Friday, 25 October 2013



so what is crazy anyway?

I googled. Here's a snippet of what I found...

informal; adjective
out of one’s head, off one’s nut, nutty, nutty as a fruitcake, off one’s rocker, not (quite) right in the head, round the bend, raving mad, stark raving mad, bats, batty, bonkers, cuckoo, loopy, loony, bananas, loco, dippy, screwy, screw loose, touched, gaga, doolally, up the pole, not all there, off the wall, out to lunch, not right upstairs, mad, insane, out of one’s mind, deranged, demented, not in one’s right mind, crazed, lunatic, non compos mentis, unbalanced, unhinged, unstable, disturbed, distracted, buggy, nutsy, nutso, out of one’s tree, meshuga, squirrelly, wacko, gonzo, absurd, preposterous, ridiculous, ludicrous, farcical, laughable, idiotic, stupid, foolish, foolhardy, unwise, imprudent, ill-conceived, silly, inane, puerile, infantile, fatuous, imbecilic, hare-brained, half-baked, unreasonable, irrational, illogical, nonsensical, pointless, senseless, impracticable, unworkable, unrealistic, outrageous, wild, shocking, astonishing, unbelievable, incredible, unthinkable, implausible, peculiar, odd, strange, queer, weird, eccentric, bizarre, fantastic, incongruous, grotesque, barmy, daft, potty, cock-eyed...

Whew. I find this quite amusing.

Another label. Another measure on whose scale?

I was 28. I received a fantastic compliment. Wow she's really got it all together.
And on the outside I did. Point being, on the inside  (no long sad story required) - I was crazy.

Beam ahead 20+ years. Still walkin the earthwalk. I have evolved. I've figured a bunch of stuff out. Finding truth. Letting go. Enjoying. Embracing all that I am and loving all that I am not.
On the inside I'm getting it together. Feeling good. Feeling happy, peaceful, content. And on the outside, there are those who say - she's crazy.

Granted I am more demonstrative than the average human. An observance by my second husband ... whatever you do, you do well. Very very true. Thing is, that works for positive and negative traits. I think that was my first real understanding of duality. Ultimately another step down the path of greater understanding of perception, beliefs and balance.

LLW  loving lightworker  counsellor
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
PSM  Pragmatic Saintly Mother  mom

CJ  my mother says I'm too sensitive
LLW  You know, that's not necessarily a bad thing

I find this quite liberating So during the next conversation with my mother that the you're too sensitive comment arose, I was armed.
CJ  Well that's not necessarily a bad thing
PSM  Yes it is

Shut down. Just like that. Ahh, the British are a tough lot. My brother and I joke that our mother's stiff upper lip is pulled right up over her head. Truth be told, she's quite the role model to live up to.

Genetically I come from a long line of nut bars. But who's the judge? My normal isn't your normal so why should my crazy be the same as anybody else's crazy.

Delight and be grateful in what is. One of many favourite Jack Nicholson lines in As Good As It Gets

go sell crazy somewhere else, we're all stocked up here 



Monday, 21 October 2013

weird yet welcomed slumber

I've not always been good at sleeping. A good sleep, in my world, would be a solid 7 hour slumber. Aside from pockets of playing fitness guru where I drill-sergeant myself with a complete physical ass-kicking and my body is so exhausted sleep comes easy, I've tended to be wakeful. Like every 2 to 3 hours. Maybe I'll go to the loo, or self-destructively raid the cupboards or simply scan the clock and doze off again. Thus I am grateful when a deep sleep is experienced.

In past I've labelled myself easily distracted by external stimuli. However I don't subscribe to labels anymore and I just like to be in the know, awake or asleep!

Given my regular sleep patterns, it's been glaring when circumstances have occurred that for the life of me, I just can't stay awake.

On two occasions I was at a hot rod show. My partner and I arrived the night before the event and tented with a few other participants. Early the next morning over 300 magnificent machines rolled in filling the field we were camped on the edge of. The purr of those modified engines had me sawing logs til my subconcious curiosity was piqued enough to rise and get visual.

Next odd place - camping at the lake. Granted here I was completely inebriated though that doesn't always guarantee a long, rejuvenating sleep. I crashed around 2am not to wake until 11am. That's 9 hours people! Both times this happened I seriously checked more than one clock. Weird.

This one's definitely got something spiritual going on. The Hospital. Awaiting Surgery.  Having the hardware removed from my ankle that I'd broken 2 years prior when blackberry-picking (now there's something to blog about). It was day surgery and once settled in pre-op -- and no I had not been given anything to make me drowsy -- I found myself nodding off. I was woken twice over the next couple hours, once for vitals and an IV, and the other to be wheeled to the O.R. Again in the corridor I dozed off, this time to be nudged by the surgeon. He woke me up so the anaesthetic-guy could put me to sleep.

And the strangest times I've drifted off... when I'm getting tattooed. I've spent 7 blissful afternoons gettin' inked. Each time it is less painful, and after the last tatt session I was more relaxed and in la-la land than any spa treatment I've received...

I'm not entirely sure what the deal is though I've got a couple full-freak explanations, but does it matter? Nope. Just another addition to the List of Wondrous Me.

Night-night. Sleep well.

Sunday, 20 October 2013

sudden uncontrollable outbursts

It would appear that as part of the human condition we have a desire to label things and although it doesn't change the circumstance at all, we are comforted by the knowing.

So recently I saw a commercial that I actually thought was a spoof.

Have you experienced sudden outbursts of uncontrollable crying or laughing?

