Wellx Article #43: On Keeping it Real Gals!

Helllllloooooooo friends!

I know you want to read them all...so here's a link to my first 42 articles published by WellX here. Enjoy!

We are not perfect.

We are real.

And that is what makes us beautiful.

Here's the link to my latest piece:


Real Women  By: Lora Rossi  June 20,  2013

Thanks as always to Brad and Mel and everyone at WellnessX for continuing to share my work and for their on-going support and great work with the wellness community!

Smiles,

Lora

Poetry Corner: The Mast

I have so many poems that I have not published...and am so pressed for time these days...so I thought I would publish a few more as not to bore you with blog posts about...well...nothing. LOL

I am not going to explain my poems.

Like any type of art, I believe a piece should speak to the reader in whatever way it does.

And so it is....

The Mast

Because he loved her
Soft fur
Against her cheek
In but a week
Feels warmer now
She wonders how
He'll feel this time
Next year?

And yet she knows inside
This ride
A slide
Though fast
A mast
He'll build to sail her
Round their land
Sea, wind and sand
Away from here
Brush off her tear
A year
Is now forever. 

By: Lora Rossi -  May, 2012


Smiles,

Lora

Word Flow

"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter - and bleed."

 - Ernest Hemingway

I write this on a Sunday afternoon...propped up against the pillows on my bed...wondering if I should write or take a nap.

I will probably do both...a little writing...a little napping.

Sometimes I really feel like writing...and I have this urge to say something...only I don't really know what that "something" is.

I trust the urge, however, and just start writing.

There I am. Pigtails and all.

Like right now.

So far...nothing terribly enlightening.

Maybe it's the pigtails.
Perhaps they are too tight?
It's not the blonde.
That is a constant!

It has come to my attention that with each passing year, the Great Toronto Area here in Canada - where I live - seems to be getting closer to having 2 seasons rather than 4. We are either complaining about how frickin' freezing cold it is or complaining about the heat and humidity.

What this has to do about anything is beyond me. Oh....stream-of-consciousness writing!

For a few short weeks between these two extremes, we have the "nice" weather of "Spring" and "Autumn". Those few weeks of weather that seems "just right"...so comfortable and pleasant that going inside just seems sinful.

It is not one of those days.

Today it is June and by now the summer weather has kicked in.

It is hot and it is humid.

Thank you Jesus for central air.

Handling my 2-year-olds tantrums about not wanting to go down for his nap are a little more wearing on my ears when the air feels heavier.

I much prefer this happy, little dude!

The thought of cooking near the heat of the stove seems exhausting.

So I'll make a sandwich.

I wish I had a pool.

But I don't.

Here I am at someone else's pool.
OK. Not me.
But a reasonable facsimile!

OK. This IS me.
See...flower in the hair and everything.

Nap time!

And now it is Sunday evening.

Yeah...I had that nap. Then played with my 2 year old. Then went to the store. And here I am again.

Feeling like writing with little to write about at the moment.

Perhaps I should write a poem.

Word Flop

Writing
Fighting to get the words
to flow
I go
into a state...
stalemate!
I try to think of themes...
of dreams I know I've had
to add
something new
for you to chew.
But this one...
you'll spit out
no doubt...
because I don't know what to say
and yet I stay.
Is that OK?
It's my blog...
and like a frog...
I jump around.
Just words...no sound.
until I fall...
And hit the wall.
Until I stop.
Then flop.

Lora Rossi, June, 2013

Well....that was no better. LOL

Welcome and good bye from one of the most pointless blog posts I have ever written. Almost as exciting as my blog post about nothing.

Uhhhh....I believe I just did.
Again.

Rossi....out!

Smiles,

Lora

Wellx Article #42: On Keeping Vision Journals

Hey peeps!

I know you want to read them all...so here's a link to my first 41 articles published by WellX here. Enjoy!

I am a strong believer in The Law of Attraction and as a tool - I keep Vision Journals.

Whether I am looking to manifest something in particular or change many things in my life...or even just clarify what it is that I want in the next chapter(s) of my journey here on earth, I find that keeping on-going Vision Journals (or boards - which I have done as well!) are very useful.

A page from one of my many Vision Journals.

Here's the link to my latest piece:


Project Reinvention: The Vision Journal  By: Lora Rossi  June 7,  2013

And another.

Thanks as always to Brad and Mel and everyone at WellnessX for continuing to share my work and for their on-going support and great work with the wellness community!

Smiles,

Lora

Life is for Living!

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

 - Oscar Wilde

Do you have a mantra?

I mean, do you have something that you say to yourself when you are feeling down or stuck or in a rut?

Mine is pretty simple.

I say to myself, "Life is for living."

Yup.
That's what I said.

