Wuv, true wuv?

This past weekend was a whirlwind of love (wuv). Two dear friends' daughters were each marrying the love of their lives. ;) I wink because these couples are very young. They were getting married; same day, same time. Saturday night was hot. I was in a full length halter dress (the '70's are back enforce in fashion). And I had to carry a fan to keep me cool. It's an antique....nice compliment to the outfit.

The first wedding was being held in San Juan Capistrano at a beautiful church, as well, the wedding. Celtic song in string and harp, singers, the bride (oh my!), the groom (reow!). Families, love, joy, whispers and grace. Bowing of heads and hearts. Celebration for two. Love and light in the dimly lit sanctuary. Pastries and joy awaiting the witnesses after. The bride, a petite and beautiful soul in a stunning dress. Beads, as if a belt, hung low on her size - 2 hips. She was perfection in action. And her groom was tall and handsome. Distinguished with happiness around the edges. His attire showing off the big shoulders that will carry their dreams, hopes and desires to fruition. So beautiful, these two, who are now these "one."

Driving back from this experience, I was impressed with the tradition and strong threads of love from which the bride and groom were composed.

Upon my return to Rancho Santa Fe, I witnessed joy and laughter. Dancing. The singing of hearts, old and young; the embracing of bride and groom with greetings of happiness: "So glad you could make it!" Charm was in the air! The reception was being held in the back yard, poolside, garden-side of a small mansion-like home. A home where I live, renting the cassita (pool-house) which, because I am French, I call my cottage - it looks like one inside. These are my landlords and friends. I was happy to see such beautiful joy occurring outside my door!

Glass jars harboring light were hanging from trellises and in trees...twinkling soft and bright simultaneously. Music. Dance floor. Floating candles in the pool, white, brown and green flowers and plants spilled in abundance across tables, foot paths and patio. The bride in a dress that tumbled to her feet...the word aplomb comes to mind. Spilling around her tiny hips and down toward the floor. The groom's charm, more his attire than the suit he wore. Happiness was everywhere.

Okay, waxing and waning, I am. But, give me some slack. Never been, you know. I give these young couples a wink and nod for their courage and belief in their love and their ability to be together. Their commitment to "give it go." :)

Is the grass greener? I don't know. Oh, I hear it's a lot of work. But, on this side of the fence...the single side of living... it's kind of boring (notice in photo, I'm taking a pic of myself...no one to do it for me). I'm a true believer in love and marriage, just timid. Looking. Waiting. Soon.

My thoughts and well wishes go to these brave couples and their parents, my friends. Love and joy to you all.

I accept!

I accept! the challenge before me. I just finished painting a landscape in the ever so popular (out here in So-Cal) impressionistic style. That was yesterday. The day before, 3 suns. Today, I am painting an abstract. Three days ago, I painted a miniature ensemble. Whenever I experience anyone else's work, I first acknowledge the fact that the artist said, "I can do this! I accept" A fearless approach with brush in hand results in courage on canvas. :) Later amigos.

"YES!"

Recently, very recently. I was reminded of the practice of breathing in life and breathing out death. What does this mean? The breath we take, fills our body with one more moment of life, living, thinking, feeling, experiencing....being. As we breath out, we expel toxins, used air, emotions and expired energy...in essence, we are expelling the death of what we've breathed in. And so, as my friend and spiritual father (I like to call him that), Tony, explains, we participate in the continuous cycles of life. Of receiving and releasing.

I like this analogy. Takes some of the fear away when contemplating one's transition from this reality to the next, i.e., life to death.

Okay, my family thinks I'm kooks. Yup. However, I'm not that alone in my kookiness. :) I believe the experiences I have refine my spiritual acceptance of my human way of being. Or is it my human acceptance of my spiritual way of being? :)

Well, I have realized that one can breath in and out about anything in life. From something as simple as watching a butterfly land on a blade of grass to understanding the complexities of relationships and our co-existence on this planet of ours.

I like to think that a hick-up is when you breath in more life than you let out. It's then, a brief moment of enlightenment may be experienced. :)

Breath in - Breath out
Accept - Release
Say "YES" to life and all that you experience! Breathing out becomes easier. :)