Tuesday, September 29, 2009

You Know More Than You Think You Do ~ Believe In Your Self!

A dear friend, as well as others, have asked me to teach a writing class online. They felt that they needed to write better, you know, grammar etc. Well, the answer is no. You see, I have taught writing for 30 years and I am a professional writer, but what I have taught has been a very healing journal class, with prompts and exercises and more. One of the main tenets of my classes, and of many other journal teachers that teach in this vein, is "Don't worry about spelling, punctuation, or grammar, or writing rules of any kind." The whole purpose of my classes has been to get people to start to write to reach their inner being, and connect with that which is important, or true, for them.

Often dreams are deeply buried under years worth of having to take care of other's needs, working at a job that leaves little time to write, and many, many other things, that the dreams are almost forgotten, or so painful that we long for them and never believe we will ever be able to accomplish them. My job has never been to teach the kind of writing we learned in school, or professional writing. If it comes to that you can tell your story with as great a clarity as you can muster, and there are always people around who can, for a small fee, edit your manuscript and help you with those sorts of things.

Let me tell you a little about my classes, and you will see what I mean, and then I will tell you a little something that I learned along the way.

If you came into my class, no matter what the venue, we would all sit in a circle. I have an introduction for a class, and an exercise that will help my student leave the day behind so they can enter where they are, not stuck on the lady that cut in front of them on the freeway, or the crying baby, or worrying about something at your job. Once they did that and cleared the way for writing, having emptied themselves, they are ready to jump into their subconscious mind and watch amazing things come out on paper. They don't even realize that they are so amazing, and when we go around and read, very often people are stunned by what they've written, some even cry, and that's okay.

It's timed-writing, which people have used for decades, so that whether you are writing for ten minutes or for thirty, once you are led into the exercise and given a prompt, you have to keep writing until the time is up. You cannot stop for any reason. Your mind will go all over the place, and you don't worry about the spelling, the grammar, etc., because those things freeze you up and hold you back. You just let it all flow. And it is amazing where your mind will go.

You can start out writing about what the color purple means to you and you might write about one summer when you made grape jelly with your grandmother and then your mind jumps to the fact that you once had to be a bridesmaid or groomsman and wear something purple and it was hideous and you go through many layers and just let go and let what will come, come, and finally you find yourself hitting a theme or memory that stays more focused. When we had written three exercises, we would go around the room and read, and no one ever had to read if they were uncomfortable, but I really encouraged them to. It's a very powerful thing to read out-loud what you have written, and most people don't even really know what they've written. I always did the reading period after 3 exercises were finished so that there would be one of the three that the student felt more comfortable sharing.

The hardest thing for people in my classes came after the reading time. The would read, and I would bow and say, "Thank you." That thank you meant, "Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with us." This is important. It is a piece of you. And you need to learn to honor that. I allowed no comments or criticism and we went around the circle like that. My classes were very Zen and I usually wore Zen robes to class, used a Zen bell to begin and end the exercise, and it was very simple, clean, and clear.

You see, in this world we are used to being judged. We are hungry for people to tell us that we are okay and that we've done a good job. Most people, at least on some level, are desperate for validation. That wasn't my job to give. I wanted my students to know that they were of value, doing something of value, simply by doing it at all. We need, in this world, to learn to stand up with who we are, and not need, or be swayed, by
someone's opinion of our self. We need to know that we are okay.

This was very important for students to learn, and also very difficult. It made some people uncomfortable and some even angry. Many would rather have been judged harshly than not at all. You simply must know that you are exactly who you are for a reason, and that you should know that you are okay being just who you are. When you get no praise, no criticism, simply thanked for being there, and taking up your pen, and writing, being true and honest with yourself, and hide nothing even if you feel you have to burn it later so that no one might ever see it, go out and burn it later, but write it NOW. It can be a ritual, and a healing, and a great learning, one we all need to know. It comes back to the teaching of "
maitri," the basis for my ministry, the Buddhist teaching of loving-kindness and compassion, and most importantly that we must first have it for ourselves if we are to have anything to give to another. This is very very hard for people in our society and absolutely necessary to live a full life, and to achieve our goals and dreams.