If so, you may have "wxyz". Learn more about this neurologic condition that affects nearly 2 million ...

In advance I will apologize to those who do experience this and other physical ailments who may take offence.

Seriously people? The commercial went on further with suggestions for this newly identified condition. This led to my daughter and I experiencing a sudden outburst of uncontrollable laughing. Then we wept upon realization that this was 'real'.

So many labels, syndromes, conditions. Does it change anything by what you call it?

A couple years ago I had self-diagnosed on the internet (not always a wise idea ... don't believe everything you think) and informed my doctor I had 'chronic fatigue syndrome'. Somehow by labelling how I'd been feeling led me to believe I could now easily fix it.

My doctor explained she was hesitant to give such a diagnosis as there wasn't really any specific treatment. Hmmm. I got it. Yet another need from the ego.

There are many individuals who suffer from IBS (which I personally wouldn't have the need to tell others) and many other syndromes; yet in my observance they haven't necessarily taken steps dietary or otherwise to assist their condition. Everyone wants a magic pill to make it go away. Another instance of the way in is the way out...

Examine why you have this syndrome, condition, dis-ease, ailment, yada, yada, yada. And be open to what you discover. Allow the possibility of the source to be something other than what you think. Step out of your current belief system. We all have the power within us to change anything.

It's the whole comfort thing of knowing which is helpful if you use the information to move forward and not just an addition to your List of Limitations.

My mom and I were recently discussing the end of the Mayan Calendar and how it was labelled by the fearful as "the end of the world". The spiritual saw it as "the beginning of a new world".

My mom (a saint on this earth) simply said "it's time for a new calendar".

Love you Mom.

Incidentally the same physical symptom Have you experienced sudden outbursts of uncontrollable laughing or crying? appeared on a list of Ascension Symptoms I was perusing. And admittedly many other items that I'm tempted to label simply as Being Human. Who's the holder of the Normal List that says feeling intense emotions at times is abnormal? Embrace who you are! Show the world! Be deliciously weird*. In fact, I think my co-workers would find it abnormal if I didn't exhibit sudden outbursts every coupla days. Huge grin.

*my blogs advocate the display of behaviours that are of a positive, loving, and honouring nature, as exist in my Cuppa Joy reality.

Friday, 4 October 2013

Jesus came in under the door

AEN  Alfred E. Neumann look-alike  religious solicitor
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
KBB  Kind Beautiful Being  daughter-in-law

I have a picture of Jesus on my desk. He came in under my front door. It went down like this:

It's about 6pm on a weeknight, I'm prepping dinner for the fam. There's a knock at the door which is somewhat unusual. I answer the door and straight away recognize the scene. Solicitors from the neighbourhood Mormon Church. Only this time it's an early 20s pair, rather than the regular rotation of seniors. One of them bears an uncanny likeness to THE Face of Mad magazine.

I am respectful of other humans and their beliefs. Live and let live.

After the niceties I cut Alfred E. Neuman look-alike off.
CJ  I am happy in my belief system. Thank you. I'm making dinner for my family, and I'm not prepared to have a discussion.
As I'm closing the door AEN continues to speak. Blah, blah, blah.

I walk back into the kitchen. My daughter-in-law looks at me somewhat bewildered.

KBB  He was still talking.
CJ  I wasn't rude. Besides to me they're crossing boundaries by comin' to the door.
KBB  I've never seen that.

I now think she's yet again shocked by my gypsy-driven behaviour. She elaborates.

KBB  I've only lived in rural areas and that never happens.

Her disbelief is their audacity. Whew. I'm relieved. My conduct has incurred many an eye-rolling sigh (not necessarily from her...)

A couple hours later I head out the front door and there He is. A 3x4.5 glossy pic of glowing JC hand gently outstretched. The reverse side of the card reads "Faith in Christ can help you resolve personal and family challenges."

I find this amusing. Those lil rascals slipped it under the door perhaps implying I was in need of salvation. Was it my tattoos? Provocative clothing? Candor? Little did those youth-in-programming consider I live spirit at a level deeper than their allowed-comprehension. Or maybe I'm feeling a bit smug and they were just doing their thang.

I was drivin’ home early Sunday morning
Through Bakersfield,
Listening to gospel music on the coloured radio station,
And the preacher said: “You know you always have the lord by your side”
And I was so pleased to be informed of this
That I ran twenty red lights in his honour,
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

Thank you Mick.

Thank you Mark.

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Trust that all is well, because it is

I love numbers. I'm intrigued by this phenomenon I've created. A low-level manifestation kinda like close parking.*  In this numbers world I live in, the patterns I see daily can be a lil mind-blowing at times (ref my blog 22). So of course I've looked up my house number in Angel Numbers 101 (Doreen Virtue). Most numbers had 2 to 3 sentence explanations. Mine was a simple one-liner:

Trust that all is well, because it is.

I'm adopting this as my newest mantra. So... as long as I remember in the midst of chaos, or anything that remotely smells like drama, to take the path of least resistance, breathe, and trust that all is well, because it is, I can usually maintain a sunny disposition. Being an energetic Taurean (= a wee bit stubborn), my prior automation/programming, in an uncomfortable situation, was usually my ego surfacing in defense of any such nonsensical accusations or likeness thereof.  I am learning to continually make a conscious effort to shift and conduct myself in a manner of response ...rather than react... funnel my initial reaction through my Spock Filter of Neutrality before doing anything. In spiritual lingo, that's what awareness and alignment are all about.

