Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Art of Aging

Is there?
I mean is there a particular "Art" to aging, well actually no there isn't really because if you're amongst the living you're aging, getting older, declining etc...

There is however an "Art" to aging gracefully and in my humble opinion, that starts with acceptance, acceptance to what is, what is if left alone will surely age.

I am not my younger self, I am seasoned, learned, I am Old-der, not-as-young-as-I-used-to-be, more than half of 100 and comfortable about it.  I am of that menopause group, the mid-life elite, I am a 56 year "old" me.

I Do-Not-Like when people say to me, "That's looks so good on you, it make you look younger", (Blank Stare right here) first of all (my older sister's fav word) first of all Nothing, not-one-thing at all is ever again gonna make me look younger a-g-a-i-n.  I am comfortable knowing that my facial skin is not as tight as it once was.

My hair is not as red/sandy hued as it used to be, well that is the red/sandy under the black dye, and not black dye because I'm trying to hide the grays, I actually love them it's the gray and sand that I don't like so much so I guess there is one thing about the aging process that I can do without, everything else is well "What it is"

Years of not knowing what I should'nt eat has left my older self with internal issues that forbid me to eat as I'd like but even in that diagnosis was a bit of great happened, weight loss, weight loss that I will never find again.

On the inside, I am an uninhibited creative, a deep into the galaxy thinker and dancer-extreme.  On the outside I am an uninhibited creative, a deep into the galaxy thinker and I dance, I dance at the thought of a base beat.

In my head I live in an enchanted and open place where the wisteria blooms forever, where I take magical rides on butterfly wings as the birds sing songs only my inner soul can understand a place that I know doesn't really exist but is awesome to visit.

I am me I am myself I am I and I'll be that til I...

"The Art of Aging" (an openly secret conversation) Coming this Summer 2013,
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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Perfume for the Soul


tis' the little things that perfume my soul,
a butterfly in flight... the aroma of mint tea on the breath of a heartbeat or the melodic vibrations of our earth's song.

Life is but a dream illustrated before us, in some instances you are in control of the paintbrush.

May your pathway be painted beautiful and filled with the desired aromas of life -Arlinda M.
4/25/13 4:37am

Photo credit: GardenWorldImages.com  

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Inhale the moment

In your minds eye take a morning walk with me
relax
release
breathe,  and have a Great Day:)


 Photo: DK - Arches & Pergolas © 2000 Dorling Kindersley Limited via HGTV.com

Monday, April 22, 2013

An Ode to Dance


  1. Oh Dance, How do I love thee let me count the ways 5, 6, 7, 8
    I love thee to the depth of the air that I breathe, your base notes consume my entire being and nothing else does it for me like you.

    As I move to the rhythm of life you are to me as milk is to weed as text is to a smart phone, I love thee like Dr. Seuss loved "Green Eggs and Ham" whether in a car or from afar, Fast or slow and everywhere I go, I Love You
    (Que Music) Beyonce's "End of Time" drops mic and exits stage right.

    (Re-enters stage left) Cymandes "Bra" (deep-house-baby-powder-on-the-floor sweaty club mix)
    I may never own a million but surely I've danced a trillion steps in the name of the Love of you, and I may never know who truly "Runs the World" but what "I Know For Sure" is what sets my soul free.
    Like true love, you ask for nothing and surely without you there would be no Skirts... 
    - Arlinda M. Certified Dance-a-holic