Elizabeth and Me

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I arrived late to the coffee party, having been a tea drinker. Up until my conversion, there was nothing that compared to a mug full of strong tea served English style – with cream and sugar. (Yes,  I know the English take their “cuppa” in a China cup…)
That was B.C.  Before Coffee.
Both of my parents drank coffee. My Dad, one cup in the morning. My Mom drank it by the potful. (Five o’clock coffee – I wonder if she bought it solely because of it’s name?)  After trying hers,  I never understood how she could drink it at all, so I chose to stick with my tea.

It wasn’t until a few years after I moved to Austin in ’78, that a friend took me to Anderson Coffee Roasters for fresh beans, and I saw the light!
So today, in honor of a good cup of joe,  I’ve taken some lib   bastardized Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43.
No, it isn’t the one where you walk through the valley of death, although it can feel like it until that very first sip.

Oh coffee, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the level of each morn’s most urgent need.

I love thee freely, as thou art created anew each day.
I love thee purely, and sing thou my praises.

I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life!
But I love thee only as long as thou remain stout and steaming…

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Until tomorrow morning,

XO Donna


Sit Still

(This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, “Sick & Tired…and Sexy!”)

 

“A mind is like a parachute, it doesn’t work unless it’s open.”
– Frank Zappa

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I don’t like to meditate. I have been trying to do it off-and-on for years, and the best I had managed up until now was to do “moving meditation” that I learned at a weekend meditation retreat years ago. I’d walk a small path with my eyes almost closed, softly focused.  Back home, I found it impossible to do without bumping into things. That’s when I realized I could do Trance Dance as my moving meditation, and did so happily for years. When I moved outside of town, the one-hour commute made it impractical to attend, and then the studio closed.

Now I am back to sitting. I’ve even written a haiku about my frustration:

catsittingHow to meditate?
Sitting seems a waste of time
I could DO something!

I haven’t had enough consistent experience to be a fan. I’ve only had momentary glimpses of bliss, the ‘gap in between thoughts,’ and those were very cool.

Why do I keep making myself sit still? I’ll tell ya: First, I want to feel inner-peace. Second, I am the kind of woman that will do things JUST because they are good for me.

I  eat and drink healthy things that others won’t. I exercise even when I don’t want to, because I know how good exercise makes me feel.  I drink at least a liter of water every day. I take vitamins. I floss my teeth (although I hate it) and wash off my make-up before bed. I generally stick to my routines because they keep me looking and feeling well.

So, I park my ass on the floor and assume the position.

To learn what meditation is, let’s see what it’s not:

  1. Myth #1 – is that it’s hard to do. With a little bit of instruction from a meditation teacher, it’s both easy and fun. It can be as simple as focusing on your breath, or repeating a mantra. Yes, that’s where “OM” comes in. The challenge is that we (I’m talking about myself here) often try too hard to concentrate,  get so distracted by our thoughts that we think we aren’t doing it right, or we get attached to getting results.
  2. Which leads to Myth #2 – we have to quiet our minds if we want to be successful. It’s not about stopping our thoughts, or being successful.  When thoughts arise, all we need do is see them as thoughts, not judge, and return to our breath or mantra.

Dr. David Simon from the Chopra Center, tells his students, “The thought I’m having thoughts may be the most important thought you have ever thought. Before that, you probably thought you were your thoughts.”

  1. Myth # 3 – is that it takes years to become good at it. The Chopra Center lotussays you can begin to experience benefits the first time you sit down to meditate. Science found that meditation has “profound effects” in the parts of the brain dealing with empathy, memory, sense of self, and regulation of stress.
    Other benefits that keep me trying: better sleep, improved concentration, decreased blood pressure, and enhanced immune function!

Assorted Myths -Meditation as escapism, but it isn’t intended to tuneout the world, it is intended to tune-in to yourself, so you can be here now.
People think they don’t have time to meditate – you only need a few minutes a day.  Skip the news. Take part of your lunch break. If all else fails, do it sitting in bed before going to sleep at night.
It’s a strange religious ritual. No, it’s just a mindfulness practice, which will make you a happier person no matter your religious affiliation, or lack of one.

