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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Today at the salon, as I waxed my clients eyebrows. At the moment I spread the freshly heated, melted honey wax to the thin, fine blonde hairs that delicately lined the bone of her brow. I knew.  Knew that one day we would all be dead.  Dead and gone forever. Like the carefully chosen, artfully discarded, delicately fine hairs, the ones that only moments ago were a part of my clients body. The hairs that now lay on the bottom of the the salon trash can. Forever attached to the cotton strip that served as the vehicle of their demise.  This"knowing" happens to me from time to time .  At the most trivial of hours. A knowing that is real and unobjectionable. Like a quick glimpse behind the veil of illusion. The illusion of a permeant existence.  As we hypnotically tend to the minutia that comprises our daily lives.  The quick trip to Target to return the "just not right" color swimsuit.  The specialist Dr.'s visits we wait months for, even after the symptom is long gone.  The once a year trip to the ocean and the ten thousand other things we do on a minute to minute, hour by hour, day by day and year by year basis.  Distracting ourselves from the stone cold, unbelievably fucking scary fact, that one day we too will be as discarded as my 4:00's hairy eyebrows.the ones that now lay at the bottom of the trash can on an overcast and oppressively humid late Aug Wed afternoon  in the salon.

She talked to me about her aging.  About her wrinkles and age spots. About style.  She spoke about comfortable shoes, how she liked mine and  about her OCD.  She liked to make lists.  Things she needed to do.  To buy. To remember. The lists made her feel better.
I listened as she talked.  I carefully positioned the tiny round wooden wax laden stick on her brow bone.  I knew the angle of her face and the shape I wanted to achieve. I had done this 100 times before.  Every 5 weeks to be exact.
She had not been diagnosed with OCD but she knew she had it.
She had returned from a trip to an acquaintances home the day before. Knowing. The acquaintance had had some surgery and was laid up for a while so my client brought her dinner.  As my client made her way thru the garage into the home, she noticed how there was not much room to get by.  Upon entering the home she noticed how messy and disorganized the house was.  This made her "uncomfortable".  She tried to make excuses to herself about why the house was so disheveled.  How could this woman clean when she was laid up?  The teenagers that were also living in the house were just that, teenagers.  They messed things up and never bothered to clean up after themselves and this woman had simply "given up" for the moment.  And of course her husband was always at work.  It was not a hoarders home she told me, just really very messy.
Upon returning to her own home she saw for the very first time just how neat it was. Just how clean. Just how organized.  This too made her "uncomfortable".  She shook it off.  I listened as I walked her back to the styling chair, as I draped the black silk cutting cape around her and as I snipped and trimmed  her thick wet  hair into her usual style.  I listened as I felt the ache in my back that sometimes comes from 5 straight days of standing behind the chair. Even with my comfortable shoes on.
I listened even as I  thought about how long I had been doing my clients hair.  Had it been 8 years?  11 years? Her college aged daughter was in elementary school when she found me through a friends recommendation.  I thought about change. My client talked about her husbands upcoming retirement and I sensed her ambivalence about this.  They had been ships passing in the night for years now. She being a morning person and he a night owl.  Would they be able to stand being together again after all of these years?  Would they finally have the time to do all the things they dreamed of when their daughter was young?  Travel, exploring hobbies, and living the good life now that they had the time?  Did they even know each other any more? Like each other any more?  My client spoke about finally having the time to organize photo's in her photo albums, cleaning closets and sorting her shoes. I thought about change. I thought about death and the fact that my family photo's would forever stay disorganized in the plastic bins and giant popcorn tins which they currently reside if I had my way.  I thought about how much longer I would be able to stand behind the chair and do this work.  My back was achey and my feet were tired.  She told me about a party she would attend at a neighbors this coming weekend and about the strawberry bunt cake she would bring. She looked sad as she described the entire recipe to me cup by cup.
I spun my client around to face the mirror and she smiled a half smile.  Thank you you always do such a wonderful job she said.  Thanks for listening she said.  I bet you get tired of hearing every ones stories   No of course not I said. Only half meaning it.
I brought her to the front desk and re scheduled her thru the next 3 months.  See you in 5 weeks she said.  Ok, have a good time this weekend at your party.
I swept the floor and thought about change.  I turned out the salons lights as I closed up shop. I drove the familiar streets home to my son and husband and thought about death. I watched the late Aug leaves letting go of their branches and I breathed a deep breath in.  On the out breath I thought about how much I appreciated my "just right" messy, wonderfully achy life. 



Wednesday, April 3, 2013

To Be Like A Monk On A Coaster.

 I have been on a deeply inward journey. More so last year and some this year. Interspersed with a feeling of "coming out". For me it's about letting go of the need,desire and habit of listening to the "outer authority" and re-cultivationg a deepening connection to my inward authority as well as my innate intuition. 


Taking 100% responsibility for all of me. My actions with others and myself. I have a growing trust and love for myself that I have not known before. I can sense and ride the waves of uncertainty that come in any life, as I would a wild ride at the amusement park. Knowing to trust and wait as things ebb and flow. Like a monk on a coaster. Life is so much sweeter this way. xoxo Best to you

Friday, December 21, 2012

Note To Self:





Note To Self:




Note to self: 

Now is the time more than any. Today is the day.  A turning point.  An opportunity.  An open door. A time to say YES. To surrender.  A time to leave any and all baggage from the past that is heavy and weighing you down, holding you back BEHIND.  Drop it.  It is a time of forgiveness, NOW is the only time.  A time to look fear in the face and say "back up buddy"!  Consciously or subconsciously.  It is my wish for you and I and our children, to walk through this portal to a new life together.  A better life...a more conscious life.  One where we embrace who we are and know that in being ourselves fully we will be an integral part of the whole. We will be embraced with open hearts by our community for our unique gifts. We will make our contribution to the world.  We are never "bad" for working through our "stuff" honestly and with integrity together with our friends and loved ones. This  process allows our friends and loved ones the opportunity to work out their stuff too. Isn't that why we are on this planet?  To help one another grow?  To be each others teachers? To love and be loved unconditionally?  We must start this process Of making PEACE with ourselves and be the model of behavior so it becomes the "fashion" of the time, a soon to be "classic" that is always in style..  It is a time for having courageous conversations.  Speaking from the heart.  Hearing through the heart.  Seeing through our heart. And living with our masks off.  To dance, sing and be joyous. To embrace this life with all of it's duality.

