Noury's Creative World…

 

Once upon a time, there was this little young-at-heart lady that thought that she knew what she wanted her life to be.  Then one day, the big bad wolf of her thinking mechanism shocked her when a brand new thought crossed her mind.  It was the ultimate “game changer.”

She really didn’t know up to that point that life is more than a place where you live, the people who surround you, or the circumstances that are always brewing all around you.  And yes, there is 100% brewing all the time, even if we notice or not.

And you know what was that thought that made her wake up to a new reality?  Nothing that we could label extraordinary.  This is what flashed through her mind:  “you are in control of what you want to do, as you have been given this incredible blessing of having all the pieces in place in your life to do as you please.”  “So now, what’s going to be?”

That was a hard presentation, as Ron would have phrased, and an intimidating one, because we humanoids do not want to take responsibility for our lives, most of the time.  We just enjoy complaining, making excuses, waiting for all the Ts’ to be crossed and all the Is’ dotted.  Well 2011 Cinderella, it’s show time.  There is no magical carriage, just a 2003 Toyota Highlander, and a pretty yellow house in North Carolina that is your castle as of this moment, so show up for your life.

 I need to learn from the butterfly…it is not the quantity…but the quality of days that matters. 

I need to stop postponing my life, because life is happening right now.  My purpose in life is not a grandeur scheme designed by the Gods of above, it is right now, typing this posting. 

I learned from one of the many books I have read, that our purpose in life is…to do what we are doing at the moment.  Nothing more, nothing less.  No big fanfare, no fireworks, or winning the lottery or having lots of money, or saving the world from itself, it is just that…do the next thing on your agenda.

This I am writing for myself, so maybe I can read this post many, many times and eventually get it.  It takes 21 days for a habit to be created.  I may need 2100 days.  I am a slow learner.

But I have something to start from…some meat to chew on and some vegetables to swallow.

So it was today, 27th April, 2011…a day for reflexion and acceptance.  My thoughts and prayers go to the people that have been affected by the recent deadly tornado outbreak across the south.  Up to now 174 people dead. 

Your Happy Contessa, today I am a pensive Contessa

“Feet, what for do I need you, when I have wings that I can fly with.”  Frida Kahlo, Mexican painter.  This she said after becoming paralyzed.  She was an extraordinary and controversial woman.  That’s why we remember her, and Diego Rivera, of course.

 

I know it sounds awful, but the reality of life is that sometimes we stop having things in common with some of the people that we know, and when we reach that season, we just stop knowing those people.  Then it is time to send them to the Recycle Bin.  Same thing applies to stuff.  For stuff there is the Salvation Army or the Goodwill.  For people, just because you cannot literally shove them off physically, without their knowing, you just send them to the RB.  When the prompt alerts you if you are sure of what you want to do, please do not hesitate.  Click yes, and send them off.

Why I am writing about this.  Because life sometimes gets too crowded with stuff and people.  Take for example Christmas cards, phone calls, and other situations.  Why to force ourselves to do something out of inertia.  We outgrow, stop caring or simply want to downsize or simplify our lives.  You don’t have to go to Florida to simplify or downsize before you die, you can do it right where you are.  It is not being cruel, it is…just that…no more common interests.  And the best part of it, it is ok.

Yesterday someone who was best friend with one of my sisters called me.  After a minute or so into the conversation, you know, the usual “how are you” etc.,  and so after the initial protocol of establishing communication, there was a silence…nothing to talk about.  We are not so alike.  No common interests.  She’s still with the old mentality of not cutting the umbilical cord with her family and children, and I am 360 degrees opposite.  Have to cut that cord, for everyone’s sake.  Mothers do have a life separate of our children’s own, but some of us are afraid to develop one that we can call our own.  We are afraid of seeming to be selfish.  What’s wrong with being selfish.  The first personal pronoun is ME, it is not you, them or they.  It is simply ME.  We don’t like to honor that.  Most of us think it is them first, and then the leftover crumbs are for moi.  No, no and no!

