He stole my birthday!

Having a birthday around Christmas sucks!

Mine falls the day after, on Boxing Day, December 26. Over the years, I've quite gotten used to this particular day of non-celebration in my family ... until as an adult on my own I gained the power to make sure I ALWAYS had a celebration! No more would I allow the bad timing of this particular day to ruin my birthday! In fact, I started to feel that the sheer fact that I am a Boxing Day Baby makes me even more special and thus my birthday more special ...

Until I met CG ... He has the SAME birthday as I do!

He stole my CRAPPY birthday!!

No longer was I unique and special as THE BOXING DAY BABY ... Geez, I will now have to share my birthday each and every year with my good friend, CG. It's like being given the broken cookies at the bottom of the cookie bag, then made to give half of the crumbs away ...

Dang! Alright, share away ...

The reality of Google

Ever wonder whatever happened to that best friend you had in high school? Well, I recently found her via Google. Yay! Still looking for other good friends with whom I've lost touch, but will keep typing their names from time to time into that wonderful little Google search bar.

For the curious or the procrastinator, Google is a Godsend ... what ever happened to so-and-so? We can waste hours playing this game ... instant updates on moments of their lives.

When it comes to dating, it's always interesting to know more about your "date" than he/she may let on. But one thing for sure, if you're using this search tool, DO NOT let your date know ... feign ignorance, as if you've never read these things about him/her. I remember a certain date possibility talking to me over the phone before we had our first coffee together and he knew TOO MUCH about me ... Yuck! One of those horrible stalker moments that most people never want to experience.

Then of course, there are those who lie about who they are, and of course, being the internet saavy geek that I am, of course, I find out. Gotcha! Athletes who tell me they've ran certain races ... all fine and dandy until I find out yes, he's raced, but no, it was two age categories higher! How about the doctor who must have graduated from his specialty when he was only 17, according to his posted online profile? I always thought Doogie Howser, MD, was a fictional television character. Boy, that man's got smarts!

But then there are those that you can't find anywhere on Google ... so, what does that mean? Is this guy too vanilla for me, too much of a plain Joe-type?

What do you think, folks ... Is internet notoriety a good or bad thing?

Everything in life is transitory

Sometimes it's alright to let yourself feel sad ... spend time with friends ... distract yourself with funny films ... and then still feel sad when you go home.

Everything in life is transitory and no matter how hard the day has been, take a deep breath and know that tomorrow will be just a bit better. Then before you know it, you'll be filled with joy again and the sharp barbs of pain that hurt so deeply will have dulled themselves to faint pin pricks.

A kind gentle soul wrote this to me to help lift my heart with regards to my good friend, Michael Rudder:

"And the tears that flow from your eyes, dear Bonnie, give birth to Arya Tara in your heart, please -- she emanated from a tear
That the Lord of Compassion,
Noble Avalokiteshvara, wept when He saw suffering beings in this world -- now you are
That tear drop too -- she protects beings from fear, Noble Arya Tara, and tramples down with one foot all evil in this world."

And with those words, I felt her embrace reverberate through my soul as I cried and then for a little while afterwards, felt reprieve from my grief-stricken state and refilled with strength and hope. Thank you, sweet Gaby for your love ...

Some things just don't make any sense

“In this time of great world turmoil, our greatest power is our own inner stability.”

– Michael Rudder

My dear friend, Michael Rudder, was shot three times recently in the terrorist attacks in Mumbai, India. He was there on a spiritual journey for a meditation retreat. This man wouldn't hurt a fly! What does this violence serve? I just don't get it ...

Please pray for his speedy recovery and return to Montreal.

Driving Rant #1: Parking Courtesy

As I hopped into my car the other day, another driver stopped suddenly beside me upon his realisation that he'd found what is considered a "pot of gold" ... a parking spot in a busy area of town. Then slowly, he moved his car forward to a "better position", well, at least according to him.