Now what I wanted to share with you, and it never ceased to amaze me, is that the first week we would go around the room and introduce ourselves to the group, telling our names and a few sentences about who we are and what we do in the world. I've taught doctors and lawyers, therapists and ministers, housewives, musicians, artists of all types, and more, and it never ceased to amaze me that not only were the most "successful" people in the world's eyes often very shy and almost apologetic about who they were, but some of the housewives, painfully embarrassed, would say something like, "I'm just a housewife, I probably won't have anything very interesting to write." I can't tell you how often that "just a housewife" wrote the most powerful things in class and just blew people away. Few of us know our true worth, unless we work at it, and writing is a very useful tool to peel the layers, like that of an onion, to get to the core, know who were are, remember long-held dreams long forgotten or given up on, and once found, start writing about ways we can achieve that dream.

Writing it down makes it real. Continuing to write, to brainstorm and to do the things I talked about several entries back when I talked about making scrapbooks, doing collage, doodling, collecting pictures or quotes, and so on, we begin to access ways to work on our dreams and then achieve them.

Unimaginable Dreams Made Manifest.

So no, I don't and won't teach a writing class online, the kind that people want me to. As writers we need to find our own voice first. We need to write and write and write and keep writing, and as we do we become better writers, and finally, even if it's taking an adult ed. class at a local college, we can learn what we need to know. Read a lot. That helps your writing too.

If I teach online again it will be my journal writing classes. I had a lot of students online and loved doing it. But my life won't allow for that now. It will be part of my ministry if I begin again, because I believe in the healing power of writing.

So start with what you know and go from there. Believe in yourself even if you have to "act as if" at first. Soon it will come naturally to you, and in the midst of this growing awareness of the power of self, the seeds of your dreams will be remembered, and you will have the inner strength to accomplish those dreams.

If you look at my Maitri's Notes, Quotes and Flashing Thoughts blog, you will see an exercise I did a few entries back called
At This Very Moment... That is the exercise I began a great many of my classes with, and that entry might be very helpful to you.

Trust what you know. Believe in yourself, celebrate yourself, and know that anything is possible if you want it badly enough and are willing to work toward it, make sacrifices if need be, and not put a
time frame on it. Keep following the path you are being led down and one day you will find yourself smack dab in the middle of what you've always wanted. There is nothing more powerful. There is nothing more important.

Believe in yourself. I do.


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Meditation, Mindfulness, Miracles & More...

Three Quotes by the Loving, Gentle Vietnamese Buddhist Monk, Thich Nhat Hanh...

Live by these words and your dreams will rise like steam up off hot pavement. Dreams come from peace. Dreams come from awareness. Dreams come from kindness. Dreams are living miracles and perfectly ordinary...

"To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem. To meditate means to observe. Your smile proves it. It proves that you are being gentle with yourself, that the sun of awareness is shining in you, that you have control of your situation. You are yourself, and you have acquired some peace."

"When we are mindful, deeply in touch with the present moment, our understanding of what is going on deepens, and we begin to be filled with acceptance, joy, peace and love."

“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.”

Meditate, Be Mindful, and Watch
Your Long Held Dreams Appear...


Monday, September 21, 2009

The Man Who Will Make You Believe That Dreams Are Possible...

*Click on the little box at the bottom of
the screen on You Tube and go full screen
for this.
You simply must!*

Be Prepared.

You might want to have a tissue ready
(I went through loads of them)

This man changed the world in one moment
and made people everywhere
believe in themselves
and that anything is possible
and you'd better get ready

your life will never be the same again.

Now, what are YOU waiting for?
Don't hide your light under a bushel

Click the button above
Watch it 20 or 30 times
(I've watched it more than that)
Then get ready to BURST
of the little person suit
you've been wearing.

You're about to change the world...


... standing on a little knoll and
watching you all climb mountains
to reach your dreams, and I'll be
tearful with JOY, and cheering
you on as you make it.

I know you will. Do you?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Untangle... Go Now...

... and read Gordon MacKenzie's

Orbiting The Giant Hairball

And yes, I've linked it to amazon.com so you can find it more easily

And no, I don't make any money for doing so

And yes, you can put the above on your blog, website or whatever

Just link it back here

Thank you

Your Partner on the Journey...


Sunday, September 13, 2009

A Dream Deferred, and Heading On Toward My New Life...

"What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?"

~ Langston Hughes ~

The first time I heard this poem by Langston Hughes, in my youth, I was at first completely overwhelmed with emotion, I, a child of the 50's, studying this poem in high school, coming in the middle of the worst times of that decade. The terrible roar of anger and grief justly felt by a beautiful race of people held down too long. I remember that I cried and cried and something in me did, indeed, explode!