Don’t you love the little noise the Recycle Bin makes?  I love it when you click on Yes, I am sure I want to delete the stuff.  Liberating!

Sights of my walk today with Miss Raylene.  These two are on the way back home.  Nature showing its best.

So it was today, 26th April, 2011…another enlighted and liberating day…and cultivating a closer relationship with the Recycle Bin.

Your Happy Contessa

It is a good thing to shed layers of accumulated stuff when the right time arrives to do so.

While reading the Science Section of my newspaper, (by now you know that’s every Monday), there was an article titled :  “The future is (almost) now for avatars” by John Tierney.

I started reading it because things like this that sound science-fiction-like get my attention.  That and any conspiracy issue.  First I had to admit, I wasn’t too clear about what an avatar was.  Then I remembered that one day during my fooling around time with the computer, I saw a woman asking how she could get an image to represent her whenever she made a comment anywhere in cyberspace.  That caught my attention.  So someone led her to search on a site for “avatars.”

There I went and before I knew I had a figure that represents me every time I open my mouth to say something anywhere on cyberspace.

But this article is about attending meetings and having your avatar represent you and look through the eyes of your avatar to see others’ reaction through their avatars also.  They also take notes for you.  So in other words, you could be sleeping, while your avatar keeps you on the loop.  Am I clear or is it a bit confusing.  It is like those games people play and a little figure represents them.  In this case, you choose your avatar.  It could be a picture or you make your own image.  It is to please your altered ego.  You know I have a sort of out of control ego, that takes over very often in my life and makes me look like Narcissus sometimes.  I am not afraid to admit it.  It is what it is.  I co-exist very nicely with my ego.  At this stage in my life, what gives.

So…I was thinking…do you think my avatar could do postings for me?  Maybe it can answer very smartly to your comments.  That will be the day!!!  But then my neurons, the few ones I have left, will keep on disappearing, and that is not such a good thing.  I have to keep on thinking about what else I can do with my avatar, because after all, it is either I join progress and science, or I am bound to perish.  No yet, my dear friends.

What’s next with science?  When are they going to come up with clones that will be our altered ego the way we think we want to look and be.  I am ready for that one.  Then I can stuff my big mouth with cake and ice cream, chips, wine and the whole enchilada every single day.  I can’t wait for that one, really.  Then when I want to go out, I just put my clone outfit, and, voila, perfection in every sense of the word.  Ah, and they shouldn’t forget to inject this super clone with all the artificial intelligence it can handle without exploding.  Wow, a sight to behold.  I am starting my list of attributes I want on that clone.  Oh, and one more thing, keep it cheap!

Now that we  have it clear about avatars and clones, I am leaving you with two photos of Lolita the friendly bumble bee.  These two I captured early last week in Miss Raylene’s garden’s white azaleas.  I just love my camera!  It was cheap too.

So it was today, 25th April, 2011…another day full of avatars, clones and bees…just the way my avatar envisioned it.

How would you know if it is my avatar or me blogging?  You’ll know, her English will be perfect, and you already know mine.

Your Happy Contessa

Here’s looking at the incredible or not…our future…

 

Last Wednesday I purchased three writer’s magazines.  I am always in the search to find different ways to improve my writing.

Looking through one of the magazines, I was reading one of the articles,  “in humor” as this author describes it, she mentions that she is forbidding herself the use of some of the following words:  wonderful, marvelous, stunning,  spectacular, divine,  breathtaking view and to put the cherry on the top of the list, she added the words incredible or unforgettable.  This deserves a big, big

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If I were to apply this rule, I would have to be breathtakingly silent.  Can you imagine me with my limited knowledge of the English language??  I would be mouth shut with a big piece of duct tape.  That would be a sight to behold.  Unforgettable 🙂

This business about writing, I mean, being a writer to be taken seriously, I don’t know…I have my doubts.  I just like to express what I am thinking and use the words that are already recorded in the neuron collection of my ever shrinking brain.