He figured, "What a great spot to wait for this amazing parking spot, diagonally, directly in front of her. There's no way someone else is gonna take this spot!"

And as the cars that had to pass him on this narrow road barely squeezed by, my engine purred patiently until I decided to cut the motor.

Then the driver, who turned out to be a woman, screamed, "Are you leaving?!"

I screamed back, "No, you're blocking me!"

Then stupidly, the driver reacted by creeping her car forward, just a tad, but only enough to block me a little less. I sat there in my silent car and waited. She creeped forward some more. I wondered how dense this driver could be. I started my car again, but only when she had finally given me enough space to move out without manouvering some ridiculous angle, and then once beside her, I motioned for her to put her window down.

"You know, if you want to take someone's parking spot, you are waiting in the worst spot possible. You should wait behind."

"That's right, girlfriend," I further added in my head. "If you want my parking spot, you have to make it easy for me to get out."

Then the car stuck behind us beeped.

I think I'm in love ...

So, now taking into account "The Law of Attraction", I decided to attempt a second foray into Lavalife this year and started by modifying my dating profile.

* No instant messaging please, I prefer your sweet words in a letter *

I figured that this was a much better start than the profile I posted during my last foray into the cyber dating world.

Here's an absolutely wonderful letter I received recently ... I think he's THE ONE.

BLUELAGOON67

subject
perfect 4 u

message
you have got to be kidding me . who the hell you think you are ''a real goddess'' '' Caps as well as punctuate and spell properly gets you bonus points'' You are a perfect image of a fake profile with your random picture in the subway very original.

'' I'm not asking you to be my mirror'' that is the only thing you are not asking in a man the rest you are qualifiyng and judging man , again who the fuck you think u are .What u will find is another fake like u . Not a real MAN.

enjoy my spelling mistakes

And I would never cook for you .


And here's his profile:

"hey wat up"

In My Own Words
Hey what's up, Shout as loud as you possibly can,make your voice bounce off planets.dont just leave a mark,leave a dent.
Be everything you ever wanted to be ,dont let others rule your life,live your life as if it was your last day. ,............................... ................................ ................................ ................................ ... ................................ ................................ ................................ ................................ .............................

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Single man looking for threesomes or getting whipped !!! Oh shit ! I'm on Lavalife not on that dirty site.

Single man still single !! Wonder why??

Don't let my sexy body deceive you I got some intelligents under my curls.Send me a message of any mathimatical Quiz under 1ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o, .... got to fix that ''o '' button it 's always stuck , under 10 and I will reply the right answer and more.

enjoy Lava .

They're all copycats!

Back in March, I discovered there were 30 Bonnie Mak's in the Facebook world. What a shock! Who'd ever thought so many girls would want MY NAME !?! Hmm, I have been told it is a "good" name with a special star quality ring to it ...

Well, as of today, there are another TEN Bonnie Mak's who've signed up on Facebook, making it a grand total of 40 !! Interesting thing is that most Chinese "adopt" an English name. It isn't actually on the birth certificate.

Which brings up a very interesting point ... Alright, a pint of brew for the first person who knows what the name on my birth certificate is :-)

The Perfect Romance

If I could capture the beauty, grace, connection and power of this dance and inject it into a relationship, then I would have the perfect romance.



This is pure emotion in motion and it takes my breath away ...

Boggled by the complexity

Taken from the internet:

Men do not necessarily want a committed relationship as a result of mind blowing sex – they are wired differently than women. In her book The Female Brain, neuropsychiatrist Louann Brizendine cites:

“Males have double the brain space and processing power devoted to sex as women … Just as women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion while men have a small country road, men have O'Hare Airport as a hub for processing thoughts about sex whereas women have the airfield nearby that lands small and private planes.”

This means men are driven to have sex whether it means something or not. On the other hand, when women have sex, they generally want it to mean something ...



Interesting point ... and very true. Makes me wonder about commitment and what this word means to an individual. What is your definition of this?