At our core we feel best when we view the world through the proverbial rose-coloured glasses. It's because that whole pollyanna-thing has infinite positive influences on our overall wellbeing and quality of life - our earthwalk experience. And don't we all truly desire optimum health and peace of mind?

Energetically-speaking, being happy and joyful emits a higher vibration in our bodies and we feel good. When we feel bad we're experiencing emotions that are vibrationally lower; we're not at peace when something nasty is going down. It's against our core. And yes there are some people who have no conscience - humans are complex beings - but they're the minority, and their roots are from another planet, galaxy or dimension (there's deep subject...).

Of late, I've been watching Dr. Steven Greer. He speaks so much truth while delicately riding the fear-based conspiracy theory.

Although I prefer not to give my attention to the dark side, it's important to seek out information from a variety of sources and make up your own mind aka your reality.

There is so much more going on than we know. And I'm not jumping on the conspiracy bandwagon, I'm all about the spirituality. Alignment. Enlightenment. Living truthfully. Waking up. Awareness.  ...endless labels all indicative of living joyfully...

I've recently created my own YouTube channel - Cuppa Joy - with links to fantastic clips, and channels I subscribe to. Depending on the level of 'freak' you're into, there's Cool Stuff and Wake Up! categories ... the information is infinite, just like the Universe.

Sleep well, live large and trust that all is well, because it is.

*After watching The Secret a half dozen years ago I practiced the affirmation of "I park close". GoshDarn if it didn't work. And it continues to happen.
Drawback: In my attempt-to-be-active lifestyle, I actually like parking further away for those extra steps.

Sunday, 8 September 2013

Love aka source energy

SLH  Sweet Little Human  grandson
CNJ  Cuppa Nona Joy me
SCG  Super Cool Guy  fellow traveller

I have a grandson. And he is the best thing ever. Mainstream I know, but besides being indicative of the power of love, I see him as my opportunity to remember. To observe our human experience as pure unaltered source.

And we all want to think the fruit of our loins is advanced. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I recognize it as ego-related and choose not to assign duality and delight in observing the unfolding of this SLH's journey just as it is.


This blessed being, my grandson, was born on June 21, the first day of summer. And what a ray of sunshine he is. Earlier that year, I celebrated the arrival of Spring with a group of galfriends performing a pagan-like ritual in a wooded area nearby. One of the gifts received was a lily bulb. I planted it in my ever-expanding garden. The synchronicities of the Universe are magical; that lily revealed it's first bloom on the first day of summer, the first day of SLH's life.

Mother Earth, you rock.

To view the world through a child's mind. Hmmm, we should all do that more. Delight. Question. Observe. And be brave to say odd things; it merely shows we're awake and contemplating and learning. My lil guy is already programmed with social manners so when he doesn't want to do something it's No please.  Awww... His fave program is Cat in the Hat. We should all have Dr Seuss as our first life coach.

     You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
     You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

We were outside the other night; a beautiful September evening. That SLH was riding his tricycle and noticed the magnificent sky. Beautiful he says in toddler-speak. We hold hands and walk up the driveway. He points Awesome. I pop him in the back of the truck; he busies himself with some rope tying down an invisible load. I feel so alive ... the expansive sky above, slowly, subtly, the pinkish hue, morphing as the sun sets, SLH's chatter. The neighbourhood is alive ... joggers, dog-walkers and we greet them all. HI he hollers. A friend of mine comes by walking her furry bundle of joy.
Hey you're having a tailgate party without me. We chatted, laughed, reminisced. She carried on her way; I gathered up that SLH and took him in for his bath.

He's so damn cute I can't stand it.

We're outside on my sundeck. I look at SLH.
CNJ  You know what's really going on here don't you?
SLH  Yes, is his reply.
He has said some incredible things about people he's never met and those who have passed within his short life. For me, this solidifies the concept of so-called programming aka our belief systems. No wonder it's hard for us to remember that we're energetic beings having a physical experience. From the get-go our reality is built externally. Rules. Blah, blah, blah.

I have a close friend who is on a spiritual journey much like mine. He has a new grandson and held him, only hours old. SCG, in his enlightened state, was incredibly moved by the profoundness of cradling this virginal energy.

happy sigh.

The joyful feeling is alignment with your true source: the vibration of  LOVE.
Makes this whole earthwalk worth every second of discomfort to experience that level of happiness. Think about it. How many songs have a "trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday" theme to them. Indeed, our human condition is addicted to love. We just need to be reminded sometimes.
As Ellen says, Be Kind to One Another

Here's another one of Mark's Doodles. This guy is fantastic ... in so many ways ...
Keep on Doodling Professor ....

Wednesday, 4 September 2013


For many years now I have had a significant relationship with the number 22.
I don't call it my lucky number cause what is a lucky number really? This guy at work told me about his girlfriend playing her lucky numbers in the Lotto. He said to her one day, how are those numbers workin' for ya?  ha ha, burn!

But all callous humour aside, I was in my thirties when I started to notice the symbols my beloved Universe was sending.

Just about every month in the year has something significant that's happened on the 22nd and I believe that by the end of my earthwalk the calendar will be full.
  • my oldest son was born on the 22nd
  • my last day - unplanned - from a 20 yr job was on the 22nd
  • an interview was on the 22nd ... of course I got the job. I knew I was a shoe-in!
  • 10-yr bestie born on the 22nd
  • some too sizzling for publishing ... tee hee
  • at this point all but 3 months are spoken for

But wait, there's more!