I know it’s a worthy endeavor which will eventually become easier.
By noticing our thoughts, we are expanding our consciousness, and an open mind is a sexy mind!

 

XO Donna


Bah, Humbug

Dear gentle readers,

It seems that “someone” has created a SNAFU here at sexypast60.

In my workings behind the scene, I seem to have pushed/pulled a wrong lever.

I will be back next week, hopefully with some beautiful improvements.

In the meantime – pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

xo Donna

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Love List

imageMy Bucket Love List.

Most people have a “bucket list”. . .but I have never wanted to call it that because I feel that the implication is you want to cram these things in before you die. You know, as in kick the proverbial bucket.
After much thought, I decided to call my list the Love List, as in a list of places I’d love to see, or see again. They are places I want to visit for either relaxation, adventure and educational, or spiritual purposes.

My Love List has one huge qualifier on it though, we must be able to drive there since we are buying a motor home.
Tahiti and BoraBora? Out!
Paris and Cannes? Non!
Key West? Can do!

For me, well, I should say for us since I’m not doing this alone, the journey has always been as important as the destination. Who knows what wonderful things will happen along the way? Who knows what wonderful new friends you may make along the way? And who knows what great conversation might lead to Another Roadside Attraction that you knew Hermit_Crabnothing about?

That’s the thing I like best about the idea of having an RV – the freedom to allow ourselves to surrender to serendipity, to have no schedule to keep, or agenda to meet.   No planes to catch, cars to rent, luggage to lug around. Like a hermit crab, we have what we need right there with us.

Did someone order a gorgeous, cool sunrise with a side of coffee and a warm shawl? Check!
Would you prefer a balmy evening complete with a palm tree,  sunset, and a cocktail? Check!
Bare legs, flip-flops, and a can of insect repellent? Double-check!

Our RV will also be equipped with a  very comfortable fold-out bed (not an oxymoron anymore) so that friends can come visit for a while. It will also have an extra bath. We want them to have a really great time when they come see us.
Actually, we hope to get them hooked!

Maybe that’s what a “Diesel-Pusher” actually is after all. . .

XO Donna

P.S. – Do you have a favorite destination that’s a bit off the beaten path? Let me know in a comment, please. I’d love to go!


Everything is Energy

Have you ever wondered, “What if this is as good as it gets?” Or, “What if things don’t get better?” What if the big love we’re wishing for, or the fame and fortune, or the perfect figure, or the miraculous healing never happen?

Should we wait, with the Pause button pushed, until everything lines up and we get just what we wanted to hit Play and begin living fully?  

Here is the bad news: It doesn’t work like that.
Here is the good news: It does work.
And it works like this: “For things to change, FIRST I must change.”

“Oh, damn! I hate change!”   I’m sure you can see the conflict inherent in this situation; you hate change, but you want the condition you are unhappy about to change so you can feel better.
“Yeah, that’s about right.”

LampOnWhat if the only thing you had to change was your mind? That’s easy, right?
Okay, here’s the formula:

“Everything is energy and that is all there is to it . Match the frequency of the reality you want and you can not help but get that reality.”
– Albert Einstein

Rather than focusing on what you don’t want; on the loneliness, the lack of fame & fortune, your body, or the health condition. . .ignore those things and simply decide to feel better, which will cause those circumstances to change.

Focus on what’s going right in your life, on what is good, and be grateful for what you do have, and what isn’t going as well as you like will come into alignment.

Simply changing our mind, as easy as flicking on the light switch, will cause everything else to change.

I think of the Stones song, “You can’t always get what you want,” and that’s probably a good thing.
By deciding to change our mind and be happy, we will get what we need.
And when we are happy, we attract more things to be happy about.