If you have the ability to write a word, I think you are considered a writer.  I you are able to speak one word, oh, oh, are you considered a speaker?  Humm…this is becoming a double edge sword.  The water is getting murky.

I am going to continue to read these magazines to get some inspiration about becoming a better expressionist of my thoughts, and to get some ideas, such as this posting, because the blessed muses are MIA.  Maybe they didn’t appreciate my management style.  My apologies to you, my darling muses, please, please think about coming back and joining me back in North Carolina.  It is getting a bit too hot for comfort.  I cannot believe I just said that.

This was a sight to behold last Good Friday.  My reward for being a good girl.  I was doing some chores in my kitchen and suddenly I saw something moving in the bushes and when I looked, there they were.  Bambi and his daddy.  Only could take a picture of Mr. Big Bambi, because the bambino had his head down, always munching on the bushes.  Happy family.  Mami Bambi must have been doing dishes or something because she was nowhere to be seen.  One the very pleasant surprises life always delivers to me without any warnings.  Lovely!

Now, going back to the boycott of some of those words, do you think I am allowed to use some of those words and still consider myself a writer?

This is getting a bit more complicated than when I started…In my first posting I typed my whole posting on the title space because I so didn’t  know what the heck I was doing to start with, but kept on typing and then pressed “publish.”  And that gave birth to this, what I consider to be a very happy and very nice looking blog.

So it was today, 24th April, 2011…another day of learning to be a writer…

Your Happy Contessa

“It is easier when you know how.”  Someone in old Egypt, according to Ron.

Easter…the perfect time of the year to let go of anything and everything that originates  from the feeling of fear, in any form or shape, and embrace a new life where love is the center where everything that has a meaning of new, hopeful and inspiring comes from.  Let love be the ruling force in your universe.

From one happy and hopeful person to another…

Have a very Happy Easter!

I shall return on Monday, 25th April, 2011…until then… just be happy!

Your Happy Contessa

I am in search for this perfect book.  Went to the bookstore today, but couldn’t find it. 

I want a book that will tell me exactly what to do for the rest of my life, and the book has to know me well enough to deal with me kindly, but at the same time forcefully.  I want specific instructions about places I am supposed to be going, the perfect time to do it, and things to do on a daily basis to keep me fulfilled.

Do you know about a book like that?  I am still searching…but in the meantime, I think I may have to write that book myself, because I could waiting for the rest of my 24 lives.  Who told you cats were the longest living species?  I have 24 lives, not nine.  How did I decide on that number of lives.  I don’t know, I just made that number up.  Two dozens, so that’s enough to purge myself of any past mistakes or bad vibes I had or will ever have.

Going back to the “dichoso” (blessed in spanish) book, its index should give me an indication as to the steps to follow, what action to take, where to be, etc. etc.  I need to find that book.  I am like a schooner with no direction.  This is awful!  Sorry, I feel silly right now.  Oh, and it should tell me how to recognize and interpret the clouds, to help me in my collecting of clouds.

Another thing, this should be a 24/7/365 minute by minute instructions as to what I should be doing with a guarantee that will bring me happiness for the rest of my life.  On a 366 day-year, I take one day break from the book.  This book is starting to appear as an instruction book to become a robot or a cookbook for nightmares.  Doesn’t it.  Ummm…I should give this book a little bit more thought.  Too much structure may not be that good after all.

But then on the other hand this book will know me so well that will customize everything around me.  Maybe I have that book already in my mind.  But I need a clearer path.  It is a bit shady right now. 

In the meantime, while I keep on searching for that book, I am going to continue to collect clouds, taking pictures and blabbing with all of you.  That makes me happy.

A stunning beautiful Morning Glory from our walk last Monday.

So it was today…20th April, 2011…another day for another search…

Your Happy Contessa

“What is a friend?  A single soul dwelling in two bodies.”  Aristotle, Greek philosopher, student of Plato and teacher of Alexander the Great.

