Happiness Is Free

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I think at some point, in all of our lives, we start asking the question why. Why am I working at this job? Why am I here? And why can’t I? Just over a month ago I quit my first job after college. There are some things that simple won’t keep me at a workplace, and this was one of those things.

I’d wanted to quite the entire year I was there. Not because of the job itself, but rather because of two individuals. (Props to you two that got promoted on lies and scandal). I however, have moved on and along with moving on, I’ve learned a little bit more about myself, and I am proud.

It takes a strong individual to constantly try to be perfect in the eyes of others. What I’ve learned is this. It takes an even stronger individual to accept imperfection if it means doing the right thing. This was the case with my job. But lets forget about that now.

A month of summer has had a rejuvenating spell on me. Everyone has to work to make money. Money buys things, and therefore makes us happy. Can we be happy without money, or less than what we’re used to? Or for that matter, can we be happy with less-than-perfect lives?

Can money really buy happiness or is it free?

Some of the happiest people I know don’t have a lot of money. Others that do, seem so uptight and worried all the time about having enough. Where does the line have to be drawn?

When a hummingbird migrates North after spring when all the flowers are in bloom, do you think they worry about having enough money to travel with? Or do they fly carelessly, needing only the earth to survive? What makes us anymore special than that of animals or birds? A brain?

Why are so many things just so not important? If life is short, than why not live it happily? Why not do what you love and in the process make money? If living happily can mean imperfection, too, then sign me up because I’ve heard from a little birdie that happiness is free.

 

Living in a Summer Haze…

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Living life is more than simple breathing. It’s the awareness of living by means of sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing.

How does the air feel on your skin? Does the air smell like the sandy ocean? Or does is smell like fresh-cut grass? How does it feel when you see your feet barefoot in the grass, running like a child through a sprinkler and tasting drops of water as they fall to your lips? Can you hear the giggles?

Living is more than simply not being dead. It’s being alive, awake and alert that your body, mind, and senses are real. Living is enjoying these wonders while they last.

Have you ever stopped and just watched a hummingbird drink nectar as it’s perched? It’s like the whole world is in slow motion in that one moment so something so small can taste a sugary necessity.

Living is seeing these beauties and recognizing they are here, before they fly off quickly like the hummingbird’s wing.

Life throws obstacles at us, two at a time. It frustrates us and leaves us drained. It’s a sadness, really, when one cannot see the beauty and real purpose of life. With the way the world is going now, the earth needs us to see the real problems more than ever. Temperatures rising higher and higher. What will the breaking point be?

I had a dream the other night of a tree catching fire while a hummingbird with it’s nest stay protecting it’s two babies the size of dimes. Does she fly away from the fire, leaving her two babies behind or does she stay like Jin in the TV Show Lost, never leaving his loved one Sun, even if that means dying with them. I woke up before the decision even had to be made.

It really got me thinking about what really matters in life. Living, loving, and dreaming to understand a little better, sort things out. When we sleep we ponder on things for hours. When we wake up, the answer is so much clearer. The mind is fascinating, and we need to keep it close to nature and love for others and this earth. Compassion is in all of us.

Whatever it is you are doing, make sure you do it with a purpose. A purpose that betters something or someone in need. Whether it be a person with sickness or an animal in need. We are here to make this world better, not destroy it. So take time to see the beauty and discover the things that truly matter in life. Bring happiness where sadness is, and find love where hate has been forgiven. See the bigger picture. We are all here together, living on this earth.

Tulsi: Finding Happiness…Finding Yourself

Ever get that feeling that you’ve lost yourself in life and are so far twisted that it takes something magnificent to find yourself again? I had this feeling for awhile now, up to recently. I was confused and unaware of my own body. I felt like a ghost walking in some odd shell. I would do almost anything and everything for those I love that needed help, leaving myself last.

Finding happiness could be something you literally find one day while walking. Once you’ve opened your heart. For me, it took getting rid of stressful situations and people. By doing so, I was able to be aware of my mind, body, and soul. Once aware of yourself, you find that you begin to smile again at certain things and find emotion and actually let that emotion run down in tears. It’s not healthy to not cry or to block all the hard things from your mind. They will always be there until you learn to deal with them in a positive way.

