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  • July25th

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    Dreaming of being in a place where my biggest concern or worry is:

    What color umbrella should I get in my drink?

     

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    You would think this scenario would be much more feasible considering I live 10 minutes from the Ocean. Ah ~ but alas ~ not so much. [*yet]

    Hope your work week is off to a lovely start!

    Now back to dreaming …..

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    When you need a little more than a smile or a cup of tea to get your week in motion, the Sassy Starter will be here every Monday to get your wheels turnin’ in a classy – sassy – fabulous sort of way

  • April27th

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    Last night, at roughly 11:45 p.m., as I was sending a final rough draft of a presentation off into cyber space, and as the movie in my DVD player was playing for the third time in a row, my attention was diverted when I heard this song in the background of one of the scenes. Within minutes I reached for my phone to download and listen to the whole song. As a big smile spread across my tired, (and at this point) cross-eyed face, I closed my computer, turned out the lights and drifted off for a much needed date with Mr. Sandman. I was worried I would be dragging today but I can’t lie – I’m feelin pretty good. It’s going to be a solid day. And I think I’ll take this song along with me for the ride.

    Sara Bareilles – Many the Miles

    Lyrics to live by:

    I made up my mind when i was a young girl
    I’ve been given this one world
    I won’t worry it away
    But now and again i lose sight of the good life
    I get stuck in a low light
    But then Love comes in

    Perfection. Hope you’re having a lovely week, dolls! xox ~ Jennie B

    *p.s. the movie this song was in (and that I’m slightly obsessed with) is She’s Out of My League. Anybody else seen it?? Hillarious. I laugh so hard watching it & can’t find anyone who’s seen it too!

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    The Music Snack comes out every Wednesday to put a little rhythm in your week. Requests are always welcome, so don’t be shy!

     

  • March5th

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    A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost (1915)

    Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
    And give us not to think so far away
    As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
    All simply in the springing of the year.

    Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
    Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
    And make us happy in the happy bees,
    The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

    And make us happy in the darting bird
    That suddenly above the bees is heard,
    The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
    And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

    For this is love and nothing else is love,
    The which it is reserved for God above
    To sanctify to what far ends He will,
    But which it only needs that we fulfil.

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    1. Waiting Patiently, 2. Volvo, 3. pink dreams, 4. i guess this bird is hen. :), 5. Dead Head, 6. ♪♫ I turn to you and i say..♪♫, 7. we see what we want to see, 8. balloons

  • January27th

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    Do you hold grudges?
    Do  you hang on to squabbles a little longer than you should?
    Do you sometimes go a bit beyond plane old stubborn?

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    grudge • [gruhj]

    –noun 1. a feeling of ill will or resentment: to hold a grudge against a former opponent.

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    Nearly all of us at some point have held a grudge against another. We’re human. It happens. Sometimes it’s just hard to let go of situations, people, things that have hurt you in some form or fashion, ourselves, the list goes on and on. But do we realize what holding a grudge can do to our self?

    Holding a grudge is like walking around with a brand new Hermès Birkin bag filled with muddy rocks. It’s not smart. It’s not attractive. And it’s definitely not good for your bag, your back, or your image.

    So why do we do it? Why do we walk around carrying the excess baggage while, most often, those who lie as the objects of said grudges [ minus when it is a grudge against ourself ] walk around free of care, guilt, muddy rocks?

    I’ll be the first to tell you, I was once a woman of many grudges. I put all my troubles, angst, everything as blame on others. And I refused to let it go. For a very long time. And you know what it did? It only made things – and me – worse.

    I had convinced myself that what was done to me was so unbelievably unforgivable and detrimental that I must never forget it – any of it – and I must let everyone know the wrong doing in the event the opportunity presented itself. Recipe for disaster.

    Until finally I just gave up. I gave up and cut the ties with nearly all [still workin on a few] of the ugly, muddy, grudges I’d come to carry throughout the years. I just ….. let it go.

    And I can not begin to tell you how free I now feel.

    There is nothing so terrible, wrong, heinous [or any other adjective you insert in order to make holding on to your grudge seem ok] that you can not simply let it go. Some grudges do take a little longer to let go than others – just how long is determined by you and only you – but each and every one of them are entirely worth letting go.

    Letting go doesn’t mean being naive, it means you’re releasing those feelings of anger, frustration, hurt, angst, you name it, and releasing the power the object of your grudge has over you. You’re taking back control of your life. Of your thought stream and your energies. Don’t you want that?

    “Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”

    -Buddha

    I think it’s time.

    Don’t you want to feel free again?

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  • November16th

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    Saturday morning I opened what would become my 4th installment of Letters to Dear Diary. Exactly 2 years and 2 months after my first letter, I began my journey into a new chapter of its chronicles…

    I first began writing to Dear Diary in hopes it would help me cope with the passing of my Father. Starting my Letters I had no idea how much they would grow to mean to me and how often I would turn to Dear Diary for comfort, courage, strength, whimsical outpour, delight, efforts to sift through confusion, frustration release, silly fairy tale dreams, and every little detail along the way.

    I’d always written in a journal or diary but this time when I started again, I felt I was writing with reason – with hope – to somehow find my way back to myself in a time when nothing made sense. Two years later I’m still reaching for my book of blank pages. I’d never been this faithful in continuously writing for personal release….and not just the “ohhhh my gooooosh [insert crush of day's name here] is *so* cute, he totally looked at me today in class” (granted there’s still a few of those in there, but not of the 6th grade over-dramatized sorts)….but the real deal this is me, take it or leave it but you’re gonna hear it because you’re Dear Diary and that’s your job, sort of release.

    Opening a new installment and seeing the blank pages waiting to be filled ignites a certain sense of excitement for me, and for Dear Diary I would suppose. The anticipation of what shall fall onto these lines and fill these pages is mind boggling. What thoughts, what wondrous words of laughter, frustration, love, rage or success will my Letters hold?

    Of course only the stars above really know, but it’s quite the thrilling idea if you think about it.