For some, it scares the heebie-jeebies out of them and makes them balk. For others, it is a prerequisite to sex and being vulnerable. What is this game we play of near-and-far? Push-and-pull? Logically, I can understand it, men and women ARE different ... and many self-help dating books cover this "chase". But emotionally, what's it all about? I've never quite been able to wrap my heart around it ...

What ever happened to simplicity?

"I like you. You like me. Let's agree to be open and respectful and to spend some time together ... see where it goes."

When did dating and relationships get so difficult? Sigh ...

You're "G.U."!

I caught up with a friend the other day and we got to talking about chance meetings on the road and the possibility of these leading to real relationships. How often can they actually work?


I suppose there are many factors to consider, including compatibility and of course, the obvious ... emotional, intellectual and sexual attraction ...

Zute then went on to tell me about how he'd met a particularly interesting woman while travelling on the 401, the highway that runs from Toronto to Montreal. On that horribly bleak and rainy evening, the two had met at a rest stop, and needing a break from the difficult driving conditions, they settled down to a very long cup of coffee.

Turned out they shared common interests and related to each other quite well, both having lived through similar life experiences ... and there was evident attraction ... but what didn't work?

Zute: "I was G.U!"

Sally: "What's that?"

Zute: "Geographically unsuitable."

Yup, he never had a chance, living a seven hour drive away. Which makes me wonder ... how do people do long distance relationships?

Personally ... I've been there, done that, don't want to do it again. I want to be able to hold my guy at night when I'm feeling affectionate, or be held when I've had a hard day. Cauliflower ear just ain't the same ...

Those pesky car alarms!

Does anyone ever pay any attention to them? Or do the majority of people react just like me?

"Oh, another annoying car alarm ... the car's not even getting broken into. Why's it going off?"

Recently, the alarm on my car has been going off for no apparent reason (and wind blowing on it does not count). I guess this is karmic payback for making complaints about high, whiny, car alarms or perhaps, it's probably what I'm presently learning about ... The Law of Attraction.

Think about something, FEEL it with enthusiasm and gratitude, then allow yourself to receive it, and you will draw it into your life. Go for the good stuff, folks!

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Mind you, that Law of Attraction kinda explains two recent posts ...

1) The Parking Goddess: I'm always lucky with parking spots 'cause I always *know* I will get one.

2) 24 Hours on Lavalife: The intresting responses to my direct but perhaps *a little harsh* Lavalife profile ... I put out anger, I attracted anger ... LOL!!

24 hours on Lavalife

Every so often, about once a year, I get the penchant to go check out available singles on Lavalife, a well-known online dating service. Why? Albeit my cynicism, I do know of three marriages that have resulted directly from online dating so I guess, don't knock it until you try it, you know ...

Perhaps I no longer possess the patience to sift through potential mates or perhaps I've just reached that age where I've realised, "I'd like to have a man in my life, but I don't NEED a man in my life ..."

I know exactly what I want and what I will not put up with ... and I think I make it quite clear in the start of my profile, what do you think?

PROFILE NAME
"If you instant message me, I will block you"

* ABSOLUTELY NO INSTANT MESSAGING *

If you think I will make an exception for you and instant message you back, you're wrong. I will simply block you. Why? Because you couldn't even read or respect the first sentence of my profile. Relationships are not just about looks so don't contact me based entirely on my photo.

"Wow, you're harsh," you might say but I don't really care what you think. I'm just being frank and honest. Why settle for superficial chit chat from guys who only want the thrill of a quick connection? Maybe this quick sizzle can be exciting for a brief moment but honestly, I much rather prefer a slow burn that mounts into a raging fire that can't be put out ...

And then the rest of my profile is just as straight-forward, including:

"I can do girly-girl and sexy but have no problem being covered with sweat and grime after cycling 100k or running a marathon. "

and

Being able to start sentences with CAPS as well as punctuate and spell properly gets you bonus points. Just please have a photo and be PHYSICALLY FIT ... no double chins and no man-b**bs.