  • first love-of-my-life ... when I was 22
  • my twins were born on the 2nd
  • my mom was 22 when I made my appearance ... which went unnoticed by me until my mom mentioned it on  my 44th birthday
  • 22 has been in phone numbers and addresses
  • guy at work brings me a can of cola; one of the minis ... 222 ml
  • at least 3 or 4 times a day when I glance at the clock it's something:22
  • endless license plates ... just last week as I approached a stop sign the license plate on the car in front of me was 222 MEH
  • Spirit Science - fantastic YouTube series - has 22 episodes; recent addition is numbered 22_2 and talks about cycles and riding it out instead of trying to force happy
The prominent appearance of 22 has felt endless at times. So I had 22 tattooed on my forearm. Must mean somethng ... but what? Well at times I'm baffled. And a lil blonde...

I've spent many an hour Googling 22 - numerology, symbolism, seeing repetitive numbers - my reality is that these are soothing messages from the Universe that All is unfolding as it should...

   Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming   (Dory, Finding Nemo)

And since I possess self-mocking capabilities, when I wonder what's with the frequency, I lovingly acknowledge I require constant reassurance.

22 is a Universe master number. Angels are all over it. And I'm not alone in this phenomenon. Many, many, many fellow humans share this connection.

Those aligned with 22 allegedly have the potential for greatness. Now there's pressure. Interestingly enough, I do have a strong drive to live up to my potential.
recent COMSULT*   You're quite the force.  I know, I said
And it's my own personal challenge; no skeletons in the closet fueling some egocentric need. Simply, I know I am capable, so I will.

Sometimes, in our human condition, we expect greatness to appear in a profound way. More often it's subtle occurring through continuous growth - living, loving, learning - a collective, well-rounded kind of success. At least that's my chosen take.

When put in a sink-or-swim scenario I've kept my head bobbing out of the water and am over-the-top grateful for every single freakin' experience regardless of how my ego saw the duality, aka the ole judgment scale.

This past year my knowledge bank has broadened exponentially. As I'm embracing the concept that I truly create my reality, 22 is becoming more and more visible because I've made it part of my truth, aka manifested, I am aligned with 22.

And I am making those subtle steps. Changing day jobs ... writing this blog ... heading down the path of endless possibilities. I've seen what I can create in a small way and I'm intrigued, curious and adventurous to test those waters and see where this all leads.

Mind bent? It's all what you choose to feel and believe, and it will appear.

To wrap up my affinity to 22 - more number phenomena comin - amongst many longtime awesome friendships I'm fortunate to have, there's a great couple I know who have now been married for longer than I'll ever be... Recently I found out that Mark does Doodles. When I perused his gallery on FB I noticed he'd done a special Doodle for their anniversary. Guess what? It was year 22! of course it was ...

*comsult   I proudly give credit to my daughter for this one
   A combination of a compliment and an insult

We're in the grocery store.

AD  Oh there you are, I didn't realize it was you. You looked so thin and pretty from behind.
CJ  I looked thin and pretty?! Thanks.

My vanity graciously took the com' and overlooked the 'sult part.

Time to publish: it's 11:22.  Sweet dreams.

Friday, 30 August 2013

Friday morning Cuppa Joy

It rained last night. Like poured. Torrential. Huge drops. The dry ground literally sucked up Mother Nature's elixir.

This morning it is bright and sunny ... August has returned. There's actually a tinge of green to the dried up grass aka my lawn.

I poured myself a cuppa joe and logged on to start my day. Then I remember it's recycling day which usually escapes me hence I have a stockpile in the garage.
My theory is it's more efficient; the truck makes fewer stops on the route. Honestly, I'd be annoyed having to stop every 20 ft for 1 box. Somehow going 40 ft and picking up 2 boxes seems better.

Anyway, as I was placing the first of many bins at the curb, I saw a man with a shopping cart a few doors down. Ever since the recycling depot opened nearby a few years back, I've noticed folks frequenting our hood gathering refundables.
I brought out a bin of  'money' items (our family's sorting term).

CJ me  FH fellow human

CJ Good morning. You're welcome to these.
FH Why thank you. Aren't you kind this morning. 
CJ  Hey, we're all humans. Have a great day.

Next task: look online for anyone in need of a double bed. I have 2 to donate. Then call Big Brothers & Sisters and sign up for the next truck coming my way. I've got a sorted and boxed pile ready to share. I have a surplus of furniture which I'm delighted to pass on to an 'adopted' son of mine as he moves forward in life and has found a wonderful gal to create a home with.

I am grateful for all the stuff' I have. Hanging onto anything above what I need is a form of insanity. And I do like stuff. Especially the shiny things... however I have come to a place where if something no longer serves me perhaps it can serve someone else. We hang onto way too much stuff - materialistically and emotionally - and when we decide let it go, wow, the rush of energy radiating inside, the feeling of alignment and freedom of the spirit ...

Loving my Friday morning Cuppa Joy

Saturday, 24 August 2013

Say What?

I love hearing wrong. It's far more interesting.

My daughter and I decide to spend the afternoon at the beach. We head off to the market down the road to pick up the most fabulous sandwiches ever. I order mine on marble rye. It's just so pretty I can't stand it.