 

When I was growing up…as in the 50s, and some of you were not even a thought, Easter week was not so like these days.  Now some of us have to look at the calendar to remember,  and for some of us it is just business as usual.

It is very comprehensible.  We have changed as a society in general. 

I remember during Holy Week (Semana Santa), you could not talk loud, no music on the radio, no television (we didn’t have any until mid 60s), and my mother could not beat us up.  That was a good part of the holiday.  Could not eat any meat.  Lots of fish, mainly bacalao (cod-fish) prepared every way imaginable.  Loved the bacalaitos fritos (fried cod-fish patties drained in oil), very yummy!  Also, we went to the beach a lot, but had to be very quiet and behave better than usual.  On Holy Friday, you could not speak one word until around Noon, no cleaning of anything, so the maids had the day off, and we used to spend the day in contemplation of each other’s faces.  It was a nothing-to-do kind of day.  Until the afternoon procession…

Now we are talking about scary stuff.  It was a long and big procession throughout the downtown area.  Men dressed in black outfits with black hoods and carrying a glass coffin with a statue inside, then the Virgin Mary dressed in purple with tears in her eyes.  These were humongous statutes and all very scary and sad-looking.  I remember I used to hide when the procession would pass by my house.  I would have nightmares remembering these images.  These two images I borrowed from sites on the internet that illustrate how Semana Santa is celebrated in Latin America to this day. 

 Then on Easter Sunday, there was no colored eggs, no bunnies, no searching for gifts or money, only going to mass and having a feeling of being glad because Jesus had conquered death.

I remembered my first Easter Week away from the Dominican Republic.  I was shocked at the way it was observed.  I used to be an extremely judgemental individual.  Very unhappy.  Later I learned that when you judge others, you are defining yourself and your weaknesses.  In a way, when you criticize others, you are considering that you are better than them.  Oh, not so good a thing to do.

Live and let others carry on with their own interpretation of life.  It is between them and God, anyways.  This is a philosophy that is very easy and light to live with.  I am making some adjustments every second of my life.

This was not the way I perceived this posting was going to go, but there it is.  Keep on learning and reflecting until that last breath.

After such a profound and heavy moment, and traumatizing memories, I am going to leave you to enjoy a very special place for me.  Oak Island, North Carolina.  A visit to someone very special and dear to me, and at the same time, another cloud collecting beautiful moment.

So it was today, 19th April, 2011…a day to remember…

Your Happy Contessa

Let the glory of the Creator be reflected in the way we carry ourselves and in our love for each other.

You reach a point sometimes that there is a general feeling of numbness in your life.  This is dictated by the circumstances around you, or by what you are thinking.

How can I look at the pictures and listen to the news and see people’s disbelief in their eyes, like not yet grasping that this is happening to them, and not feel numb.  Sort of like they are in limbo.  That feeling is transmitted to you even if you don’t realize it.

That’s when that word “Resilience” comes back into play again.  We must go on.  We are bigger and emotionally stronger than the circumstances.  That’s when we become resilient.  It is a process that takes time and each individual has her or his own time and way to do it.  We must respect that and support them in any way we can. 

It is not in my psych today to say much…the circumstances are speaking for themselves.  We are just witnesses to the moment.

I’ll leave you with something beautiful to focus on when the moment is just right.

Even in the midst of darkness, there’s always a gleam of hope and light in the distance.

So it was today, 18th April, 2011…we must keep on going on.

Your Happy Contessa

 

Around 2:00 pm Saturday afternoon, or maybe earlier, we started having tornado warnings.  I got my bunker ready and then realized that those pillows were not going to be enough to support the weight of the debris that maybe falling down on me.  But that’s all I had, and there was hardly any space for me.  So I decided to continue watching the tv.  As it was getting closer, the wind started to get stronger,  I went out and brought inside my wreath, my plant, but left the flag out, because I thought, if the flag goes so will I.  Reasoning, the flag was grounded deep in the clay.

