Share It Forward Sunday

Perhaps I can blame it on the scorpion full moon hanging low in the night sky, but it has, quite frankly been a crappy week.

But crappy weeks somehow bring out the best in me. I become more determined to find the good, to see the positive and to be grateful for who and what I have in my life. I’m not being ignorant or building a life of fantasy. Choosing to focus on the beauty of our world gives me courage to keep going. It helps me to gather strength, and it feeds my soul.

The more I focus on how amazing this world is, the more I want to be part of it. The more I want to celebrate. The more I refuse to give up. Yes, I’m a stubborn little shit, as my mother used to say, along with many of my teachers…and perhaps the odd partner and manager…

So todays clip was found on Upworthy. Yes, it’s an ad for an insurance company. But the story is still inspiring.

I hope it reminds you why you are in this world like it reminded me. And if you have had a crappy week too, then hopefully this helps you get out of bed in the morning!

Enjoy lovelies.

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Things I love Thursday

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Some things I have loved…very much…this week:

the warmth seeping through me from a friend simply holding my hand,

the hum of the kitchen at my favourite cafe,

the shelter of my sweet protective husband,

sleep…deep dark sleep…

the sweet taste of hot honey tea,

a breakfast of champions cooked by my son,

a genuine apology…too rare these days,

a midnight text message full of love,

the dark blanket of endless sleep…

strong, powerful words of courage,

an unexpected call to fight, and a cheer from the gallery above,

sweet, rich, homemade baked cheese cake with a son who listens,

tears,

watching someone I thought was lost follow her dream…magik,

finding a moment to be grateful for against the full scorpion moon,

long hot showers…

soft woollen blankets…

sleeping

until

tomorrow.

 

Share It Forward Sunday

You’re a goddamned treasure whether you want to believe it or not. 

-Savannah Brown

 

You may have noticed that I love poetry…words tumbling and dancing together to create a story or an emotion that touches our hearts and souls. That describes our experience. That creates the world around us.

Poetry Slam is usually a competition where poets read, perform or recite their work. It’s awesome stuff and YouTube has many amazing poets that you can watch. There are also lots of local Poetry Slams in most major cities. Melbourne has a vibrant community of poets that you can connect with here or if you are interested in a slam, here.

This week I wanted to share Savannah Brown’s poem: What Guys Look For In A Girl: A Slam Poem. Her work has been posted on A Mighty Girl and Upworthy a few times, and she also has her own facebook page. I love her! Savannah is 17 years old. Her poems are passionate, angry, honest, uplifting and beautiful beyond words. As she says, she’s just a 17 year old girl from Ohio who likes making videos and stuff…

She also writes awesome poems…

Hope you love this too…

 

Special thanks to Upworthy for the transcription below:

When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than me, a world of happiness previously unseen was discovered because somewhere along the line of ageing and scrutiny and time, I was taught to despise myself.

But I made sure I kept myself beautiful so someone would love me someday, so I could belong to someone someday, because that’s the most important thing a little girl could ever want, right?

I was 13 the first time I was embarrassed about my body, of course it might not be the last, and I remember stuffing my bra in the morning, tears stinging my eyes, hoping, praying to something that I could look beautiful enough today, braces and all, for the ruthless boys who mercilessly told me I was worthless because my boobs weren’t big enough.

And I would go home and put on a sweatshirt with my eyes closed, deny myself the right to be shown myself because I didn’t dare want to insinuate beauty in regards to something so insulting as my body.

But, I mean, we all end up with our heads between our knees because the only place we’ll ever really feel safe is curled up inside skin we’ve been taught to hate by a society that shuns our awful confidence and feeds us our own flaws.

And sometimes when I need to meet the me that loves me, I can’t find her or remind her that the mirror is meant to be a curse so that I could find her in my mind, but when he or she shouts, “Let me out!” we’re allowed to listen.

But it’s met by a chorus of conceited, egotistical narcissists. But since when was self-substitute a sin? Since when was loving who we are made an offense by morons that don’t matter? Change this physicality and that one. Don’t you dare shatter the illusion that you could ever be anything beyond paper-fine flesh and flashy teeth and fingernails. A code of accusations of not good enough, never good enough. Have you ever felt so numb that it hurts? Entertain me.

You can’t surrender to them. You’ve gotta remember that you’re the only thing you’ll ever truly have. And no, I don’t mean your body. Because someday that will go bad no matter what you do. I mean you. I mean the way your bright eyes go wild when you smile and how your laugh is so melodic it’s a song.

I mean the way your creativity is a compass that leads you to what you love. And you don’t need any miracle cream to keep your passions smooth, hair free, or diet pills to slim your kindness down. And when you start to drown in these petty expectations, you’ve gotta re-examine the miracle of your existence because you are worth so much more than your waistline. You are worth the beautiful thoughts you think and the daring dreams you dream, undone and drunk off alcohol of being.

But sometimes we forget that because we live in a world where the media pulls us from the womb, nurses us, and teaches us our first words: skinny, pretty, skinny, pretty, girls, soft, quiet, pretty, boys, manly, muscles, pretty. But I don’t care whether it’s your gender, your looks, your weight, your skin, or where your love lies. None of that matters because standards don’t define you.

You don’t live to meet the credentials established by a madman. You’re a goddamned treasure whether you want to believe it or not. And maybe that’s what everyone should start looking for.