We get to the till. The cashier and I strike up a conversation.
CJ me  FC  friendly cashier AD  awesome daughter
CJ  We're heading to Peninsula Beach for a picnic. But not the nude beach  I say being silly
FC  Oh I didn't know there was a nude beach there
CJ  Oh ya... cheshire cat grin  Down one end but I've never been there
FC  Interesting. My daughter and I were just out there and didn't notice any nude beach
She looks at my daughter.
FC  Have you ever been there?
CJ  Thought bubble: say what? you're asking my 13 year-old if she's been to the nude beach?
AD um, no I haven't
FC  Well have a great afternoon

We walk away slightly confused. Then I got it. Ah-ha.
Friendly Cashier thought I said "new beach"... ha ha ha ha ha ha

I'm tucking my daughter in at night chatting away. She makes a statement about something which escapes my memory and not key to the funny part anyway...
CJ  Oh bologny  I say out loud
A puzzled look comes across her face.
AD  What?
CJ  Bologny
AD  Oh. I thought you said "Blow me"

That's a Hall of Famer.

Friday, 23 August 2013

To thine own self be true

Sometimes situations in life require us to make changes we simply don't wanna...
But inside you know it's right, it needs to happen. Whatever 'it' happens to be in your reality.

I've had to do this more times than I thought my sensitive nature could take. But, you just gotta. So I've learned - finally! - that when faced in one of these predicaments of life, go ahead and speak your truth.

However, here's the most important part. It's all in the delivery... Yup. That's it. Simple. It's this whole love thing. When we own how we feel and speak from the heart - translation in a kind and respectful manner - we honour ourselves and the recipient of our truth.

Story time

I was uncomfortable with the sporadic inappropriate behaviour of a close relative who had been visiting from out of town. I tried prit'near every ego-clearing-energy-releasing tool in my Harmony Now!* kit and after 4 days I just couldn't do it anymore... I had been thrown out of the vortex much like Auntie Em's house complete with Miss Gulch on the bicycle... I shudder... we're not in Kansas anymore Toto... Way too many flashbacks of the tried-to-forget kind. I broke out in hives on my wrists.

So I hid. For 2 days. Then it was the final night. I wasn't proud of myself. I was angry and I hadn't been very respectful or honouring of this fellow human. They meant no harm. I gather that type of expression is acceptable in their reality.
Just not in mine.

I approached the situation like this:     CJ me  AR annoying relative

CJ   I love you very much, and I apologize for isolating myself, but I am not comfortable with some of our conversations. I tried a couple of times to express boundaries were crossed. We choose to live a peaceful lifestyle in this home.
AR  I didn't mean to upset anyone.
CJ   I understand that. And I love and accept you just the way you are. It is me who is uncomfortable. Thank you for coming. Much of the time was most enjoyable.

We hugged and said goodbye. Although I felt enormous relief there was some guilt hanging about. Human condition.

I'm very much into symbolism, particularly with numbers. I could blog about that daily... sometimes it's so over-the-top freaky I have to ask the Universe to cut it out for a bit. Sheesh. I'm grateful for the love but it can be a lil distracting.

Anyway, later that night while numbing my brain pre-sleep playing Spider Solitaire, the first game ends with a running time of 22:27 and a score of 1113. I notice the triple number sequences. I play one more game resulting in a running time of 11:12 and a score of 2322. I smile. Thank you I say. My eyes glance to the clock on the tablet and it's... 11:12. My heart warms and my feet tingle.

My take on the number sequences... confirmation from the beloved Universe that I was true to my real self. Owning my discomfort. Speaking truth with kindness and respect. No blame. No judgment.

I slept peacefully and woke up the next morning to a hue of pink clouds in the sky, and I felt absolutely marvelous... (and they were gone!)

*um, hope you realize the Harmony Now! kit is a fabrication of my mind. Own yours today!

to my friend: to thine own self p2

Sunday, 18 August 2013

Sunday Afternoon

Thankfully cloudy today allowing me to spend my last day of vacation happily blogging, cuppa joy (aka coffee) along with my vape (e-cigarette for those unaware) with the Sunday afternoon flick inspiring me to chat about cool, thought-provoking movies. Love these mind-expanding concepts and I am grateful to those talented humans who are able to bring their creativity to fruition and share!

I am engrossed in John Carter of Mars. Not only visually pleasing (hubba, hubba) John Carter has made an energetic copy of himself and teleported to Mars... With flashes to other lives and other goodies, in my opinion, this movie is cap A awesome.

I already blogged about Foster Gamble's Thrive... more of a documentary format and a definite Must Watch. Another model human... Tom Shadyac (former super-rich guy). I Am* profiles Tom's journey as he shifts the polarity of his beliefs transforming his life. I've also watched a couple YouTube interviews. He's great... living from simplicity (aka singularity... it is what it is). The interviewers at times appear befuddled - they just don't get it and try to break his ideals as they apply their linear beliefs. Tom retains composure at all times, truly living in alignment with himself. Bravo!

The most recent inspiring celeb bit is Ashton Kutcher's talk to Teens.

Let's keep this conversation going world!

The whole Men In Black series... brilliance! Jodie Foster in Contact. Coolness here is the vibration-energy-nonexistent time space stuff. And Matthew McConaughey... People magazine's 2005 Sexiest Man Alive... oh ya.

The Quantum Activist. There's some deep stuff. I've had to watch it a few times as honestly, the thick accent requires me to focus a lil more intently... and I've gotta rambling brain. Be ready to sink into this one.

I've also delighted in the entire Spirit Science series on YouTube. This type of communication works well for me. The clips are animated, concepts are simply presented and encompasses a lotta stuff. I think I watched all 22 episodes over the course of a few days. Utterly captivating!

There is so much available to us, in a myriad of forms. It's time to question everything! Look at things through the chicken and the egg filter. Which came first? What is true? Are we a brain with a heart or a heart with a brain?