Here are some Instant Messages I received (with original spelling and punctuation) all from different men:

• u look lovely
• 2 things i like abt woman. 1 is they look nice with long hair
• please block me...:)
• hi hwoa re u
• nice face
• hellooo, very nice photo
• hi, where is the party tonight? lol :)
• Nice Eyes, do u have a name? ;)
• oreto_98@hotmail.com
• baby
• sure u don't respond to IMs?
• tough attitude eh!!'
• u look stunning
• you are much too blunt and arrogant

Yes, I think I should date all these men, especially since they've all ignored my blatant "Don't IM me" warning at the top of my profile. And by the amount of one-liners that are look-based, obviously, the phrase "so don't contact me based entirely on my photo" means nothing either.

Can't these men read?

BLOCK!!

Wait, it gets better folks.

Here are some e-mails I received:

subject
hi
message
you are a very sexy lady and i would love to know more about you. you have definitely stimulated my imagination;-)

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subject
(no subject)
message
Please, you should rent a friend from Hertz. Made to measure. Sad profile. You seem like an intelligent women. What are you so fearful of? Take life as it comes. Block me if you may, but I have not intention to write again. I just could not help myself but to react to you sad profile.

Michael.

Note: I wrote Michael back and sent him hugs and of course he wrote me back telling me that I don't need to use a "false profile" to screen out dead wood. Michael, I mean every word that's in my profile, especially the harsh ones, nothing fake about my profile or about me. Sorry you prefer to have a more angelic image of me ...

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Here's my favourite:

subject
(no subject)
message
Please block me y do men call women bitches you are perfact example i feel sorry for you

Note: Obviously, this last winner hasn't read Lavalife's Code of Ethics which include the following two phrases:

I will treat fellow Lavalife members with dignity and respect
I will not engage in any form of harassment or abusive behaviour

Oh, lookie dat ... a cool little icon just below his wonderful letter with some useful words written on it:

REPORT MEMBER

The Facebook Break-Up

On the popular social networking platform Facebook, we can indicate "relationship status" and have several choices:

Single
In a relationship
Engaged
Married
It's complicated
In an open relationship

Changes of relationship status are indicated by whole or broken hearts and listed on the "mini-feed". Do these status updates and red hearts mean anything? And what does the Facebook public think about these?

I was recently engaged to Nestor D. Dinosaur and received an e-mail via Facebook congratulating me on said event, though my friend also asked if this could be a joke (because of the name). No ... no joke ... but I'm surprised my friend's excitement didn't cause her to click on the link to see the handsome red and green face of my future husband.

Nestor and I have since parted ways amicably, but I see that he is not quite yet over me, as he is still listed as "Engaged". (Nestor: That's alright ... I will ALWAYS love you ...)

I have a friend who recently listed himself as married ... to his own brother. I wonder if anyone noticed that one? I've also seen this same friend engaged, married, and broken up all in the same day.

Another friend, totally enthralled with her new relationship, happily decided to announce their "love" through Facebook ... This new couple then listed themselves as "In a relationship" until one day, after a particular lover's spat, she discovered he'd changed his relationship status and in fact, no longer even had one.

Boyfriend: "Yes, we're still dating but I don't want certain people on Facebook to know."

Hmm, interesting ... Not comfortable with this new turn of events and his recent treatment of her, she called me up for some "girl talk".

Irongoddess: But have you talked to him about how you feel?

Girlfriend: No, he's been avoiding me and I'm sick of it. I've given him lots of time and space to be in his cave and I don't want to be here when he comes out. Look at my Facebook status.

"SINGLE"

Irongoddess: "Oh my gosh, does he know?"

Girlfriend: "No, I can't be bothered having THE TALK."

Bing! And there you have it, folks, the Facebook Break-Up!

Personally, I'd love to be in a relationship with Bamsen Bacchus, a super cute Swedish bear. Recently, I saw him listed as "In an open relationship". I wondered if Facebook would allow more than one linking to those in an open relationship and thought about asking him out, but dang, Bamsen's status recently changed to "It's complicated".