Sounds kind of redundant, I realize, but if you really think about it, it means much more than the words themselves.

I often find myself lost in the monotony of everyday life...the rush of it all...the seemingly sameness of my days...that I fail to savour any of it.

I get up, do the mother thing, do the work thing, do the housework thing...la di da di da...and one day blends into the next as if it is one, long marathon of trying to catch up.

Basically, I feel as if I've lost my head.

But what, really, am I trying to catch up to?

The finish line?

Because the "finish line" of the day, turns into the race of the next and so on and so forth.

The "finish line" of the week, turns into the race of the next and so on and so forth.

The "finish line" of the month, turns into the race of the next and so on and so forth.

The "finish line" of the year, turns into the race of the next and so on and so forth.

The "finish line' of the decade, turns into the race of the next and so on and so forth.

So what am I left with THEN?

Besides, that is, being really, really tired?

Yo! Peeps! I'm tired.
Enough already!

Well...I guess I'm left with the ultimate "finish line", aren't I?

And that would be the death.

And not so much so on and not so much so forth.

(Now I could get into discussions about the after-life and reincarnation and heaven and all of that...but I am keeping this to THIS life. The one I am living NOW).

But wait.

Am I really LIVING my life?

Living NOW?

Or is life just mostly happening TO me?

And if LIFE is for LIVING...then why am I even asking myself this?

...THAT is the question.

WHY then, has this become a mantra for me?

Well...you see...I have always kind of done "what you do".

And what I mean by this, is that I went to school, went to University, got a job, bought a car, bought a home, got married, moved up the ranks in different career positions in my field, had a kid, stayed home a bit, had another kid, stayed home a bit, bought another home, went back to work, bought another home, had another kid, stayed home a bit...well...you get it.

I never dated that much. Here and there. Only had one significant relationship before meeting my husband.

I never travelled much. Still don't.

I rarely vacation. I rarely see my close friends. I don't even go to the movies unless it is something with the kids.

I don't entertain much. Too much on my plate already.

Too much to worry about.

Too much rushing.

I feel like I'm running to stand still - as I wrote about in a recent, very similar post.

Besides my writing, my other passions - which include performing (acting, singing, playing instruments, dance), art, music, my friends...have mostly fallen by the wayside.

I do enjoy watching my boys play hockey...I really do...but it seems to be more about all of the logistics and the money and the who needs to go where at what time with whom and at what rink and rush rush rush rush rush...than the actual enjoyment of the game. For me, anyways...at this point.

I mean, I get it.

I'm a busy, working mother and wife with three active boys. One of them is a two year old.

I'm 40.

I am not exactly a spring chicken anymore.

And I know I am not alone.

But THAT IS MY POINT peeps!

All of this life is happening and I feel as if...as much as I write about how we need to slow down and smell the roses...I don't even SEE the frickin' roses because I am moving too fast!

And when I stop...I REALLY stop.

I don't seem to know what to do with myself anymore if I find myself with a few moments of free time.

So I sleep. Or I watch mindless TV. Or read stupid magazines. Or eat crappy food.

And why?

Because I KNOW that LIFE IS FOR LIVING and I feel as though I am just rushing through it and filling any free time as if they are VOIDS...because rush rush rush is what I am so accustomed to.

And what is best for my kids? And what will make him happy? And what will make her like me? And and and and....

WHAT THE FRICK ABOUT ME???

Yeah!!!!
What about ME!??!?

Shove, shove, shove it aside because I have to rush rush rush.

Fill any voids because I hardly know who I am anymore.

How can I "just be" if I don't know how to do that?

I try to relax...but I can't seem to do it.

I am LOOKING as if I am relaxing...sitting there...eating...reading...watching TV...sleeping...

But I'm not.

It seems to make me anxious.

Feel guilty.

I should be doing something else.

Something more productive.

Something worthwhile.

But I'M worthwhile...aren't I?

Who said no?!??!
Oh...perhaps that was the voice inside my head.

MY life is worth LIVING...right?

And don't get me wrong.

I am not suicidal here peeps.

I am just saying that I often feel as though I have lost myself. As if I am living someone else's life. As if somewhere, somehow, I got pushed out of my own story and was replaced by...well...by the "character" looking back at myself in the mirror.

I think this is around when the "Who is that?" stared to happen.
Hmmmmmm.

And the thing is...I KNOW I AM IN THERE.

Intellectually, I KNOW I AM WORTHWHILE.

I know that MY life is worth living.

And by MY life...I mean my AUTHENTIC life.

None of this is familiar to me.
But I think they should.

REAL life.

Because life...is for living.

Why?

Yeah....why?????

Because the finish line may be closer than we all think.

Not such a simple mantra after all...is it?

Life is for living.

Ponder that peeps.

Smiles,

Lora