I'm a long-time believer that we are energetic beings having an earth walk. These days I feel like I'm on a fast-track of wonderment in this rapidly-changing technical world. Information continuously at our fingertips, the knowledge is coming fast and furious. Pay attention to what's going on and what's truly important and ultimately what feels good. It's fascinating and not to be feared (cause fear doesn't feel so good does it?).

We have an abundance of resources all to help humanity get to that state of alignment and singularity... where we can accept it is what it is and treat ourselves and others with love and kindness.

Whew. Time for a nap...

* I watched on I am on Netflix; lots of other good stuff on YouTube

Thursday, 15 August 2013

There's no place like home

click your heels together three times repeating there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home...

Home is a beautiful thing. Home truly is where the heart is. Home is that feeling of safety, comfort and belonging. Home has the familiar scent of, well, you.

I'm so happy to be home. Back to what I know, what I've created. No wonder it feels just right.

My circle tour of our vast, incredible, magnificent province visiting branches, leaves and fruit of the maternal-side of my family tree was a mind-blowingly beautiful experience.

All senses were on high alert. Talking, listening, hearing, seeing, touching, feeling.

Wow. Double wow. Connecting with family in the profoundness of Mother Nature. Pleasant random encounters with other humans enjoying what our collective consciousness has manifested here on Planet Earth.

I am inspired as to the level of consciousness, awareness, gratitude, appreciation and love that exists out there, beyond my usual world. How wonderful it is to step outside our normal and see what's going on and what other people know.

In the true sense of it is what it is I have considerable interactions to sort through that will keep me blogging and sharing insights for some time. I've always found human behaviour fascinating hence I love books, stories, movies. The downside is when emotion - um, specifically mine - is involved and being completely objective becomes a looming feat. I digress.

From a duality perspective (i.e. applying a judgement such as positive, negative) my experiences ran the gamut. All were valuable no matter what emotional, ego-based chord was struck within me.

I felt everything. Absolute love, joy, gratitude. Deep sadness and grief. Gathering, processing, reflecting on who are these people and who am I, and how do we fit. A real roller coaster.

Removing the polarity and looking through the it is what it is filter, I cherish every moment, every mile travelled. For me, there exists an undeniable familial bond. A true energetic connection of clan encompassing all that we are.

This pseudo-pilgrimage has been invaluable. I love all of you wacky, weird and wonderful peeps, and I'm damn glad to be home.

Saturday, 3 August 2013


I'm off tomorrow for a 10 day trip with my mother and daughter travelling around our magnificent province to see the extended family.

As Ellen would say, Be Kind to One Another

Back mid-August...


Thursday, 25 July 2013

Time to Wake Up

I, like so many others on our beloved planet, are acutely aware of the changes occurring in our world.

I've spent my earthwalk learning, pondering, doing, learning, pondering, doing (repeat infinitely)... I feel alive, aware and knowing. So much is starting to make sense.

Amongst many fascinating things, people, places, books, philosophies, concepts I've obsessed over, this by far sums up what we collectively know to be true.

Settle in and soak it up... It's time fellow earthlings! Our collective consciousness can create a world where we all can do more than survive. We can thrive!

I am humbled and grateful. Thank you Foster Gamble.

Monday, 22 July 2013

Kids Say the Darnedest Things...

In honour of my first born's 25th birthday today (he's always been regal) I'd like to share some of the darnedest things he said...

My Little Man 

We're cruising the aisles of the grocery store, my lil bit of heaven sitting happily in the seat of the shopping cart. I'm focused on selecting the week's supply of navel oranges when my son's perky 3-year-old voice boldly announces ... Mom, that man's gotta a big black head. Suppressing my laughter (as my immediate thought is what about the rest of him?), I bee-line to Cereal/Crackers/Snacks.

Oh, crap... No relief here. It's mascot day. A ginormous Tony the Tiger, holding a box of Frosted Flakes, is bearing down on us. My son looks, and promptly starts shrieking like a banshee. The cart is up on the sidewheels as I 180-it... Heading to the meat department I feel confident raw meat will diffuse any pent-up hilarity.

Jump ahead to age 4. We're camping and my lil sparky accompanies me in the washroom stall. Leery of the cleanliness I hover over the seat. As the trickle flows my son peers at the operation before him. Mom, he asks, do you have just a bum?

When being reprimanded by his father who had asked, What kind of a place do you think this is? my son's reply was Um, a place where you smoke cigars? No holding back. I burst into gales of laughter... It took awhile to figure that one out. Turns out he was recalling the story of Pinocchio on Pleasure Island...

Kindergarten. My cheery boy easily makes new friends and is proud to remember their names. One afternoon, while having our daily snack & chat, he tells me about a girl in his class. Her name is Jasmine he says. Then adds, but not the one in Aladdin...

I hold the sweetness of his innocence at the core of my heart.

Happy Birthday Sparky!

Saturday, 20 July 2013


I found myself at 45 having to take on a second job. My best option was housekeeping. I’d done it for 25+ years caring for my family, my mother’s standards well ingrained in my performance.

I answered a few ads and lo and behold there I was meeting Greta, a retired university professor of Sociology. (I later googled her to find she’d been busted 10 years prior for growing pot. Alleged medicinal purposes. Do tell... I was one more to be titillated by this discovery than offended). After chatting with Greta for 10 or so minutes a situation arose that, by request, I easily took charge of. A utility repairman had arrived; she was unnerved and agitated. Get rid of him she said. No problem.