Sigh ... I guess Bamsen and I are not yet meant to be ... but I'll keep watching my Facebook and hope that one day I'll see a broken little red heart in my news with the words:

"Bamsen Bacchus is no longer in a relationship."

The Parking Goddess

I've always been quite lucky with parking. I don't know why. I just am ... and I've never questioned it. I hear friends complaining about not finding parking all the time but I've rarely ever felt frustrated about not being able to find a prime parking spot.

Only on the odd occasion have I had to circle around looking for that "non-existant" parking spot to which my friends often allude. Most of the time though, I find parking right in front of where I need to be, or the first place I try.

The Parking Goddess and I have a close relationship and I have always felt she was on my side. And I know she's not a figment of my imagination either as I Googled her and this is what she looks like:

Pretty isn't she? And she's my friend ...

Why do guys measure their cocks?

Women measure their bust so they can know what bra size to buy ... but what is it with men and their fascination with cock size?

Mind you, I can't say I've surveyed all my male friends if they have or haven't and by golly, you won't see me asking a complete stranger this question ... but the guys I have asked at one time or other in my past have all admitted to doing this.

Oh ... correction ... all but one, who actually made a very interesting remark recently when I brought up this subject.

"Perhaps men measure themselves because they feel insecure and need some sort of validation. I never have. I'm made the way I'm made. "

Hmm ... interesting viewpoint considering he is ... ahem ... endowed.

Which makes me wonder ... how long are my nipples?

When writing up a "to do" list is on my "to do" list ...

My life always seem to be in hyper drive. From time to time, I'll remark to friends how I'm going to slow down and relax a bit ... They all say with sarcasm, "Yup."

I guess they know me too well. I guess I'll always be a projects girl ... When I finish something, I feel like I've got to take on another challenge. Or when something doesn't challenge me anymore and has become just part of my "regular hectic routine", I take on an even bigger one at the same time so I can perfect multi-tasking. How many plates can I spin simultaneously?

OH!!

Do you shave?

I had an interesting conversation with a guy friend who recently started dating a very sweet girl. All is fine and dandy with this new love of his, except for one thing.

"She's all bushy and I don't know how to ask her to shave it."

Frankly, I hadn't a clue how to respond since I don't know her or their relationship too well. I only know how I like to keep mine ... which I won't tell you ... but ahem ... how does one approach the subject of pubic hair politely?

Should one pretend to cough up a hairball while giving oral sex? Or just fake the simple one annoying hair in the back of the throat that just won't unstick? On second thought, this is too often the case, so no faking would be required. What would be a clear enough indication that "something must be done"?

My friend's dilemma got me thinking ... I wonder what percentage of the female population shave/trim their pussy hair? I tried to take a glance-about at the women's showers at the local YMCA the other day ... It doesn't seem like it's the vast majority, but of course, this was only a very quick summary of a few girls ... ahem, I didn't want to come across as a perv ...

Men, what do you like? How much does this matter to you?

I haven't had sex since ...

At a recent get-together with friends, the subject of sexual activity, rather, inactivity came up:

Friend #1:
"It's so sad, I bought a mega stash of those premium super thin Japanese condoms early this year and I still haven't even used one of them! Great, I'm probably never gonna get to use them all and then they'll expire."

Friend #2:
"Umm ... I've actually had some that did ..."

It comes down to compatibility

Dear IronGoddess,

Am I guilty of discrimination? I tend to think of myself as a open-minded child-of-the-planet but I think I may have committed an act of discrimination.

I met N on one of those online dating websites. He was so cute and sweet. We quickly moved from email to msging to the phone. We had tons in common, I thought he was my soulmate.

I drove to his place in the city (a girl can never be too careful these days) and he drove from there. We went out for Shabu Shabu and then took a drive. He had me with his old-school Porsche and his Nine Inch Nails cd. I felt such an intense connection with him.