What happened for me at that time was a kind of bursting apart of a societal norm that excluded those who were "different" never looking at the beauty, the power and pride, the incredible gifts that African Americans brought to this country (by no means their choice) and yet what I saw was a proud people, downtrodden past belief, who could raise their voice on high, and lift the spirits of those around them higher than, I truly believe, any race of people ever has.

In my life I would not tolerate unkindness or injustice of any kind, and as an adult I have legally taken the name Maitri, from the teaching of loving-kindness and compassion, and been ordained a minister to celebrate love, compassion, empathy, non-judgment, and a true reaching out and embracing every one around me with love and gentleness. Langston Hughes helped in that transformation, decades ago, but then, it was just a seed planted, something that would take a life time to grow.

I am at a very different time of my life right now. I am 55. My mother is about to pass and I will be an orphan in my mid-fifties, now, the Matriarch of the clan. When I was ordained and given the title Reverend Mother Maitri, it was perfect for me, because in a sense all that I do, want to do, try to do, is to bring a loving, motherly spirit to all people. I have given much, but it has only been as if a drop of rain in a rainstorm next to all the love, support, gentleness, kindness and caring that I have received back. My motto is "Each one, reach one." We don't need armies in the carrying of the torch of love around the world, we need, most importantly, to reach out, heart to heart, hand to hand, with tenderness, gentleness, and a loving-kindness that soothes the spirit and heals the heart. In this way it grows rapidly in proportion to those who practice
maitri, and in the last couple of days I have been showered with this love and support by many people, and I have learned so much that I am completely in awe, and still wanting to be very quiet and take it all in.

A couple of days ago, having planned for some time to move 30 miles away and buy a cottage by the sea, and having done unbelievable amounts of research along with my realtor, we spent the day looking at cottages, some I've shown here, and I had my heart set on that blue one. When we arrived, much to our horror and shock, what looked good in the pictures (Beware pictures in catalogs!) was literally a falling down, falling apart cottage with so many holes clean through it could rain inside, and the smell of mildew and worse almost made me ill. When we went around all day long for hours and hours looking at so many cottages I lost count, I was shell-shocked realizing that this darling little area had now become one where you had to be very wealthy to buy a decent home, and the whole day my heart was aching thinking about being that far away from my daughter and her family, my precious grand baby, and my dearest and best friend, very nearly my blood brother, Jeffrey. I came home, collapsed in a chair, and wept. And then I couldn't move, I was simply so worn out that I listened to the snores of the puglings and sat limp in the chair. I felt defeated.

But it was the "dark before the dawn." By yesterday morning I woke up feeling as if I had a new lease on life, that I had been saved from a terrible mistake, and that that day, hard as it was, was meant to teach me a lesson. There is a reason that the Bible says, "Thy will, not mine, be done." We can pray for the best outcome for our lives, but truly, don't (seldom?) fully know what that is. The morning I was leaving I wrote to my friends online and showed the little blue cottage (Before I saw it and got the shock of my life... sadly I am incredibly naive about these things...), and so many of you wrote in with prayers, warm loving support, Bible verses, positive energy, and more that I was lifted up on high. When I came home I thought about that a lot, I had been overwhelmed by the kindness and love and prayers that had come to me from so many, but then it came to me that the prayers and such had worked
PERFECTLY! The prayers themselves were reaching up on high and asking for what was the best for me. I went surrounded and protected with loving guidance and support and angels all around me. And I realized that I was going down the wrong road. And I was lifted up and set down on the correct path. I will stay near my family, and all of a sudden hordes of possible places started rising. We are looking at 2 on Tuesday. And I will take my time, and I will let the table rise. Everything happens in it's own right and perfect time.

A Dream Deferred, in this case, is what saved me, and I EXPLODED into a million pieces, dreams dashed and shattered in all directions, and I landed in soft clouds with the angels singing all around me. I got the message, "All will be well Maitri, just take a breath, slow down, and all will come in the right and perfect time." Of course we know this, and we can preach it to others, but when it comes to ourselves we often forget everything we know.

So I thank all of you for your love, prayers, kindness, support and the angels you put in the car with me that day! I don't have to exactly begin again, just turn in a slightly different direction.

Don't curse dreams deferred, not in this sense. This time, for me, it was a saving grace, and I thank all of you who helped me, and held me aloft, with your prayers, on such a very hard day. Onwards and upwards as the saying goes. I'll keep you posted, and you keep working toward your dreams too...


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dreams, Destiny, Our Purpose In Life Or All Of The Above & Then Some?

