Friday, April 16, 2010

Romance and Bliss

There is only one romance: the soul's.
~W. B. Yeats

The subject of romance fascinates me. The media portrays romance in a certain way; there are romance novels that usually portray it in several ways. But which is it that's right for each person? While other people's love stories can inspire us or illuminate our path, the one story we want to hear most is our own love story.

But does that necessarily mean only those kind of romantic interludes between two people who are getting to know each other in that way? Certainly not! We all have times in our lives where romance such as the media reveals isn't a part of the moment we're in. And its OK not to have that. Certainly, it could be nice, and pleasurable! But if its all the time, it's like too much frosting, too much cake. Cake is wonderful, and I'm definitely a frosting lover! But if I had to eat it every day, it would lose that extraordinary, and just be ordinary. So treasure and enjoy the little moments of romance that come your way when your special someone does something special. And certainly don't think that these things should happen all the time. You'll be disappointed if you do.


For the other moments in life, why not try and have a Great Romance with Life? In all of our lives, we can turn the ordinary into extraordinary with a change in our thoughts, and our habits. Back a few years, there was a trend to
Follow Your Bliss! This could be seen on bumper stickers, and people everywhere talked about it, but who knew what it really meant? But think about it, if you were following your bliss - whatever that bliss may be - you could be following a life's path that was there the whole time, but you were too busy to see it! Some thought that following your bliss meant the road to power, fortune and fame. Or just a better job. But often the door to bliss is right in our own backyard! I think bliss and romance are alike in a lot of ways. Both involve intermingling senses.

If we listen close enough when bliss or romance calls our name, it's like a divine rescue remedy from the ordinary life. Neither romance nor bliss requires a great deal of money, or things. The only requirement is that we pay attention to the things around us, not only with our eyes, but with our other senses as well. A flower in your backyard might look pretty, and smell nice. But have you touched the petals with your finger? Stroked the softness of it against your cheek? While a flower itself might not make a noise, the wind sighing across plants, or a bee gently buzzing as it searches for nectar certainly does. We all have the same seven senses. But our bliss triggers are totally different. With confidence, I believe that watching a sunset, walking barefoot on the sand or eating a juicy peach is likely among the majority of people's bliss triggers.


So here's the challenge: Take some time to turn the ordinary into extraordinary just by changing how you view your world around you. You may be pleasantly surprised to find that the next Great Romance is the one you create with Life!!
Blissfully romantic HUGS to everyone!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

An ode to Betsy

I finally traded in Betsy, my 12 year old Intrigue. And its funny, it was a very hard thing to do! She and I had been through a lot with each other :)

She went with me when I moved into a new single life, taking me back and forth to work every day -- most days reliably! -- and also took me to far away places to meet friends and family. Then I dragged her butt behind a truck when I moved 1,872 miles to Arizona, and did she ever complain?? Not once!! Once here, she valiantly moved her lil odometer from the 150,000 to the 160,000 to the 169,972 marker. We missed the next major marker together by *just*this*much*. But it was past time for something more reliable.


At the dealership, after all the papers were signed, sealed and delivered, I went out to climb into the new Zona-mobile and there Betsy was parked, too. I had forgotten to take my CDs out of the six disc changer. The salesman watched as I walked around Betsy, checked the interior one last time for anything else forgotten, then patted her butt and said my goodbyes. I hope she's now resting happily in the big parking lot in the sky!!! Goodbye, Betsy, your work is done! The Zona-mobile may be more reliable, but she doesn't have the class you had .... You were great, Betsy!!