We went back to his place so I could pick up my car and he invited me in for a drink. We curled up on the couch with our glasses of wine and talked into the night. Before I knew it, the clock was reading 4am. Although I wanted to stay, I felt it was better that I go.

He seemed to get agitated that I was leaving. He said that he felt that we were meant to be together but that he had one thing to confess. He took me by the hand, led me into his bedroom and sat me down on the bed. He opened his bedside table and pulled out three DVDs. They were porn, ponyboy porn. He said he was the one in the harness.

I never called him back. I just couldn't imagine bringing him to a family gathering. I mean, yes, he was in a mask but what if someone recognised him from his other, er, attributes. Did I discriminate against him?

Signed,
Concerned and confused

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Dear C&C,

Sometimes we just have to say, "Sorry, that ain't my cup of tea," and leave it at that. Doesn't mean that you've discriminated against him, you're just not into the same thing he is, and that's A-OK.

I used to have a boyfriend who'd tell me often in frustration, "You're too nice, you're too nice!" I never understood this until I fell upon the following online account of his relationship with his new girlfriend:

Her:

"I flogged him, choked him, spanked him, bound him up, caned him and tortured his balls. I discovered an intense sadistic side of myself ... It was truly music to my ears to hear him scream out in anguished pain. And his red teary eyes looking back at me as if to say .... I am yours."

Him:

"Well, it looks like the bar has been raised a few notches. The current caning lashes are up to 290. In addition to mass flogging, paddleing (24" wood double handed windups), hard hand slapping, torchering the mass welts with prodding. And finishing off the final ten blows with a 1/2" thick heavy plastic rod. Can you say Challenge? Yes the bar has been raised dramaticlly."

THAT'S IT! I finally realised I had never BEAT him! Perhaps we would have still been together had I explored my latent dominatrix side and whupped him silly ... er, correction ... whupped him almost lifeless (yes, that's much more sadistic than "silly"). But life wouldn't have it that way. I am the way I am, and he is the way he is. Anyway, I think the two are very happy together and who can criticize that?

It all comes down to compatibility, respect and acceptance. What are your limits and what are you willing to put up with? What are things you'd like to share about life? What are your needs? What can you give to your partner or contribute to the relationship? Some people like to build upon similar interests and goals. Others enjoy the differences they discover in someone who is their opposite.

Heck, I hate organ meats; you'll never catch me eating liver paté, sweetbread or haggis. Others hate vegetables and tofu but I could live on that stuff! But are dissimilar tastes enough to doom a relationship?

No. But he might have to cook for himself ...

Warm regards,
The Irongoddess

Your brother is wrong

Dear Irongoddess,

I've recently had some financial hardship and went to ask my brother, who's a partner in a successful and well-recognized law firm, for some advice. Yeah, I know that I don't have the best paying job in the world, and it's all wrong for my skill set and not even something that I like to do, but why does he always have to end up making me feel like crap and totally worthless?

He had only one word of advice. It was to drop my volunteer work 'cause it was wasting my time and my energy and that I should be looking for paying work instead. I've been helping out with autistic people of all ages since I was a teenager at a facility where our mum used to work. I do all sorts of activities with them, even accompany them on their field trips, and I've helped so many of them who are highly functional get ready to live on their own once they became old enough.

I don't want to give this up since it's dear to my heart but my bother has a point, and he has helped me out financially a few times. Why can't I just be successful like him?

- Isabelle from Winnipeg


Dear Isabelle,

Why should you care so much what your brother thinks? Does he help you out financially because he loves you or does he expect you to obey him? Is there a particular reason why you should be more like him or strive towards the same things?

I personally think your brother is way off base with his "advice". With your volunteer work, you are doing what you love to do. It is extremely rewarding since you are helping to make a difference in people's lives. And this is because YOU CARE. I am sure all this good work you do makes you feel great. Why let that feeling go? There are lots of people who work and also do volunteer work. I'm one of them.