I've been sitting here wondering, you know, meandering in my mind (I've got to be so careful. I could get LOST in there, maybe take a wrong turn and never find my way back!), wondering if our dreams are really our destiny, and perhaps even our purpose in life. To wit -- why is it that everybody has different sorts of dreams, some seemingly little, some gargantuan, and yet the dreams they/we have, even if not yet attained, seem to be meant to be for us. We might have a hard time imagining it, and most people are stuck in a rut, or scared, or it just seems too overwhelming to wait, and plan, and work it all out when we live in a fast food society, where everything seems to move at breakneck speed and if it takes awhile most people just shrug and forget about it. But it's the dreamers that really make things happen.

It was Thoreau who put it best...

“If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

I have always loved that quote, but then, I'm a transcendentalist at heart.

One of the things I've been talking about with a friend recently, someone who works for a lot of very wealthy people, is how so many of them have quite a lot of money but are very unhappy. One said something so poignant that it was heartbreaking. She said, "When you have all of this money, you've already bought or achieved your dreams, and when there's nothing left to dream about, there's not a lot to live

If you ask most people what they want most (You know, besides World Peace, and the other obvious answers...) a large percentage of them will say that they want to be wealthy, want to win the lottery or the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes. I've had my share of those kind of dreams too, but I have come to realize, at 55, what one really needs is what feeds their soul, what leaves them with a sense of contentment, or feeling fulfilled. What brings you joy?

I am thinking things through very carefully now. Our dreams aren't and shouldn't be just an acquisition of
things, although many of those, like the cottage I am looking for, are simply practical and necessary things to have to live in the world. I have been acquisitive and ended up with a bunch of stuff I quickly didn't care about. I was trying to fill a void that not only turned out to be a bottomless pit, but got me in trouble financially over things I couldn't even remember buying. We learn the hard way. I have learned my lesson. I want a little cottage, the used car that I've found (My current one is a 17 year old mini-van with rust and cracks and dents and water keeps leaking into one headlight through a crack and the other headlight has a hole about 2 inches round broken smack out of the middle of it. Inotherwords, the poor old thing is kind of held together by bandaids and duct tape, and still, I love this kiwi green mini mini van, but it's just not safe to drive anymore, and you don't dare chance driving it far. I need a car that is dependable and reliable and I'm tired of carrying around a crate full of duct tape, "just in case." But a newer used car will do me fine.

I will be living on a modest but comfortable income, enough to meet my needs and have a bit left over, hopefully making money selling my art and my books and other writing projects to make a little extra, and I will garden like mad and grow some of my own food, and I will live a peaceful existence of solitude and work that I love. It's taken me a long time, nearly three decades of marriage and raising children, a decade of being alone, a starving artist, and at mid-life I am settling into the peace and security that I need. I don't want or need a big life, I need a life that fulfils my needs, I want to help others through my work, I want to care for my bevy of rescued animals, and marvel over my children and grandchildren and I will be happy, and at peace, and filled with gratitude to have just that.

Our dreams do not go away or grow smaller, they become part of us, they go deeper, wherein the perimeter might seem smaller but we have gone down into the vast well of our being and found our truth, our purpose, our mission in life, our destiny. We will find these things if we are patient, and take loving care of ourselves and others along the way, and if we band together to help support one another as we all walk ahead into the land of dreamy dreams, we have a better chance of achieving them.

To that end, one of the things that is important for me to do with this blog is to help others by allowing them to send me their questions which I will post and I will answer as I can, and hope that readers will, in the comments section, help the dreamer see their dream made manifest. This life is an endless journey. Let us walk it together...


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

And Then There Is The Thing I've Always Wanted...

A Historic Home...

1910 Cottage, renovated in the 1970's, but needing work. Price likely too high if he won't come down, but right in the center of the town I wanted. Sometimes I think I want this house so badly I could cry, but money is an issue. And I think what it comes down to is...

What are you willing to give up to achieve your dreams?

This is something I am weighing right now.

Just look at these rounded windows. They don't make them like that anymore....

I want to sit inside and look out of these
windows at the passersby. I want to sit
near the windows reading, and spinning
my hand-dyed, hand-spun yarns. I want
to write my book by these window with
the natural light coming in around me.
I crave these windows in the most
unseemly way...

And then, and

A big dream of mine has always been to have a little historic cottage with a white picket fence...

