Friday, March 18, 2011

Pilcrows and Philtra

Marty and I have decided to spend two days dastardly scheming about our future plans. We’ve gone from buying beachfront property in Merida, Mexico to buying an old, beat-up building in East Vancouver and turning it into a fabulous loft from which all manner of creations can emerge, to designing a women’s workshop to be offered in a villa in Provence.  Then it’s on to focusing on which of our scathingly brilliant ideas we should flesh out first.  Whew.  What a job.  What about our Buns & Marty business cards?  We’ve got pieces of paper strewn all over the kitchen table, numerous windows open on side-by-side laptops – next we’ll be tape recording our conversation so we don’t miss anything!  Oh and The Robert joins us via the Bluetooth/iPhone umbilical cord to be a part of it all as our technical director.  (I simply don’t know what I would do without that man!).

We are having fun.  And in the midst of it all, a plethora of learnings makes its way to the top of the heap.  We squirrel back and forth between the items on our “to do” list and find that there are all kinds of acorns (and hence, given time, trees). 

Part of what has prompted this weekend is a decision on my part to take a radical departure from what I have been doing for a living for the past eight years.  Yes.  It is time.  I must create anew.  But this does not come without challenges.  My fervent wish is to stay on track and not get seduced into a job that “feels” good and will serve to pay my mortgage and keep my banker happy.  No.  I want to be consciously engaged in something that allows me the opportunity to continue to evolve spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically on a day-to-day basis – not just when I’m at my Wednesday-night meditation classes.  So I’m working to reveal my next step.  Or should I say leap, with unfettered abandon and joy… into the abyss of the unknown.

For the record, there has been no wine involved.  We are cleansing, drinking lots of water, exercising, and it feels good.

BTW… one of my passions is reading – as in energy/aura reading.  While I love to do it in person, it is possible to do it over the phone. I am offering a 45-minute reading to the person with the most creative use of the words “pilcrow” and “philtra” in one sentence.  

Authentically yours,

Buns

P.S.  I need help.... what am I going to do for Marty's dinner party that takes me to my edge?  Anyone?

5 comments:

  1. ‎"She stopped typing, her fingers poised above the keyboard. She slowly lifted her left hand and placed her index finger on her philtra, pondering the exact position of the pilcrow." (My friend Pam sent me this... Pam is not only an excellent writer but she designs beautiful jewellery! http://www.streetcatdesigns.net/)

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  2. Sending love, encouragement, & positive energy to you as you plow forth into your next phase of "existence"! I'm with you all the way, whatever you decide is good for you!!!! M xoxo

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  3. And from my friend Ian (via FB)... "They kissed, philtra dancing together as two pilcrows, their stories blending in the heat."

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  4. And yet another (this time from The Robert) ... "The last page of the story I was reading gripped me with so much empathy and emotion, the tears started flowing, dripping from my philtra right onto that final pilcrow with almost a supernatural accuracy."

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  5. Plagued by an angelic hangnail, the philtra of dozens of infants were shaped like a pilcrow when Raphael shushed them to remind them not to disclose the secrets of heaven during their earthly pilgrimage.

    Keith

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