Kept on watching the different channels, and the closer it got to my area, the more I could see on the map that maybe there was a possibility that we were in a sliver of a zone that may escape the brunt of the storm.  So it was.

The rest of Central and Eastern North Carolina didn’t do that well.  The pictures and films left such an impression on me.  I have never been in such conditions of devastation.  I only imagined what must be going through those people minds.  Everything is gone in seconds.  And you are grateful you are still among the living.  I believe there are 22 fatalities as of this writing and 60 tornadoes known to have touched down.  

I hope this group of people affected by this disaster can find comfort, peace and strength to face what is ahead of them. 

 This was part of my street shortly after we had some rain and heavy winds.  The storm continued on its path creating so much devastation as it moved to Eastern North Carolina.

I never try to comprehend why these things happen.  What for?  These things are totally incomprehensible.  I just accept things as they happen and try to see the bigger picture.  It is easy for me to say that because I was not affected,  neither friends or family.  I don’t know how I would react to any given situation, such as the one these people are facing today.

 This was Sunday’s morning sight of my space on the sky.  Nature is such a puzzle.  It can be totally destructive one moment, and then totally breath-taking the next. 

This I am sure of, I cannot understand it, I cannot control it, just need to accept whatever side of the coin is handed to me and as the saying goes, “Carry On.”  My best wishes again for all the people affected and my way of support will be through the Red Cross.  That’s all I can do to be a participant in the way of support.

So it was 16th April, 2011, an extremely difficult day for much of North Carolina…

Your Happy Contessa

Now that the big fat check has been sent to Uncle Sam and all his nephews and nieces in Congress, I am thinking about going on a trip to Paradise.  Caribbean or Pacific?

I have in the past contemplated the possibilities of taking a white-water-rafting trip or going in a schooner for around 10 days to live it up in the wild waters of the ocean or a river.

I have read stories about this kind of adventure, but mostly the people doing this are much younger than I am.  But, what do I got to lose?  If my life ends in that kind of way, wow!  what a way to go.  I need to train myself not to have any routines in the mornings.  You know how important that is for me.  Need to become more accepting of conditions of living in smaller quarters with maybe ONE toilet!  Come to think of it, how do they dispose of the…  That will be an interesting question to ask.  Eating fresh fish and roughing it out.  No hair blower, no makeup, lots of shorts and no shoes, it is sounding more and more appealing by the moment.  Just looking all sun tanned, with my sunglasses, and nothing to worry about.  Would there be cleaning duties?

I just finished looking rapidly on the internet for information on these kinds of trips, and there is not too much to choose from.  I am talking about the schooner adventure.  One that sounded very good, ceased business on 2007.  I guess my candidate islands will be mostly the British Virgin Islands or the surrounding area.  If any of you have already done this, please give me a lead.  I am all excited now.  Hurricane season is approaching, so probably it will be early next year.  But I have to remember, it is the journey, not the destination that matters. 

I remember when I was planning my trip to Paris, I had months and months of fun time to prepare and imagining wardrobe, shoes, etc.  On this one, clothing will be very simple and skimpy (even for the 62+ young crowd).  We are experienced, not out of circulation yet.   Do you think there will be champagne, eating at the beach, sleeping at some virgin beach under the moon light, better take my bug repellent, you never know.  I remember a trip to Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands, and it was heaven.  Just like heaven.  The sand, the transparent waters and seeing all the other islands on the horizon as if you could touch them with your hands.

I borrowed this photo from “Wikipedia.”  Thank you!  Virgin Gorda, BVI. 

This all sounds so so exciting!  This is a good way to start my weekend…and I hope you get yours going in the same line of excitment…maybe better.

I really appreciate all and each one of you.  You give me the incentive to challenge myself to be imaginative and creative.

So it was today…15th April, 2011…Day to pay dues to continue paving our highways.  So I shall see you next Monday!

Your Happy Contessa

Remember, as I have said before,  three things are for sure…paying taxes, having problems and dying.  Just to make you feel better about today.