,
don’t forget to smile 🙂
And be sure to try my new mantra:
I love ya!
July 24, 2008
When I wake up in the morning,
already happy to be alive,
I ask myself:
Do I want to be happy today?
And I always,
If you decide that nothing will come in the way
of you being happy, then you’ll always find a way
to see the good side of life.
July 23, 2008
Sipping mint tea.
Listening to Miles Davis (Kind of Blue).
Visualizing myself writing,
somewhere in the Caribbeans,
by the sea,
by the sea,