When The Day Is Done, Let It Go. . .And Let Magic Do Its Thing

This is so…SO…much easier said than done.  But it is – no exaggeration – a key to healthy living.

Me? I’m still working on this nearly 40 years in!

The “could”s and “should”s we impose on ourselves are incredibly damaging, and often the source of a great deal of stress. The other day someone said to me “if only…” and recited a beautiful and perfect scenario (pitted, by the way, against a reality that didn’t turn out exactly that way.)

But my response wasn’t to agree – instead I said, I believe I am where I am meant to be and that things have happened in this way, with this timing, for a very specific reason. Often in the moment I wonder only to find out down the road that everything fell perfectly into place at the ‘right’ time. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

I guess that means I’m leaning on a whole lot of faith, the belief that magic and miracles exist, and that the Universe does deliver. Now that may feel a lot more “unrealistic” to the naysayer, and definitely to those who land themselves with the “realists.”

No problem! You’re entitled to that view but I – having seen the supernal realm divine a few spells that altered the course of my own life (in very happy ways) – am going to keep airing on the positive side. I also ascribe to the idea that I will attract what I put out – as the kind of person I am, I need to watch this on a regular basis, and shield myself as much as I can from the negative “stuff” floating in the ether. 

My skating coach gave me a card when I was just a teenager and it had a picture of someone watching puzzle pieces float down from the sky. . . When he stepped back, he realized he was standing on a vast puzzle beneath him, and everything was fitting perfectly. The card read, “sooner or later, everything falls into place,” and I never forgot it. 

I trust in the timing of the Universe because is hope is always an option. The sun rises without fail, whether we see it or we don’t. I therefore believe even in what I cannot see. . .and when you get down to it, that’s where the magic begins. . . 

Smile For No Great Reason

The enormous smile I have in this photo was because I got in the car and realized my seatbelt intersected my vampire tee.  

Indeed, scarcely humorous on the surface (or really to anyone other than myself, I fully realize!), but the juxtaposition of the “keep out!” hash mark across the biting, goth-girl-at-heart’s grin was worth a giant, sunny smile for my part. I think it was the irony.

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The little things in which we can find laughter or a smile (for no great reason in particular) each day. . .keep your eyes out for more of them.  OFTEN.  They really are worth their weight in gold.

Feline Humor – The Samurai And The Dot

Do you suppose they dress up in all this Samurai garb just to fight the seen – and sworn – enemy that is the “red dot”. . .? 

Wouldn’t it be easier to just lunge after it, minus the ceremonial paraphernalia?  (Or is the seek-and-destruction of said dot elevated to whole other level of badassery when they WEAR the armor?)

I feel like if my two could talk – Musashi in particular – I’d be at the receiving end of an angry stare and an “IDIOT HUMAN! You know NOTHING!” 

 

Smile For The Sun – It Smiles For You!

There’s something to be said for getting your (natural) dose of Vitamin D, beyond what the vitamin itself provides.

The sun has that uncanny ability to pick up one’s mood (just as, sometimes, those rainy days can make you feel more glum.  No offense, rain, we love you…but the dreary coloring and lack of direct light can definitely weigh on the temperament!)  I don’t ever sit out, per say – not so gentle on the peau – but it is incredibly important to get outside and jam in the sunbeams every so often.

I knew someone once who was prone to down moods…often.  One day she called me and said “I was looking at the shades in my room – they were down.  They’ve ALWAYS been down.  But I thought of you for some reason, and that you would say I needed to show the sun my face… So I opened them…  I felt the difference right away!  I couldn’t actually believe it.”  She was truly and sincerely taken by the immediate flood of warmth and good feeling – it can actually be instantaneous.  

 

Gothiness – Can I Live Here?!

I didn’t care for the acting in Sleepy Hollow – I have to get that out of the way.  But I don’t watch Tim Burton movies for the acting.  His decadently dreary visuals simply light my heart aglow, especially when they lean Autumnal (to my gothic heart, it seems his lenses are so seasonally tinted – perpetually, much to my joy!)  

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His eerie, throw-back town, cloaked in lowly fog and Samhain-style mise-en-scene is so my speed it’s ridiculous.  The average human being, I daresay, seems to possess such desires as going to the beach, baking beneath a blindingly hot ball of fire. . . They like pop stars and malls and large gatherings of people…  And there I sit – and always HAVE sat – with a heart yearning for the deep.  For the drumming of the earth, the black of the night, the impossibly-incandescent burn of the moon and stars.

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I’m scarcely morbid, and find myself often mistaken for a social butterfly.  No.  Nooo.  I’m more like the little black bat flitting around at Dusk.  The Morticia in the corner, carefully contemplating, and reveling in the shadows. While not so evident at this stage in my life, at least I’m not accused of loving pink – ah yes, at least that is obvious enough!

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Tim Burton’s quirky characters, singularly macabre and always intriguing, enchanted me from the get-go – Each one more peculiar than the next, and ever placed in spectacularly vampish settings.

I don’t want to live in a City, my feet falling on hard concrete and my gaze stifled by towering man-made constructions.  I don’t need to be in the center of things, encompassed by busy streets and bustling storefronts.  Sure, I enjoy not being completely isolated – it’s nice to have some manner of life around!  But I’d much prefer those ghostly streets, with their spectral, smokey vapor and stormy skies… A  few lit Jack-O-Lanterns would be enough to brighten the mood for me. . .