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Do You Believe in Destiny?

 

I’ve been trying to find this exact quote but it goes something like this…

Our thoughts lead to words, words lead to actions, actions lead to habits, habits lead to character and character to destiny.

I think it’s true. Our lives are testament to the daily minute-by-minute choices we make. Turns out that we are not only what we eat, though I think there’s more to that particular cliche than we’d like to believe.

But, we are also the sum of how we perceive the world & what we believe to be the Truth about Things. We are truly what we think, what we say and what we do.

We are in a constant state of becoming. The trick is to choose what we want that to look like.

I say this knowing that none of us have equal circumstances. Some people really get dealt a crappy hand, whether due to genetics or the country they were born in to or the kind of family that completely takes the fun out of dysfunctional.

I loved the movie Hugo and how he believed that the world was like a big machine. And because there were no spare parts in a machine, he had to think that his life too, must have meaning and importance.

Truly, the poor kid’s life sucked; orphaned and abandoned and living in clock tower in a Paris train station while subsisting on stole croissants. It is not a particulary upbeat saga. But Hugo overlaid his own framework and meaning on to his story, and voila! he had purpose and a reason for going on.

I believe we ascribe meaning to our lives one ticking minute at a time. This is a completely individual act. I cannot decide what meaning your life should have, nor can you push your view of what you think is important and meaningful on to mine.

I find this to be both a wonderful and terrifying thought. But then, how would I know it was an important concept to me unless I found it a titch overwhelming?

PS – I Love You

 
PS aka Palm Springs is making me smile…a lot.

Yesterday was one of those days that I want to hold like a smooth stone, turning it over and over and just feeling the lovely weight of it in my hand.

It started with breakfast at Norma’s at The Parker. Mango and papaya slivered into thin slices and stuffed into cinnamon crepes. Gorgeous big carafes of French-pressed coffee with cream. All served up in a tropical garden outdoor setting.  What’s not to love?

 

Except. It got better.

We drove out to Indian Canyons on the Agua Caliente Cahuilla Indian Reservation and met our Ranger guide Raven Longbow (who happened to actually be an Apache & raises a couple dozen scorpions for their medicinal venom & is a flautist who is featured on CDs & got in an argument with Deepak Chopra(!!??) & counsels and conducts healing ceremonies for natives in prison & is generally one of the most entertaining, funny and knowledgeable walk-about guides I’ve come across- Whew!)
Indian Canyons

Raven walked us along a dusty trail in the middle of this canyon oasis, explaining how the ancestors Cahuilla (Kaw-we-ah) lived and thrived in the area. As he’s a practicing man of indigenous medicine, he also explained how various roots and shrubs and leaves are utilized for healing. We ended our tour by having Raven play his flute as we left to have a picnic lunch in a cathedral of towering palms. Seriously.

And then, my day, that already felt quite perfect…got a whole lot better, spending the afternoon drifting between steam baths, saunas, and ‘taking the waters’ in a private little mosaic-lined hot tub for one at the Spa Resort Casino. The grand finale of our stay ended by being led to a dimly lit room where single beds were lined up in two rows like a little orphanage…except we were covered in soft sheets with cool compresses placed on each eye.

You don’t often get to use the word bliss in an authentic way, unless you happen to be zoning out in a dimly-lit room in an utter state of that aforementioned word.

Bliss, people. I’m talking bliss.

There were more lovely moments stuffed into yesterday…but the inspiration came after dinner when we slid into our seats at the Palm Springs Follies. Showgirls from 55 to 78-years old, kicked and strutted and sang in costumes studded with crystals and feather foliage of epic proportions.

I loved it.

You knew it was inevitable right? I had to come up with this trip’s Travel Announcement; I’m getting myself some of those dance shoes.

If a 78-year old mother of seven can dance around a stage doing nine shows a week while wearing a zillion-pound glittering costume than surely they must be comfortable enough that I could wear them out to dinner?

The night ended, as some of the best nights do, chatting with a new friend while enjoying a martini at the Trio bar before I tucked into my lovely new digs at the Movie Colony Hotel.

I’m sure that grin was pasted on my face while I slept.

Let’s Tell The Stories

 

Let's Tell The Stories

I’m sure there are blogger-people out there who plan and pre-write and know what they’re going to write about before they get to their computer.

Me? Not so much.

I generally start by looking through my photos or noodling around the net looking for something…of course, I don’t actually know what I’m looking for, but like a lot of things in life…I’ll know it when I see it. more »

My Opus in Vancouver

“Real truth…with nothing missing…is God’s truth…but what people mean by truth is only half the real truth.”

Olwen Peel, a character in the Vancouver Playhouse performance of a Dangerous Corner says this line. This play was first performed in London in 1932. Kevin and I saw it last night… just a few years later.

Like the movie Sliding Door, it twists and plays with time and the danger of telling the Truth. It left me with a bit of an Einsteinian time-pretzel-twist in my brain and wondering if lying, or more decorously said, illusion, might not be so bad after all.

I guess it brings us back to the three questions we should ask before telling the Truth to someone. Is it really true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? I think in our rush to tell people what’s good for them (aren’t we just SO smart?) we often forget that the most essential question is that of kindness.

And call me crazy, but kindnesses include those extended to yourself; which is why I’m typing while seated in a perfect ergonomic chair, with the sound of gulls and a slight breeze coming through my window…you might think I was in my seaside office in Sechelt.

But you’d be thinking incorrectly. The clue was the chair ….my office chair doesn’t come close to feeling this good.

I’m in Vancouver’s Opus Hotel. This is the ultimate in show-yourself-kindness and sink-into-it-luxeness. First of all, hats off to the brilliant people who stock the room with real cream for the coffee. OMG. That is such a basic detail that some of the finest hotels miss.

And then let’s talk about the supply of L’Occitane en Provence products, because I love them and their evocation of all things fine and French. There is a fresh flower on the desk, a handful of groovy CDs in the room, and a random book – instead of the Bible – at the bedside The book is now on my must-get list; it’s called Fighting Words by James Charlton.

And then there’s this Yaletown location. It was a very short stroll from the Playhouse last night to our poufy duvet-filled world and a less-than-five minute amble down Davie Street to Provence for our marina side breakfast. And that’s the Truth.

Happy Mother’s Day to me and Happy Mother’s Day to all you fine & wonderful women out there…Thank you for raising the future good people of the world.