that's enough ying yang for me, thank you

earlier my coworker Brent was sharing with me how he stumped the entire staff with one of his relentless string of questions: how many holes are there in a square inch of gore-tex? apparently nine billion.

I mentioned to him that when he first brought up his stump-ability I thought he'd asked a question like "how old would you be if you didn't know how old you were". he looked at me and scoffed. "that's not even worth answering". ha!

Later he passed by my office and I egged him on again. "so Brent...how old would you be? if you didn't know how old you were?". He leaned on my doorway for a few moments and kept repeating the question to himself over & over. "that's easy. you wouldn't even know".

"So you're saying you'd be ageless?"

"yeah."

"cool. I can dig it."

and that's when he walked away mumbling the inspirational title for this post.

it was awesome.

the eye of the storm

the flavor of this week: hurricane. fast paced. varied. action oriented. lots of 'new' stuff. Externally, lots of stuff has been going on. Internally, my mind is going ape shit.

As such, I've been super aware of bringing myself back to centre. Walks, yoga, running, 'quiet time', meditation, sleep - naps. Mmmm. All so important while all this shape-shifting is going on. Now it's crazy. soon it will have more of a metamophasis flavor. perhaps libertation. transformation? fingers crossed!!

but for now it's crazy.

that's ok.

the last high

how it ever happened that I lived my whole life without crowd surfing I don't know...but this past Saturday @ the Pearl Jam concert I finally experienced it. i knew i wanted to...I've always wanted to...but held myself back. Next time...or it's stupid so why bother? these were the types of conversations that streamed in my head when I was rationalizing against doing what I want.

In the midst of the chaos I looked back at my friend Sabrina and she told me to go for it...and I shrugged. Then a girly girl type with a big hand bag and chunky heals turns around and says to her guy friends: "hold on", tucks her bag under arm and away she went...just like that. at that moment I knew: if she can do it I can do it. And so I went.

It felt exhilirating surrendering to the arms below me, and frankly in those brief moments I felt safer up there then I did on the ground. I still have a throbbing foot from 'down there', and only happy memories from floating above. I landed right in front of the band, and ran to the side - high fived a cop and ran up the the girly girl and thanked her for being an inspiration.

Later some dudes coaxed me to go again...and of course I did.

Crowd surfing. I get it. Finally.

when life gives you lemons

make lemonade. duh!

i heart summer lemonade

• 1 liter spring water or 1 ice cube tray
• 8 organic lemons sliced in half
• 1/4 cup agave nectar

blend & garnish with fresh lemon zest.

easy!

this old-school classic gets a new twist with agave nectar (or your own favorite raw sweetener).
It is fun to make and goes down sooooo good.

Another option: pop the mixture into the freezer for a bit and then spoon the slush into cups.

For pink lemonade just add a few raspberries & a couple sprigs of mint to the blender, and voila! hardcore delicious.

thanks shannon leone for recipe inspiration!

www.rawmom.com

a free bird?

My life seems to go through weekly or monthly themes. Currently, I'm going through a spell of learning how to focus. Or practising 'focus'. or just focusing. Why is it so hard for me to just do one thing at a time?

One of my recent life teachings illuminated this truth: I am way more powerful when i'm living in the present moment than frittering about the past or future. In the present moment, my creativity is at its peak; my higher self undeniably resides in the here & now. And I think my attention-deficit ways of being are micro episodes of living in the future (specifically) - which scatters my energy. dang it.

Where my fragmented attention goes energy flows and results show. i suppose that explains my merry go round life. it's fun - but where the heck is it going?

My sister has been calling me a 'free bird' lately...because I just do what I want whenever and change my mind abruptly. And while I recognize what where she seeks security and knowing, and I crave sponteneity and freedom - perhaps she's just airing a subtle reminder my way to focus...on what I want...for a span of say 30-60 minutes at a time...and observe what happens.

Perhaps that merry go round ride would turn into something more scenic, sensory or even inter-galatic.

whoa.