You don't have to be the same person as your brother and want and need the same things. And you certainly don't have to feel intimidated by the huge shadow his success casts. Do yourself a favour, sweetheart, and realise that the sun has always shined on you. Now learn to bask in its warmth. You've always just been too busy looking at your brother's shadow to notice the light.

At the end of the day, you must ask yourself, "If I died, would I regret my life?" It's not money that matters when you die ...

Success versus significance. Are you the best in the world or the best FOR the world? It is up to you to decide which one means more to you.

Love and light,
The Irongoddess

Annoying event #1

I wore my purple lace thong the other day. She's never given me grief before but suddenly, she changed her mind. Well, a thong is renown of course for riding up the back end, she's made to do that. But my thong that particular day decided to ride up the front end as well ...

Yes, annoying indeed ...

I am the original one.

I used to think that my name was uncommon. Well, Facebook proved me wrong today. There are 30, yes, that's right ... thirty other Bonnie Mak's in the world, well at least in the Facebook world. I wonder how many other girls are out there touting my name ...

And of course, being all younger than I (well at least on Facebook), tells me that little ol' moi is The Trendsetter. Heh!

[I huff lightly on my nails and shine them on my sweater, grinning.]

Now let me just Google myself ...

Big Blue Ball

Makes you wonder why ... petty thievery.

Someone stole my children's big blue ball from our snow-filled backyard. The wind had pushed it over to the corner of the yard close to the gate. Even with all the snow raising the ball higher than usual off the ground, the thief would have still needed to reach quite a bit over the fence to steal the ball.

And I highly doubt that it was one of the neighbourhood cats that was the bandit.

Sigh ... what has this world come to?

When change is necessary

Sometimes we are faced with difficult situations in life, when we know that things are just not right ... not at all what we want. These things oftentimes make us very unhappy ... even downright miserable.

How does one know when enough is enough? Don't compromise or throw away your integrity. Don't sell your soul. It's not worth it. You and your feelings and thoughts are more valuable than you are allowing them to be ...

Take the risk, make the choice, and walk away. Rid yourself of this negativity and you will see ... the universe doesn't like voids and because you've made the choice that is true to your heart and in your gut, your life will again fill with light.

The Prostitute Archetype
by Caroline Myss

None of us thinks kindly of the term 'prostitute,' and yet from this archetype we learn the great gift of never again having to compromise our body, mind, or spirit. You may have already reached the point in which the Prostitute has become a mature part of yourself that circles you with a strong vibrational field that says, "Not for sale."

The Prostitute archetype engages lessons in the sale or negotiation of one's integrity or spirit due to fears of physical survival or for financial gain. It activates the aspects of the unconscious that are related to seduction and control, whereby you are as capable of buying a controlling interest in another person as you are of selling your own power. Prostitution should be understood as the selling or selling out of your talents, ideas, and any other expression of the self. The core learning of the Prostitute relates to the need to birth and refine self-esteem and self-respect.

We prostitute ourselves when we sell our bodies or minds for money or when we compromise our morals and ethics for financial gain. That may include remaining in a marriage or job that endangers our well being for reasons of financial security.

Why don't more men dance?

Sorry folks ... only noticed tonight while making a template change on this blog that oops, it's been quite the while since my last post. It's not that I don't have lots to write about, it's just that I've been leaving all these cool thoughts where they originate ... in my head. Not a place that is easily accessible to you, right?

Well, here's my thought of the day. Why don't more men dance? We women just simply adore it.

Tonight, I went blues/swing dancing where there was lots of fun physical communication going on, and depending on the song, some pretty interesting and intimate moments, including holding each other close. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about sexual intimacy (though some dancers do choose to take it to this level), I'm talking about "let's trust each other and just enjoy the moment" type of intimacy. Top it off with "dance etiquette" that says it's rude to refuse a dance.

C'mon fellas, whatcha waiting for?