It all starts with a decision.
XO Donna

 

 


Nowhere Man

I just had the pleasure of learning of a writer I had never heard of before, Pico Iyer.
He’s a British-born essayist and novelist best known (except to me) for his travel writing.  He’s written both non-fiction books and novels, including these intriguing titles: Video Night in Kathmandu and The Lady and the Monk. His latest book  is The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere. I don’t know which to order first.

armchair2I listened to an interview with him last night and fell in love.  Then, I listened to a TED talk this morning. In both, he didn’t talk directly about his book, about his concept, “Going Nowhere.” Yes, odd for a travel writer.

“Nowhere is magical unless you can bring the right eyes to it. You take an angry man to the Himalayas, he just starts complaining about the food.”

He’s a keen observer with a subtle sense of humor. He said that the  best way he could develop more attentive, more appreciative eyes, was by going nowhere. It was the only way he could “sift through the slide-show of his life,” and make sense of it.

Going nowhere can be as simple as taking a few minutes out of your day, or a few days out of each season, or even taking a sabbatical in order to sit still long enough to find out what moves you and where you are happiest.

I’ve noticed that when I’ve come back from a trip excited and wanting to share everything, I paint a picture with really big strokes, and a lack of focus. After I’ve had a week for things to percolate, I am more fully aware of the feelings and flavors of where I’ve been, and of what I’ve experienced.

For three weeks now, I have been sitting still for 10-15 minutes each morning and evening. I started as a way to bring more peace and focus into my life. Because of Pico Iyer’s talk, I look forward to using my new awareness the next time I travel.

I’ve included a link to his podcast on TEDtalks below. (It’s the first time I’ve done this, fingers crossed that it works!)
Please do check him out.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/tedtalks-society-and-culture/id470623803?mt=2

I hope you enjoy him as much as I did!

XO Donna

 


Please Choose

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I know this for a fact: the secret to happiness is twofold .
First, you choose to be happy. And you keep choosing it, over and over.
Second, you make time to practice being grateful every day.

“Well, if I had something to be happy about, I would.  If I had something to be grateful for, I would. ”
Aha, the age-old conundrum: Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Here’s the deal, you can always find something to be happy about and grateful for.  Then you will be both happy and grateful.


“Not having the best situation, but seeing the best in your situation is the key to happiness.”
 – Marie Forleo

For example, let’s take Austin’s notorious traffic. You can be stuck in it and get angry and frustrated. You can curse all you want, honk your horn, even gnash your teeth. But, does that make you happy?
Or….you can take responsibility, acknowledge that traffic is a part of life here, and plan for it. Spend your time in transit listening to a book, some beautiful music, or a TED Talk. Make the choice to be happy.

Now for part two: spend a few minutes each evening reviewing your day and find three things you are grateful for.

My sweetheart and I used to do this aloud before we went to sleep at night. Now I spend time before bed writing about everything I am grateful for. And here’s the kicker – since what we focus our attention on is what we get more of in our life…this isn’t being altruistic at all. I’m being rather selfish, actually. I want more good things!

Let’s bring this plane in for a landing – if you choose to be happy, and focus on what you are grateful for, you will become happy and have even more to be grateful for. Simple, no?

Do this consistently (I learned last night that 40 days is the magical number) and your life will change for the better.
I guarantee it, or your money back!

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more.”
– Melody Beattie

I’m counting on more,
XO Donna


An Invitation

This past Thursday, the day you usually receive my latest post, I felt that what I had to say was better suited to my other blog.

What??? Oh, yes, I do have another blog called, “Damned Gypsy.”  It is focused on travel, and it will grow as I travel more and write about my adventures.

Ladies and Gentleman, allow me to direct your attention to:

Forsake the familiar

I hope you find something you love!

XO Donna


Ground Control

My First MRI

I injured myself doing squats with weights: they are great for the butt, inner thighs, and calves. As it turns out, not so good for the knees.
I went to the orthopedic doc because my knee still hurt in spite of ice, elevation, and rest. The male nurse asked what brought me there. When I told him, he said simply, “Don’t do squats. We don’t like them around here.”