We must teach the children that we are capable our a much GRANDER VISION of the world than we are currently seeing role-modeled.  A world where peace is what's trending on twitter.  And good news is the headline story on newspapers and on the evening news!.   We must  DEMAND that television and movies are not full of grotesque, graphic, unapologetic destructive violence and mayhem!  We must DEMAND programming that allows adults and children alike to lay their heads down at night with sweet dreams filling your mind instead of fear and darkness.  Or... turn the t.v. off all together.  Don't allow your living rooms to be filled with toxic waste.  It's all a lie. A charade of fear.  Believe in a different way.  Be brave. 

See the good in your fellow man and find the compassion down deep that it takes to realize we are ALL IN THIS TOGETHER.  Lets imagine a BEAUTIFUL  LIFE  and a peaceful world and so it shall be.  
XOX

Peace, love and light.
                           Today is the day. NOW is the

 time. A turning

 point. An opportunity. An
open door. A time to say YES.

 To surrender. A time to leave
any and all baggage from the

 past that is weighing you
 down, holding you back,

 BEHIND! Drop it. It is a time

 of forgiveness. NOW is the
only time. A time to look fear

 in the face and say "back up
buddy"! It is my wish for you and me and for our children, to

 walk through this portal to a new life together. A better

 life...a more conscious life. One where we embrace who we are

 and know that in being fully ourselves we will be an integral

 part of the whole. We will be embraced with open hearts by our
community for our unique gifts. We will make our contribution to

 the world. We are never "bad" for working through our "stuff"

 honestly and with integrity, together with our friends and

 loved ones. This process allows our friends and loved ones the

 opportunity to work out their stuff too. Isn't that why we are

 on this planet? To help one another grow? To be each others

 teachers? To love and be loved unconditionally? We must start

 this process Of making PEACE with ourselves and be the model of

 behavior so it becomes the "fashion" of the time, a soon to be

 "classic" that is always in style.. It is a time for having

 courageous conversations. Speaking from the heart. Hearing

 through the heart. Seeing through our heart. And living with

 our masks off. To dance, sing and be joyous. To embrace this

 life with all of it's duality.


We must teach the children that we are capable our a much


GRANDER VISION of the world than we are currently seeing role-


modeled. A world where peace is what's trending on twitter

And good news is the headline story in newspapers and on t.v
.

                                                  Not one full of grotesque, graphic, unapologetic destructive

violence and mayhem! We must DEMAND programming that allows
adults and children alike to lay their heads down at night with
sweet dreams filling your mind instead of fear and darkness.
Or... turn the t.v. off all together. Don't allow your living
rooms to be filled with toxic waste. It's all a lie. A charade
of fear. Believe in a different way. Be brave.


We must DEMAND that television and movies and the evening news

not be filled with fear and violence.





See the good in your fellow man and find the compassion down

                                               deep, to see yourself in his struggles and to realize we are ALL  
IN THIS TOGETHER. Be kind.





                                                                                  Peace, love and light. xo

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Grateful Day

Grateful to be playing with art in my pajama's on a cloudy day in N.C.!!!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

A Sip A Smile And A Tune


Spent the evening visiting a friend and dining at a local elderly community with my 10 yr old son! Life there is precious and lived at a slower pace. A smile, hug or handshake can make someone's a day. I tried hard to see the story of someone's life on their worn in face or in their crumpled, or sturdy body posture. It seems the "in" hair style for women is the page boy of all lengths. Mostly white heads...some still use boxed color. The gentlemen pulled out their wives chairs or rolled them with care up to the table. I was surprised to see the amount of couples. I tried to pick my future self out from the ladies seated around the round tables as I sipped on peppermint tea. 

On our way back to my friends room, my son spotted a piano. He has been learning to play for the past 3 years. He sat down and started a Beatles tune. Then Claire de Lune and Beethoven. The crowd grew and folks yelled out the names of the tunes. My son was givin a business card from the activities director. They would love him to come and be the evening entertainment whenever he can fit it in to his schedule. Between homework, play dates, and video games. He was on cloud nine! A great evening. And a solid reminder of what really matters in this world. 

Everyone, slow down, sip your tea and smile at a stranger today. Time fly's... Happy Holidays.



Monday, December 3, 2012

A Work In Progress

Haven't been here in a wee bit...working hard to do it all for my Kickstarter supporters...Fun and Easy, Fun and Easy.......I shall return with marvelous stories and insights I am sure of it !   Palms Together as my favorite Won Buddhist priest Won Gong would write....xoxox

Monday, November 19, 2012

My First Blog Interview W/JunipercGoods!!!

Thanks Chandra Leitzell for asking me to be featured on your blog Juniper Goods.  You ROCK...and your jewelry designs do to...pun intended!!  Here it is::

http://junipergoods.blogspot.com/2012/11/interview-with-andrea-saccone-snyder.html