The white picket fence around the little 1910
Blue House. I have also always loved blue
houses, always wanted one -- I am an artist,
I really need color -- AND my best friend,
just the day before I found this house --
hold onto your hat -- dreamt that I would
end up in a little blue house. This is a man
that dreams things and they come true...


What am I willing to give up to achieve my dream?



C'mon Now, You've Got A Right, A Responsibility, To Go For Your Dreams...

So yes, I'm dreaming my dreams and finally at a place to manifest them and make them happen. My dreams started ten years ago, the part about the little cottage by the sea. And some of my dreams I've been waiting a lifetime for. You see, the thing is, not to worry about time-frames, or dollar amounts, focus on what is dearest to your heart, what you want more than anything. Maybe it's a certain kind of car, moving to another state (or country) or getting a pair of red roller skates, it doesn't matter. What DOES matter is that you KNOW you're WORTH it.

I knew, when my dream began ten years ago that it was going to take a good while to get to this place, and I'm not all the way there yet but I'm beginning to cross the threshold. How did I do it?

First of all, you need to spend a lot of time dreaming,
allowing yourself to dream. It's not silly or foolish and don't let anyone tell you so. In the last ten years I have written about my dreams, take tiny steps along the way, kept a journal of what I wanted to achieve, and most of all, and this is really fun, get a great big cheap sketchbook and collect magazines and have Cut and Paste Days. You know, rainy days, days off work, when you're in the doldrums, when you feel creative. You take a big pile of magazines, scissors, an exacto knife, and a glue stick, and you RIP those magazines apart page by page, and anything that applies to your dream (and new things will keep coming up that are part of it) you cut out, paste down, one picture to a page leaving a lot of blank space for writing and doodling, making notes and jotting ideas, and even making little lists, as ideas occur (You will go back and forth between the picture pages as things occur to you, so leave LOTS of space, or you can also have a series of big sketchbooks.) of steps you might take to realize this dream, all the dreams, a whole BIG WORLD of dreams.

In the end, it doesn't matter HOW you do it, what matters is that you believe you can, AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE WORTH IT, and your joy, excitement and anticipation will spread to others around you. Think outside the box. Be a beacon of hope for all the world around you. Drive down the road singing and giggling as you know you are finally on the beginning of the path that will lead to your dreams.

You can do it. Start now...


Okay, Here Are The First Two Cottages, Give Me Your Opinions...

This is so much harder than you can possibly imagine. And there are so many, but I'm only going to put a post so as not to make it more confusing, and then I'll add to the list as I keep looking...

I call this
The Little Gnome Home and I am absolutely in love with it. I was smitten on sight in fact. The UP side is that it is adorable and what I wanted was an unusual house that I could make into a magical little place. The DOWNSIDE is that it is pretty small, and a little further out of town than I wanted to go, AND it will need a fair amount of work inside to make it comfortable, whimsical and so on. But if it's in good shaped, structurally sound, and just needs some inside work, could you possibly resist this one?

And then there's the one I call The Little Blue and White Cottage. It's adorable and reminds me, from the outside, of a little old schoolhouse. It's closer in but doesn't have the magical charm of
The Gnome Home.

I really need some help here, and I'd love your advice on choosing houses, adding on, etc.

The upside of this little cottage is that it is right in the little town I want to be in, but while it's cute and may be the one, it doesn't have the charm of
The Gnome Home. What do you think? I'd really like to know...

I will be anxiously awaiting your opinions, and you can just leave either or in each post. That simplifies it instead of hitting you with too many houses at once. C'mon, what do you think. I could put twinkly light all around the roof's edge to leave up year round, blue I think. I could put gnomes and elves and mermaids and all manner of things. I am going to create an English Cottage Garden all around with magic and whimsy and garden art and more.


Thanks for helping me decide!

Maitri, confused but hopeful...

Yes You Can! And, Believe Six Impossible Things Every Morning Before Breakfast!

Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."

"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

Alice & The White Queen in
Through the Looking Glass
by Lewis Carroll

Dear Ones,

I bought this unimaginably LONG url some time back. I started the website. Life kept encroaching. I decided to do a blog instead. I designed the outlines of this blog. It sat. I deleted it. I
undeleted it (I didn't even know that you could do that on Blogger but I'm so glad that you can. I'm apt to delete something on a whim and then want to hang myself in the tulip patch (The gnomes always get me down, scold me, and push me back in the door. Besides the many animals, there seem to be an awful lot of the wee little magical people here...). However, a couple of days ago, and in alignment with my current life circumstances, I am having to make manifest all manner of unimaginable dreams. I thought I'd take you along with me, and at the same time encourage you to do the same in your own life.