Um, okay.

imageThe doctor came in, looked over my chart, then asked me how exactly I injured my knee, could I show him? I did. He frowned and said, “Don’t do squats. We tell everyone not to do them.”

So I’ve heard. Won’t anymore. But…what about my butt?

After examining my knee, the doctor decided to send me for an MRI. “I’ll see you again next week when I get the results. Rest. Ice. Elevation.” He patted my knee as he stood to leave the room, “No squats in the meantime, okay?”  Funny guy.

When I was checking out, the young woman filling out the order for the MRI looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Squats, huh? Yeah, I don’t do them anymore since I started working here.”

Alright, I’m convinced.  But what about my….oh, hell.  I just smiled back.

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The next day at Texas Orthopedics I was led to a delightful man who explained the procedure, led me to a changing room, and when I emerged dressed in scrubs he handed me a list of music to pick from.

I have heard that an MRI is LOUD, so I asked if I would even be able to hear the music. His response, “It’s a nice distraction.”
“And, how long is the procedure?”
“Twenty five minutes, probably.”
Twenty five minutes of lying there, completely still. “Sure, I’ll take….Santana.”
His eyes lit up, “That’s my favorite!”

In the imaging room I came face-to-face with a massive white machine with a donut hole in it’s middle. MAGNETOM.
I started humming “Ground control to Major Tom,”  from David Bowie’s song, Space Oddity (speaking of oddities, Iman is the stunning model/business woman married to Bowie, and Iman is also the Spanish word for magnet).

I was arranged comfortably, reminded to hold perfectly still, given a set of oversized, squishy BOSE headphones, and covered with a fresh, soft blanket. The tech excused himself, and left.

Reminiscent of a blast of reverb at a concert, and  just as jarring, the initial sound startled me.
His voice through my headphones, “Are you okay, Miss Donna?”
I assured him I was, then the music began, and the MRI commenced knocking, whirring, and vibrating.
I lay there, Carlos Santana’s soulful guitar wailing, the machine rocking along, and thought;  if it weren’t for the cold, and the sterility of the place, I could have been flat on my back, head in a speaker, at a 70’s rock concert all over again.

It was over much quicker than I thought it would be.
“You were so still,” the tech told me.
I thought that was the whole objective…to lie perfectly still.
Do some people just not do that?

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Rather than getting a lollipop for being a good patient, afterwards I went to Nordstrom and treated myself to a glass of wine and a bowl of French Onion soup for lunch.

The perks of growing older!
XO Donna

 


It’s too hot

…to go out and play. Actually, to go out and do anything at all in the afternoon.
I don’t even have the energy to walk over to the beautiful pool at our imageapartments.

I’ve been staying indoors, daydreaming about running away to cooler climes, watching a new series (to me) on Netflix and getting a lot of writing done.

And that’s great news for me. After wondering where I was going to find the motivation to get back to work on my book, I woke up two days ago and did a word count. I was excited to realize that I was  more than halfway there! Since then I’ve been adding a couple of thousand words a day. There is light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s NOT a train!

imageSpeaking of trains – the Netflix series we have been enjoying is “Hell on Wheels.” It’s a down-and-dirty Western about the building of the Trans-Pacific railroad in the wild west. It’s a bit more realistic than I’d like – I have a weak stomach when it comes to bloodshed, but I look away.  The lead actors are engaging and very sexy. Can you say “smoldering?”  The costuming, hair and makeup are wonderful and the series is deliciously character driven.

We also enjoyed Lillehammer with Steven Van Zandt (of both Bruce Springsteen’s E-Street Band and The Sopranos fame). In the series a mob guy gets a new identity and a relocation to Sweden – where his darkness and chaos are a stark contrast to all that freezing brightness and order.

And speaking of that, freezing sounds good right about now.
XO Donna