I went outside and introduced myself as the housekeeper and requested he return another time as the present was not convenient for Ms. Professor. He kindly left and she immediately hired me.

Over the next few months Greta shared her eclectic life with me (sans grow-op story); she was an extraordinary individual and I admired her greatly. Her views on life, her intelligence, her experiences, all unfolded in a glorious form as we tackled her disorganized home room by room. I loved my time with her. She epitomized grace, even when she had nodded off reading in her grand leather wing chair, and I would delicately remove the wine glass from her hand.

Greta explained the difference between Sociology and Psychology ... I could sense she was studying me ... she declared me to be bohemian. I wasn't entirely sure of the definition but before jumping to any rash, ego-victim-based conclusion I choose to be intrigued and made a mental note to self to google this.

Later, to my delight, my search resulted in:


boh-hee-mee uh n

"a socially unconventional person, especially one who is involved in the arts".
... derived from the French bohémien Gypsy

Fanf’ntastic I thought. I did a 5 second rip through my life ... yup, I am so down with this.

And so was the realization, the revelation, the awareness, the birth of my inner GYPSY!

Monday, 15 July 2013

Irrational Thoughts of a (temporarily) Mad Woman

I’ve just lambasted my ex for being an insensitive jerk. As I’m an Over-Crier I’m secretly hoping he's tormenting himself envisioning me sobbing over his latest disappointment.
Ah, but I am not. With extreme swiftness I'm funnelling my anger sweeping that man outta my garage.
I am resisting the urge to text:

BTW not a tear shed. Though I will neither confirm nor deny I have created a voodoo doll in effigy. Does your face hurt?

Somehow I feel better...
I wore a dress to work. Still avoiding any kind of lengthy dialogue with him — you wanna communicate with me you know how — I received a text.

Him You look nice
MeLooks can be deceiving ;)

Bless him. Didn't get my cynical humour. Thought I was having a bad day...

Aren't Jokes supposed to be Funny?

CMH Closed Minded Human (dude at work)
CJ Cuppa Joy (me)
So this CMH tells this joke which annoyed me.

How do you make 3 pounds of fat look good?  Put a nipple on it.

Joe Average laughs. I’m irked. And I’m not exactly sure why. But after pondering, for a few months I might add, I found the source.
Um, firstly, it’s not fat jackwagon. It’s tissue...mammary gland if you want to be picky.

And, in fact, mammary glands play a life and death role in this world of ours.
Am I taking this a lil seriously? You betcher ass I am.

I am a mother of four. I am humbled and in awe that I have, from my physical form, created and sustained life.
This is an aspect of our earthwalk that by the infinite wisdom of the universe this CMH will not get the opportunity to experience.
A few weeks later the same CMH sends me a message.

CMH Hey I thought of a great Halloween costume for you.

CJ     this is March

CMH You can attach jars of cinnamon, paprika, pepper to your bra and go as a spice rack.

CJ     seriously?  Hey you can paint that circular fringe on the top of your head brown and go as an asshole...

CMH ouch. that hurt.

'Nuff said. Message received.

Monday, 8 July 2013


Clarification time...

The emblem in the corner of my blog header represents the flower of life as defined in sacred geometry. The colour palette represents the 7 main chakras.

Word on the Street was that it resembled marijuana leaves in pride colours. Nope.
(To quote Seinfeld, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." )


I celebrate and support all individuality guided and expressed in a respectful and honouring manner to humanity at large.


The flower of life is a geometrical shape composed of multiple evenly-spaced, overlapping circles arranged in a flower-like pattern with six fold symmetry like a hexagon. The perfect form, proportion and harmony of the Flower of Life has been known to philosophers, architects and artists around the world as depicting the fundamental forms of space and time.

In New Age thought, the Flower of Life has provided what is considered to be deep spiritual meaning and forms of enlightenment to those who have studied it as sacred geometry.


Chakras, in Hindu metaphysical tradition and other belief systems, are centres of Prāṇa, life force, qi (chi) or vital energy. Chakras correspond to vital points in the physical body.

Their name derives from the Sanskrit word for "wheel" or "turning". There are 7 main chakras.


Question to the masses -

How many bras, on average, do most women have?

This came to mind of recent when my daughter, convinced that I was too embarrassed to attend to her needs, corralled my quite-willing daughter-in-law to do the deed and take her shopping for a bra.

The outing was a complete success - to La Senza, no less - and I was secretly delighted to be spared any awkwardness. My daughter was thrilled with her purchases ... or at least I thought so until she expressed a preteen level of urgency in returning to the store as the sale-of-the-century was ending.

So I asked... Um... how many did you get today?

Her reply was 3 (three).

I said... You're 13. How many do you need?

My mind drifted back to a conversation with my mostly inappropriate and incredibly endearing co-workers... I overhear a couple of the gals chatting about their various boob-cases (one of my sons coined this term at age 3). I holler out "I've got two. How many do you need?"

Looking back I realize how much of a reflection that was of how I was feeling about myself. Definitely before I embraced my Inner Gypsy. I now have 5 ... in different colours too!

But maybe I'm way out of touch. It's possible. So I pose the question.

How many bras, on average, do most women have?

Saturday, 29 June 2013

AH HA [a-ha]

Part of Speech  positive
Definition  uplifting
Synonyms  Connection, Click, Clue, Discovery, Divine intervention, Epiphany, Eye opener, Manifestation, Prophecy, Revelation, Switch, Tip, Unveiling, Vision

1   an appearance or manifestation, such as a deity.
2   a sudden, intuitive perception or insight into the reality or meaning of something usually initiated by some seemingly insignificant, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
3   an instance presented, usually symbolically, creating a moment of revelation and insight.

