20 July, 2014

Advice To My 20 Year Old Self...

Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan

Look, if Quantum Physics has it right, there are alternate universes where decisions we think we didn't make actually happen. So aside from my living in Scotland with my own hair salon, or being a music video producer in New York City, there is a me out there living in a world where time travel is normal. So here's my plan. I am going to get a message to that time traveler to get a message to that 20 year old, courageous, frightened, cocky, insecure, fashionista who thinks she knows it all and yet doesn't believe in herself. 

So I have a few things to impart in the hopes that she will on some level hear it and maybe, just maybe, create another alternate universe where freedom of the spirit reigns: 

1. It's okay to love Madonna.
2. Quit smoking.
3. You have the talent and creativity to be successful. 
4. Whatever decision you make about school, career, relationships, is NOT going to be permanent. 
5. Keep the record player.
6. Don't rescue anyone- get out of the way of their destiny.
7. "Starving Artist" is someone else's limitation.
8. You are a warm hourglass of perfection and your body is for your pleasure first. 
9. Pay Attention to your instincts. 
10. Be patient, be kind with the challenging people around you. 
11. Life is a mirror of what you think. 
12. Do Yoga.
13. NEVER stop dancing.
14. Take some real serious sewing classes.
15. Love is a givefffft. 
16. Be a dreamer AND a dream come true maker. 

23 April, 2014

In 1930, If You Were A Fortune Teller...

Nomads. Gypsies. Bedouin. Drifters. Seekers. Diviners.

Part of the definition of a Gypsy:
"A member of a traveling people with dark skin and hair who speak Romany and traditionally live by seasonal work, itinerant trade, and fortune telling"

The archetype of a Wanderer, Nomad or Gypsy is a restless, curious, playful, yet strangely wise energy. 

My Mother was raised in Scotland in the 1930s and she always said that
if you ever met a real Wanderer or Gypsy, their eyes were years older than their bodies. You trusted you were in the presence of a true diviner. 

She also spoke about the discrimination, the poverty they experienced. That her grandfather was spit on by 'Decent Folks' for hiring them for his carnival. Then she would shake her head at the hypocrisy of the rich ladies sneaking down to the camps in "safe" groups of three and four to have their fortunes told. 

The real secret of the Gypsies was not in their fortune telling, but in their life telling

Feminine intuition and deduction, without the strictures of a state religion, allowed the females to develop senses that were encouraged to be dormant in religious based societies. God was outside of you and the only way to salvation or divine experience was through your pastor or church. 

So Fortune Telling in the 1930s was the devil's work. 
So was midwifery. And Tattoos. 

With acceptance of Intuition, listening to inner guidance, being still enough to hear and tapping into universal energy, we are returning to a time of direct connection with the Divine. 

What that means for us is an awakening to our own power is inevitable. 

There will always be prophets, fortune tellers and seers who will use their gifts to offer guidance where our hearts and minds are not open enough. 

You will know you are in the presence of a true diviner, when they point you back to your own power. 

When I asked my mother was the fortune tellers told her, she always said the same thing "Only what I already knew, but didn't want to see" 

14 April, 2014

Before Phones Caught Everything You Did

Thank you Bananarama

This may be one of the reasons my husband is an ex

On an especially cold, slippery snow filled Toronto day, my sig other and I were returning videos to blockbuster. (Yes, there are going to be a lot of references here that the younguns don't understand)

Because I was a newer mom to only one child, high heeled boots in winter still figured pretty heavily in my wardrobe. 

Thankfully, I was not carrying said new child. I was however carrying three VHS videos in their white plastic cases and a purse that could have doubled as an overnight bag.

Just to paint the picture better, I was fond of crimping my dyed blonde hair straight up off my forehead (think Bananarama) and I had on a long red leather duster. (Yes I cringe now)

As I reached the back of the car, I yard saled it. (Thank you J.R. Ward for this amazing slang meaning fell on my butt) 

Did I mention I was wearing a skirt? Oh yeah, it was a memorable moment of snow a*%.

My ex started cracking up laughing and used his doubling over to extend a helping hand. 

I had managed to retain my hold on one of the videos, which I used to whack my husband in the head. To his credit, he kept laughing while checking for blood. (No Exes were actually harmed during this embarrassing episode)

To add to the humiliating factor, I looked up at the nice clean windows of the blockbuster which showed laughing, pointing patrons. 

Thank you blockbuster for not extending the blue sun sheets to the top of the windows! 

Thank you even more to technology for waiting a few more years to create what may have generated a million hits.

(This post was inspired by the hilarious blogger Kate Hall. She is running an 'Embarrassing stories series Here - Join the fun!)