Gala Darling Challenge #8

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‘Write the birthdays of your personal heroes in your planner & work out a way to honour them on that day. ‘

– Gala Darling, 100 Things To Do When You’re Upset (The Sad Trombone List)

 

I have three personal heroes in my life, outside of my family, who never fail to inspire me to want to be better than I am. They are all quite different personalities and have contributed to the world in extremely different ways, but somehow their stories connect with me. I have only met one of my heroes, (Kylie, very briefly, at a Kids Helpline fundraiser) but they have all play such an influential role in my life. My spirit and heart seem to be on fire when I read an article or a book about them, or hear them speak or perform or give an interview. Their decisions, contributions, mistakes and determination inspire me to breathe through the fear and give it a go…whatever that “it” may be.

So it seems quite fitting to celebrate their birthdays in my own way and acknowledge the impact they have had on my life. Perhaps it will be with a cup cake and a whispered happy birthday…perhaps a re-read of a biography, (Richard Branson’s autobiography, Losing My Virginity, was an eye opener for me) or another afternoon watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Perhaps I will take action in their name…make a donation to one of their charities, or do something that I think they may find fitting, like go to the ballet, have a Pink Afternoon Tea to raise awareness and money for breast cancer…or perhaps try something a bit daring like rock climbing?

My three heroes, Audrey Hepburn, Kylie Minogue and Richard Branson are all so different, but all have become creative and determined game changers ~ refusing to become victims, overcoming extraordinary challenges to not only change their own lives, but the lives of others around them.

To me they are luminous and immortal.

Who are your heroes?

A Jar of Gratitude and Joy!

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Day 115

I have been ‘posting’ butterfly notes into my Gratitude Jar for a few months now and it’s getting quite full.

Today, after a week of being unwell, I needed a little perking up. So I took a sneak peak at the contents of my jar. After fifteen minutes I was feeling pretty awesome! I was surprised at how quickly I had forgotten some of the fantastic things I have achieved, and some of the equally awesome things that have happened over the past few months.

Reading through my notes was a bit like looking through a stack of precious photos…you can’t help but remember the stories and the feelings you had on the day or in that moment in time.

I have a large jar that I bought at the $2 Shop and I decorated it with butterflies, red hearts and ribbons. Then I cut out a few purple and pink post it note pads in the shape of butterflies. I keep them next to my jar on my book shelf with some sharpie pens ready for the next ‘instalment’!

The plus for me is that the small shape of the butterfly keeps my note short and to the point. It also encourages me to document my achievements and experiences because I know it will only take me 15 seconds. Once I have written down my experience or achievement, I pop it into the jar. I’m saving them for a moment with my husband on New Years Eve when, over a glass of champagne, I can read the contents of my gratitude jar and look back on all of the wonderful moments and achievements of 2014.

Sometimes though, it’s great to have a sneak peak. It helps clarify what you want to write and record. What makes your heart sing, or burst with pride? What fills you with warmth and joy? What gives you an utter sense of love and pure bliss?

Today, when I was feeling a little tired and vulnerable, (and to be honest a bit cranky and frustrated that I am still unwell), taking the time to meander through some brightly coloured butterfly notes was…well a bubble of joy. It reminded me to be grateful. And excited. I am living an extraordinary life.

How are your gratitude or happiness jars going? Are you writing all of your amazing achievements down? Perhaps you have a bucket list jar instead and each time you achieve one of your dreams on your list you write that down and pop it into your jar. Perhaps you have had a few sneak peaks, or perhaps you are saving it all up for a special date.

Or maybe it’s time to finally set up your gratitude/happiness/ bucket list jar…it’s not too late!

“May you live every day of your life.” 
― Jonathan Swift

Things I love Thursday

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Day 114 

It feels as if the universe is conspiring to keep me in bed this week. I had a lovely long luxurious weekend relaxing and watching movies and the like ~ By the time I was heading back to work I was feeling awesome, then the next moment I was invaded by Winter germs!

Cough!! ** Splutter** Erg  >.< *heads back to bed*…

Still, there is so much to be grateful for!

Things I have loved this week: Staying home in my slippers and pyjamas sucking on throat lozenges and drinking herbal tea; overdue cuddles with the koala; little puppies~way too adorable; dragon egg bubble baths from Lush and coconut oil naps; being surrounded by my loud and crazy family for lamb roasts and rich decadent chocolate cake; amazing rambling conversations; endless emails with my best friend; seeing butterflies everywhere; French comedies that make you giggle and cry; the thrill of painting again; giant hugs with giant sons; Kylie on The Voice ~ squeeeeee!! Reading late into the night; luscious romantic dinners with my husband; and this beautiful song…

Life

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Life

is for deep kisses

for wrapping your arms around someone who is precious

for adventures to places where the stars cover the sky

for real hot chocolate and freshly made cake to share

Life

is for eating buckets of rich home made ice cream on a hot summer day

for sinking into a soft warm bed

for walking on squeaky white sand

and rambling conversations late into the night

Life

is for swimming in crystal clear water

for ridiculous moments with dear friends

laughing until you cry and your stomach aches

for allowing your curiosity bring you to new lands

and dancing on the beach at dawn

Life

is grieving for what you have lost

for sinking into endless despair thinking you may die from the pain

aching and screaming silently

but when the time comes getting back up anyway

Life

is finding the place you belong

for singing loudly in hot showers

for burying yourself in the person you love beyond words

for strange moments that completely and utterly change everything

and being free

to come home.

 

Caz Espinoza, 7th May, 2014