....love stuff

I read my friend Snow's blog today....

I like to go there...he writes really, really, well...

I love his heart.

http://snowbrush.blogspot.com/

He posted about some things he loves...

and got me thinking...

I love the sun...especially on days like today...when the air is cold but if you can get in the right place the sun will warm you, make you feel golden.  I love to dry my hair in the sun..

I love my dog Maia...she is a clown...a gentle giant of girl...afraid of the dark she is..I love how she pushes her weight into me, leans on me ever though she weighs more more than I do.... and how she sits on the couch with me.  Butt on the cushion, back legs crossed at the ankle, and front legs on floor.......how she wiggles her whole body around me when she is happy and blocks my way when she doesn't want me to leave....how she dances and prances when she knows we are going for a walk or ride..and how patient she is with the little dogs that are part of her tribe...

My daughter's little Chihauhau really is nasty to Maia...

the other day I was looking up on the hill and here comes Maia, just running like the wind...with little Pickles hot on her trail.....

Maia would rather run than fight...

yet I know she would lay down her life for me.

and sometimes she likes to sit on me...my lap dog..

I love my friends, the ones who listen to my stories and share theirs...I love how they laugh at my jokes and my life, how they put up with my rants about the world and all it's injustices...they don't always agree but they listen, and still still let me hang out.

I love my spiritual sisters... the ones who hear it all...all my crazy stuff...listen to me cry as I ache for things out of my reach....one will listen and commiserate with me, then offers words that calm me and make me laugh...laughter really helps the energy to shift...

and then I'm ready to hear what she has to say from a higher perspective....and it always comes back to the fact that I am where I am today because of choices....good and bad...

but that doesn't mean I can't get up every day and make little choices that will help me get where I want to go...or to what I want to experience...and she tells me I am worthy...

and sometimes I need to hear that.

Some think life is not so much a place to seek personal happiness and fulfillment, julie, but rather a place to learn lessons and pay dues. 

And so it is for them. 

Tallyho,

The Universe

My art, I love that I can create something that someone else is touched by....I adore where is leads me...the people I meet...the things I am invited to do because of my Spirit Figures.

Music...gotta have it.  It is the background of my life.  

I was raised in the resort town of Clear Lake..

my parents were in the bar and restaurant business and my best friend's parents were too...We often had dinner while listening to someone singing a love song at the piano bar...and because we were cute we were encouraged to get out on the dance floor and dance to singers like Tennessee Ernie Ford...omg...I just realized he was my first concert...lol

My parents always had music playing at home and the pool where we swam had a jukebox...we kids were always begging for quarters so we could play our favorites...

my Aunt Sally turned me on to opera when I was 9.

I love the theater...musicals.

I came of age in the 60's and still love the music that talked about social injustice..

I sang along with Joan, Joni and Judy...  

I danced to the Grateful Dead in Golden Gate Park and the  jefferson Airplane, and Country joe McDonald.... I rocked to Cream and Traffic, Chicago, joe Cocker, Santana and Janis, B.B. King and johnny Winter at the Filmore and Winterland.... 

I never stopped listening to music...and I love all kinds..from country to Eastern, john Mayer and Adele, Train and Sarah McLaughlin...I love the blues and the soulful sound of artists like Etta James and Al Green and joss stone..oh, and Bonnie Raitt..

I dance to psychedelic trance most every night and relax to Native American flute music.....

Music can speak what my soul wants to say...I love it.

And I love ice cream...I don't want to...I know it's bad for me and it comes from poor diary cows who suffer so...oh god...

but I love it anyway.  

It is my guilty pleasure.

I dream of two scoops of Mexican Chocolate from a little ice cream shop in Berkeley.