Friday, August 27, 2010
Just as in yoga, one must strive to write, make music, dance, sing, draw or paint each day. If we lose touch with these gift of creation, we loose touch of our selves. We move further along the path pondering why things aren't going right. What has made our moods wonder from magnificent to mundane?
Create, even if you think your creation isn't "Perfect" or carries value. You never know who you might touch and help them along their celestial destiny. Seeing your creation may influence others to do something similar. Attempt something they always enjoy but never, "have the time to do".
If you really want to make a difference in your world and make a positive change in your attitude, then some personal sacrifices are expected. But the result is worth the inconvenience.
Get up fifteen minutes earlier to write a song. Instead of a coffee break at work, take a creative break. Take twenty minutes before bed to unwind and let the creativity flow. In a few weeks, you will be amazed at your new creative masterpieces.
Create and enjoy.
Love and be free.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Something tells me
We are all alike
Dreams, visions, emotions
Texas purple electric strike
Fear of the unknown
How we ought to be
Express yourself via colour
Embody life breath serenity
Plasmic siren dynamite
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
While walking in the forest with Pooka the puppy yesterday afternoon, I heard news of a bear spotted up ahead along our path home.
My heart skipped a beat.
Anticipating running into this almighty creature, my mind raced back to childhood days, growing up in the Yukon and what had been taught in school if we happened upon a bear.
Think Angie, think. What do I do?
Juvenile recollections surfaced.
Run away as fast as you can? No!
Climb a tree? Nope!
Jump in the water. Bears can't swim, right? No, of course they can!
Stop, drop and roll!!!! Yes!!!!! Wohoo, I figured it out!!
Wait a minute, no that's for fires!
Lord, why can't I remember!
My mind frantically scrambled for the answer as I continued along the path.
Out of nowhere, I chanced upon a First nation man and his two children. Hesitating, I asked if they had seen a bear along the way. No, the man replied and carried on towards the river.
Wishing I had contended for help, I second guessed my intuition of trouble and slowly move on towards my journey's end. Tears trickled down as I walked. Having left my belongings behind, reality set in. No cell phone, no money to make a call and no a clue of what to do. Panicking and imagining the worse case scenery, an Angie sandwich, I chose to turn around and not walk this path alone.
Miraculously, the Native man and I crossed paths again. This time he must of sensed my fear. Blond hair perfectly manicured, a fashionable summer dress, city shoes and small dog, didn't exactly give off the appearance of a women ready to face a giant beast of the forest. He asked if I would like him to accompany me.
With a great sense of relief I replied yes and we proceeded back down the path.
Still frightened, I made small talk to ease my nerves and asked the protocol for seeing a bear. He said to stop, make tons of noise and walk backwards creating the impression of a larger you.
Suddenly the man interrupted himself and shouted, "STOP! There is the BEAR!"
OOHHHHHHH MMMYYYYY GOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!
Five feet ahead of us stood the bear, a yearling, heading towards the river. He was still young, about the size of a large dog but extremely powerful and unpredictable.
"GO AWAY BEAR!," the man shouted.
"GO AWAY BEAR!," clapping his hands with authority.
I stood petrified and in disbelief.
The bear sniffed the earth, looked our way then scooted up ahead into the bushes. He was gone. Completely shocked and unnerved we persisted towards my destination, silently praying for safety.
As we crossed the small wooden bridge the man howled again, "GO AWAY BEAR!"
The curious yearling had come back for a second gander. I had reached my maximum and was TOTALLY freaked out, almost hyperventilating, as the bear watched us watching him.
"GO AWAY BEAR!"
"GO AWAY BEAR!!"
"GO AWAY BEAR!!!"
With one final thunderous clap, the bear ran away. This time for good.
The man escorted me to the forest clearing and helped detangle Pookas' leash from the woodland bramble. Beaming with excitement and gratitude, I thanked the man, hugged him and exclaimed he was the hero of the day!
He smiled modestly, said you're welcome then left.
After this unforgettable experience, a wise friend advised me to research the meaning of bears in the Native community.
Here is brief explanation from the, "What's your sign" website.
"Native American Bear Meaning - A quick list of keywords summoned by the tribal mind:
Because the bear is cautious, it encourages discernment to humankind. Because of a fierce spirit, the bear signals bravery to those who require it. Because of its mass and physical power, the bear stands for confidence and victory. Because it prefers peace and tranquility (in spite of its size), Bear calls for harmony and balance."
Yesterday, I experienced my very first encounter with a black bear. Memorable, frightening and exhilarating today, I look at the episode as a blessing. What an honor to be in arms length with such a dynamic animal.
Seeing the bear was an omen. A way to teach me some important rarefied lessons.
Be prepared when walking alone in the forest.
Or the city for that matter. Bear mace is an excellent arm against humongous, furry fauna as well as hulking, dangerous thieves.
Accept help when it is offered in a kind and sincere manner.
Most people genuinely possess good intentions and do not wish harm or injury on others.
Trust your intuition.
Heart pumping, adrenaline racing, hands shaking and body sweating is a pretty good indication that danger lies ahead.
Happy trails to you!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Bikram Yoga Comox Valley,
A blessing and a treat.
Learn, grow and evolve,
From head down to feet.
Students arrive daily,
Troubles, fears and stress.
Turn it around 90 min later,
Energized, free and happiness.
Conscious focus, dedication,
Hard work and drive.
Bodies and minds transform,
And finally feel
Poem for Natasha, owner of Bikram Yoga Comox Valley
Sunday, August 1, 2010
I find myself in a challenging situation after loosing my job due to a building fire.
Being unemployed is looked down upon because you are a) not contributing to society b) not contributing to your family and c) making some people feel uneasy because you do not fit neatly into a category of employment.
Many people enjoy people placing then making their own assumptions and judgements based on your field of work. For example, as a whole, gangsters are considered law-breakers; policeman are thought of as law abiding; singers are classified as artists while sales people are said to be pushy and cut-throat.
People placing comes naturally to many an individual, an oddity passed on from parent to offspring, generation after the next. As children, we learn about different professions and are encouraged to follow the promising career path we chose after high school or post-secondary education.
For me however, this career path hasn't been as square-shooting as previously foreseen. Perhaps this is a result of my taking pleasure in trying new things, testing my limits and living life on a whim. Perhaps. Relishing in world of unbound, free and limitless actions has allotted plenty of time to roam and explore.
My typical stint with a job, place, and/or relationship would last no longer than twelve months. With little thought for the future, I would leave without any sad goodbyes or regrets. Like a sailor setting sail, a pirate pillaging loot, a bandit taking unfair advantage of others, or an outlaw who refuses to be governed by the established rules, I left. I thought only of yours truly and what I needed to be happy. I ran away from unhappiness and traumas in hopes of a new beginning. In spite of leaving, things stayed the same. My problems keep coming back. Wherever I went, I was there. One of my favorite Pharcyde songs lyrically epitomizes this situation, "Can't keep runnin' away.....Ya can't keep runnin' away....."
During the past year and a half of returning to the island where I grew up, one thing is for certain: I am maturing emotionally, mentally and most notably spiritually. My spirituality has been with me this entire time but I chose to ignore it. It was what I was afraid of facing and kept me runnin' away.
Today, my running shoes are retired and this Spiritual Bandida is taking a well deserved rest.
Keep on keepin' on xox