On the Inside

I want to write something beautiful just for you,
and if it were possible, I'd pen the vibrations of my soul
into a prose so honest and real it might beckon a tear.

I’d start by searching the deepest recesses of my being,
anguishing the pain of each step required to bring forward
words concealed by raw emotion, self-doubt and fear.

I want to sing you a secret love song
accompanied by the voices of a thousand angels
who’d gently whisper their falsettos into your ear.

A familiar melody only you would recognize
from a place of long ago and far away
sweetly lulling you back home to yester-year.

I want to create a magnificent work of art
portraying depth with a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors
and steady brush strokes bold and clear

A creation that would take your breath away
and perchance cause you to reconsider
fleeting, superfluous things you thought you held dear

For I know that when you look at me,
your eyes are pleased at the pieces that make up the outside
tho they merely comprise the package that serves to bind the inner.

If you can bring yourself to do it - look deeper
past this shell of flesh and blood,
and you will see what’s not in the mirror.

That is the “me” I want you to see

I am a beautiful verse,
I am a secret love song,
I am a magnificent painting...

I am beautiful!

Ready, Set ...... GO!

Ok, so it was really a little more laid back then I was expecting - and that is quite an understatement. Since this was my first Mermaid Regatta I had no idea what to expect. In fact, I found myself with butterflies in stomach the morning of. Granted, I knew that we were signed up for the slacker class (the Margarita Class) but still it was called a “race.” My fears eased up quite a bit as the committee boat’s dingy pulled up alongside and threw a gallon of margarita’s onboard.




Aboard La Le Lu we had eight mermaids (Susan, Pam 1, Pam 2, Jody, Gale, Claudia, Caroline and Kathy) and our token man slave, Rick. Prior to leaving the dock, we hoisted the storm sail – a big red bra – and headed out to the course. There were two marks set up just outside the marina channel that had to be rounded, prior to heading south to Marker 21 and back.

Pam V took the helm and bossed everyone around (but she looked really cute doing it). The rest of us escaped by heading up to the cabin top / forward deck. The wind was on the beam at about 7 knots and we were moving along at a respectable 5.5 knots under the direction of captain Bligh. We passed several boats, avoided a boat collision, and just had a great sail and enjoying each other’s company.

Surrender to Love

Thoughts banging around in my mind
like loose shutters in a windstorm.

Desperately turning over questions
in search of their answers.

Why do I continue to fight when I know it to be futility?

Why do I deny that the answers are all right before my eyes?

The voice of reason comes to me,
softly at first, as if it were a whisper,
increasing in volume like approaching thunder
until it can no longer be ignored

..."SURRENDER!!!!!!"

Surrender to truth, surrender to patience, surrender to everything that is good and beautiful, and most of all, surrender to love.

Unconditional love is the only 'real' love that exists. A love that is so enticing yet paradoxically elusive to us in our mortal condition. It is the love that our souls instinctively thirst for - the slightest drop of which a soul longs to drink.

(written for me, but also for you - and you know who you are!)

Pirates on the River - Arggg!

Let me tell you a story of four salty lasses, land-bound girls from the other side of the river with feet that had been still far too loooooong. It seems they found their way across the river one warm summer eve, to the Melbourne Yacht Club. As luck would have it, when they arrived a full blown pirate party was underway over there. (editor's note: Ok, so maybe we knew about it prior to heading over there, and one of us was actually invited, but I think that telling people we crashed it makes for a better story.)

One of those salty lasses (yours truly) even found herself a date over on the other side of the river - a cute little wench, slight of 4' tall she was, but ahhh man! Could she dance!




Somehow, between all the rum, dancing, mingling, and more rum, the good ship LaLeLu got 'volunteered' into duty as a - get this - race boat! for MYC's annual mermaid regatta. A women's only sailboat race. Hah! La Le Lu a race boat - that is very funny. Probably the only boat in the fleet with a toaster oven aboard!

Love on the Inside

Love is the only thing we need. Love is our peace. Love is our joy, health, and wealth. Love is our identity. We go into a relationship looking for love, not realizing that we must bring love with us....We must move into relationships willing to share what we have, rather then being afraid of someone taking it.

Love is the experience of oneness, a union of the mind and heart. Unfortunately, we believe we can establish this union with others only if we give up something. We attempt to create this union with others before first creating it within ourselves. You cannot get love from the outside until you are love on the inside.

Excerpt from ‘In the Meantime’, by Iyanla Vanzant

I am a being of light

I am a being of light and peace shining like a star .......................

I radiate peace and light to the world .....................

The light and peace envelopes me and the waves of peace and light shine from my mind like a lighthouse ............................................

I continue to radiate peace to the world as I fill my mind with peace love and light .........

through this peace i feel love and benevolence for all souls ......

A Meditation Excerpt

The Big Picture

We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience.

WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

(Author unknown. Found it at the bottom of an email today and thought it worthy of sharing)

Life...

...Enjoy it now - it does have an expiration date.

Wishes Fulfilled

The only way one can find their way is to first be lost. To make it big, start out small. To fall in love, first feel none. Any such feelings are simply a sign that you've made a really, really big and daring "wish," and that its manifestation has already begun.

Tender Thoughts of Passion Seep

Feigning acquiescence to complacency while

just below the surface tender thoughts of passion seep;

out of the places where I had locked them away,

from the deep recess of my soul, they defy me;

rising to the top like bubbles of air,

traitorous thoughts that divulge my human needs.

Eyes longing for a reciprocating connection,

yet I would sooner cut them from their sockets

then betray you dear.

Finger tips craving for the touch of skin

while simultaneously burning with disdain at my weakness.

Longing to feel, to smell, to hold,

to wrap you in my arms and press my lips against your hair.

Irrepressible, intangible desires that are also somehow

inexplicably and perplexingly tangible.