Whatever holds true for you, this is it. This is when its happening.

It is my belief when we have these moments that's when we are aliged with the universal grid of collective consciousness. Whew. That's a mouthful.

How bout this. It's a sticker I found in a crystal shop last week.
Retrofit Obsolete Mental Constructs

There's one to ponder...

For those in need of a translation Question everything. Let go of old beliefs that no longer support your overall wellbeing.


The sheer beauty, simplicity and synchronicity of existence continues to amaze me.

I arrived home from work and to my delight my latest order from Amazon had arrived. I set myself up to bask in the sunbeams on my deck, ready to receive messages lying within Archangels & Ascended Masters.

I flipped open the book, then thought I should see what's listed in the contents. The book seemingly of its own mind, opened to Archangel Michael. Awww... Michael. One of my favourite movies is Michael portrayed by John Travolta. The concept is so heartwarming. Although he drinks beer, smokes cigarettes and farts, he also smells of cookies, loves pie, and conducts his actions from the heart. Michael's comment "I'm gonna miss the earth so much..." resonates deep within me. We are privileged to have an earthwalk and experience all the physical world has to offer.

I read the section about Archangel Michael... switches flick on and off. Things literally click. My week had felt like a series of crusades ultimately culminating in an almost miraculous result. My energy had been sapped by these events and personal doubt had crept its way back in. Hot flashes, non-existent for a few months, had been reoccurring throughout the past few days...  And here it was.
"...Michael is a fiery energy and his presence is enough to make you sweat. I've had a number of female students tell me that they thought they were having menopausal hot flashes until they realized they'd just invoked Michael and it was his presence that created all the heat..." (excerpt Archangels & Ascended Masters, Doreen Virtue)
WOW - Michael had fueled my actions, in alignment with my life purpose of creation. I had found a way to create my visions for the overall betterment of my workplace. What I thought had been of week of fighting, a step backward of sorts, was indeed necessary to move forward. Paradox for sure. Whew. This being a Lightworker has alot to it.

Then... completed elated by the affirmation of my actions... I realize the page number of Michael's section is 33. Of course, I think. My world is filled with double numbers to the point I sometimes ask the angels to cut it out as I'm distracted on a daily basis by the synchronicity that continually reveals itself. (blogs on double numbers coming!)

I soak up the sun rays enveloped with feelings of incredible peace, gratitude and bliss within my heart. As I gaze upwards I receive the most incredible show. An eagle soars above me, singing, swooping, riding the airwaves. Spectacular. Thank you.

My family arrives to share a meal. Our conversation is lively, hearty - an exchange of ideas and feelings - an atmosphere of hey, this is what I know, what do you know? It's important to me to create - as best as I know how - a harmonious, safe, loving home.

I share my Michael story... which leads to sharing a recent story about a Raphael and one of my sons who lives in another part of the country. We all revel in the coolness of the universe.

As I'm heading off to bed for the night I get a text from this son...

Son  Hey you know what i can see right now n just realized what it is... northern lights!
Me  Fantastic! Describe it please
Son  Oh its pretty faint. havnt seen since october came out for a smoke n seen and remembered you want to see them. kinda looks like when you see rain clouds droop down but light green and scattered thin clouds. they are pretty neat.
Me  (our bdays are in May) green is the may birthstone. And the colour vibe of the angel Raphael
Son  I work with a polish guy named rafael and was supposed to move into his place tomorrow but i'm not ... weird tho?!

Beautiful I think. Thank you.

Five minutes later, I flick on the tube. Jimmy Kimmel. That's light, entertaining. His first guest... John Travolta. Mind blowing continues. I lie on my stomach overwhelmed by the love of the day, my life, mother earth... warmth circulates my feet and I feel Michael gently stroking the underside of my right foot.

My sense of gratitude and awareness has risen exponentially.

Wednesday, 26 June 2013


I find myself in a somewhat awkward position when explaining my life.

New tenant moves in... meets the obvious outgoing partner... assumes it’s my husband and probably the father of my children... I have yet to give an explanation...
I have 2 ex-husbands, 3 boys by #1, 1 girl by #2, and the guy on his way out was my partner of 6 years... and I’m not that kind of girl. Sigh.
And then I realize, perhaps I am... So what. Damn, I’ve had a fine life, full of adventure, experiences and run the gamut in many facets of life.

This is my path. I embrace my inner gypsy.

Gypsy traits: 

nomadic in many ways... jobs, partners, homes, friends
colourful in many ways... gestures, clothing, speech, laughter
liberal in many ways... open-minded, inviting, exploring
fearless in many ways... challenges, relationships, life

The Haagen-Dazs Principle

This type of man-behaviour is a definite deal-breaker. This happened to one of my besties and we use it as a measure of he’s just not that into you-ness.
The marriage is on the rocks. In an effort to rekindle she dresses in his favourites of her provocative clothing. They have passionate sex in the living room, soft music in the background, the scent of vanilla candles piques their senses. Afterwards she invites him to the bedroom. He pauses. I’ll be there in a minute he replies. Oh... and off she goes. A half hour later she returns to the living room to find him asleep on the couch, an empty container of Haagen-Dazs ice cream beside him...
He's oblivious to the message his actions have sent.
It’s the principle you self-serving, unaware human. They divorced not long after.