Greetings All,

Whoa, so much is happening out there! Fortunately, this kind of creative ezine opens windows into a world of no drama.

Did you write a Valentine to yourself? Or, are you going to take your marvelous self for granted still another day?

Staying awake to your sensibilities, and to those things around you, are strengths this ezine will help keep keen. While you read, notice your breathing and heartbeat for they are evidences of your extraordinary being.

Now that your attention has been drawn to yourself, notice the small things around you; then, remember the actions you took to put those things in place. Are you comfortable with everything in your space? Or, is there (too much darn) clutter?

As a reminder of the beauty around you, kick back, and relax with the Valentine written to remind me of surroundings I enjoy.

Saturday Noon

I have turned on every lamp in the house to brighten this rainy Saturday noon. I crave lots of light, preferably the sunlight, streaming everywhere, all the time. But, the lighted lamps must do.

Moments ago, after rearranging some bright yellow glads, I began listening to a rigorous Mozart piece, and now I’m sitting with my back melded into the curve of the high backed desk chair. The chair easily rolls when my feet push against the thickly solid mat underneath. The mat is transparent, and the recently shampooed carpet shows through.

The roll-around has been well taken care of, because I vacuum and lightly scrub its fabric. The ‘smells fresh’ chair holds my body’s frame while I type away into a magic box called my personal computer. Purple irises stand tall beside the monitor, and a painting of a very large velvety white orchid hangs quietly on the wall next to my desk.

There is a grandeur of gratitude swirling within these whitened walls; spaces making ample room for an oversized teak desk, credenza, and shelves. A few feet from the hutch, the fireplace, resembling a big-mouthed soprano sustaining a very high note, silently resounds my unshaken thankfulness.

My multifaceted tasks are breathing, alive, and ready for their purr into completion. I carry on what seems ninety-one projects at once from my beautifully landscaped home office. Out of an overly inspired mind, I ask people for their wisdom and humor; I stir up production and network possibilities; at the end of the week, I standup, claiming, ‘I did it! I love myself!’ And, all is well on this slightly drizzled Saturday noon.

Rhythm’s Finesse

Confessing an inherent but curious preponderance for cycles and rhythms within them, I feel I am more than subtly obsessed about spotting and observing their flow. After entering university to study piano, a voice coach who auditioned pianists confided that my affinity for rhythm was captivating. After years of live performance, I now relish levels of intuited rhythm, and find their finesses engaging.

Tip :: Deepak Chopra once suggested focusing on your physical heart, and asking it a yes or no question; then, feeling its answer in terms of warmth or disgust in the area of the chest.

When I focus on my heart, and ask it a yes or no question, invariably the answer seems either a floating clear lightedness or fuzzy grayness in my chest. (Need I clarify lightedness indicates warmth, and grayness, disgust?) Sometimes, I think twice about the heart’s response, which, for me is no surprise. I confess to sparring with what I feel my heart might have expressed. The pumping is softly accentuated, and I think of the organ being happy. The exercise is fun.

Let’s consider our hearts as rhythmical tickers of wisdom, and couplings to our intuition. After all, the cells that compose our bodies are nothing less than elegantly evolving awareness. Our hearts have been, and remain, sustained by quivering rhythms of flawless finesse.

Just for Fun

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg - the phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid.

Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

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Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what's being created.  ~ DM