In my process of getting back on “my path” by first finding my happiness, I drank. No, not alcohol, but tea. Green tea. And not just any kind of green tea. Organic India Tulsi, Original, 18-Count Boxes (Pack of 2) and it’s even caffeine-free! I love to add honey to tea, but when I tried this for the first time it was so real and earthly sweet that I drank it as it was.

The hot and steamy cup of health healed my insides. I truly believe this and not just because the box says it heals. Tulsi is “The Queen of Herbs” or simply put…Holy Basil. It reduces stress, supports the immune system, is abundant in antioxidants, builds stamina, aids digestion, is anti-aging, balances metabolism and energy levels…and finally…it uplifts mood.

We are what we eat that is true. But what if the formula were simpler than that. I like to think of myself as a car. Brand new at birth. The way we take care of our “car” may not always promise us good health. Accidents happen. Sometimes the body shop is able to “fix” us. Maybe with a few new parts. Other times the accident totals the car and it will never drive again. Maybe a few parts can be salvaged at the junk yard and used next time another car is in need.

The main point is this…we never know how long we have to drive. We just keep going. Through the dark we have headlights that help guide our path. Take care of your “car” as well as you can, but always remember that things happen for a reason and somethings are just meant to be.

Isn’t that all we really can do in life? Take care of ourselves so that we are able to help others? If this is true, then I’m back to the beginning. Helping others to the point where I’m a walking ghost unaware of my own body and soul.

Ever been driving for so long that your hands become numb from holding the steering wheel too long or too hard? Yet, you keep driving. Your path hasn’t ended, you haven’t reached home quite yet. This is all of us when we are getting caught up in life. What if we were to just stop that car and walk or run for awhile? Leaving the car behind and take a soul journey?

Every time I drive on the country side on a beautiful day, I’ve always wanted to get out of that car and just run through the fields. Feel the wheat through my fingers and the grass on my bare feet. Pick some wild flowers and breath the fresh wind blowing on my face…

My Kinda Vintage…

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Many close to me know that I’ve had sciatica pain throughout my whole life. I hate to admit it because it makes me feel weak, like my spine is not as strong as normal people. But I cannot help it. I went to the doctor the other day complaining about my leg, knowing very well what he would tell me and he recommended proper physical therapy to me. Wow, now I really feel weak…and just as stubborn as a man. Me? Physical therapy? I’ve always carried more than I could handle, and you could take that both ways.

As a young girl, I was always changing my room around-interior decor was my thing. To this day, I’m still moving things around in my apartment-trying to get it just right. But the thing is, all those years and to this day, moving things around and carrying more than I could handle did this to me. A bulged disk…something that will never go away. Of course with physical therapy I could strengthen my spine and make the load less painful.

I learned the proper technique to Pilates in college when I took a class down the street at the Pilates studio. It’s all about breathing. When to breath in and breath out. I had the nicest instructor ever, and when the final came and I had to memorize all 25 sets and perform, I felt like a pro acing it. I don’t remember having sciatica pain during that semester. But that’s just the thing of everything. I have to keep up with it. I love it, but how can I find time working 40 hours a week after college? It’s my weakness.

Why is it that all the things we have to do get in the way with all the things we want to do? I’m finding after college to be an even harder journey discovering how to get there. A lost feeling invades me almost daily. What is there after college? It’s almost a let down to be honest.

Throughout everything that goes on in my modern life, light sheds hope every once in a while…leading me along, slowly. A feeling of that like a sunflower constantly facing the sun…the light. When I went in for this sciatica pain, I stopped at the book store, one of my favorite places. The coffee brewing, thousands upon thousands of new and old, signed and used books. It’s everything like the sun.

After looking over and over again in what seemed like the same spot, even going back to the isle twice, I finally found it. A collection of John Keats Poems and work. The feeling of satisfaction swept over me leaving me feeling awaken. His work has inspired me in my writing to such an extreme. The vintage, the Nature, the romance. It’s all too lovely to take.

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I now have his work at my bedside, inspiring me and reminding me to never lose hope on things that I want because…what is more soothing than a pretty hummer? Family, love, springtime, flowers, hummingbirds at my feeder, writing, and inspiration are my kinda vintage. I cannot hope to lose pain forever in one session, because without pain I cannot know what happiness is. I know what pain is-now it’s time to feel happiness.