This will be a magical, whimsical, mysterious, joyous blog. This is the blog where the imp in me runs amok. This is where I pave the way for you to believe six impossible things every morning before breakfast, and then we will all work together to make these things happen!

think "Mr Ed" couldn't really talk. They had no scope for the imagination as Anne of Green Gables would have said! These same people most likely think that those "pink plastic flamingos" in people's gardens and yards are simply that, pink plastic birds on a stick. If they only knew.

I have an in with the wee folk and I'm here to tell you that those flamingos jump off their sticks and come fully alive at night and run amok making mischief everywhere. I also believe they are behind that eternal question,
"Why is it that you put TWO socks in the washing machine and only ONE comes out?" Well I'm here to tell you that I'm usually up into the weesmas (wee small hours) and I've been witness to things most people never see! Do you know that all of these flamingos frolicking round and about laughing as they turn things upside down, inside out, and then paint them all pink are ALWAYS wearing ONE sock. Now where do you think THEY came from. Believe you me, they've been in your dryer before you have!

So come along with me as I build my dream future in odd and whimsical and down to earth ways. I will show you pictures of little cottages I am looking at, the Big Whomper 8 year old 2002 4wdr with 100,000 miles on it Yukon XL and being sold to me from a dear friend for a song. I don't drive a lot but when I do I need ROOM. When you live in a tiny sea town where a hurricane might sweep the whole town away, or make of your little village the next Atlantis, and you have to load up 5 dogs, 6 parrots, all in their carriers and cages, you'd best be able to fit them in. I'm told there is seldom a hurricane here, but it would be just my luck that the biggest one in history hits 4 minutes after I move in and by gosh and by golly I'ma gonna be ready! I don't like a 4wdr because of environmental reasons, but this is used, has the room I need, and recluse that I am, I barely go anywhere at all.

A 2002 Yukon XL. Don't you think it would look
FABULOUS painted a sparkly lilac???

I've already named abovesaid vehicle Jezebel, and had just about decided to have her painted kind of a misty lilac when the current owner, my best friend Jeff, started to go into cardiac arrest. Sigh... Well, I'll spruce it up somehow. I've already decided to put a vase of flowers attached to the dashboard somehow just like the new little VW bugs have (I wanted one of those but they don't so much fit a dozen animals or so...), and I saw the little Smart Cars which look like a child's bootie and nearly gave ME a heart attack, imagining, first of all, trying to fit my Polish behind in the thing, and realizing if I could fit anything in there it would be a slip of paper, which one doesn't much need when there's no elbow room to write, and then there's the fact that a bug could squash you in the thing, and it all made me so nervous I did a wheelie in the car parking lot to get away from it, panting all the while.

I'm going to get one of those little old lady 3 wheel bikes (... with a BIG seat to ride comfortably with my abovesaid Polish arse.), which I think is a dandy way to get around a little town where everything is nearby and there's even a nice big basket to carry things...

But what I really want is the surrey model, but it costs half what I'm paying for my car... (shaking head sadly), and it even comes in red, blue or yellow, but LORD, wouldn't I look GRAND in this...

What I really like about the surrey is that is says the bench seat fits 3 people (Ha ha ha... 2 maybe...) and the front seats 2 little children with safety bars to lock them in. I figured I'd carry a coupla pugs up there for decoration and to give the little hooligans some fun, but I'm not entirely certain that they would appreciate it. But just
imagine tooling around a little town in a surrey with two pugs up front. It needs no gas, it emits no emissions, and I could wear my flamingo hat and really make an impression!

Yes, I really do have, and sometimes
wear this very hat. It's head goes way
up high and it's feet come right to
breast level. So fun the way you can
shock the socks of the neighbors if
you wear it to go out to get the mail,
but I can assure you, they'll never
bother you again...

A flamingo hat makes everything better. I wear it around the house when I'm in the doldrums, startling all the animals no end, but I tell them to buck up and get over it, we all cope in our own ways...

Well, I guess I'll close here, but next time I'll show you some of the cottages I'm looking at, and you can feel free to leave comments with your opinions, and I shall discuss how you, too, can manifest your own dreams. In the next entry after that, I shall likely write about the magical garden that I am already designing. It will be a dumpster diver/artistic paradise, and the gnomes and the flamingos will love it.

Whimsical Maitri
Who Believes In