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It’s a beautiful, shiny new week. Even if it feels like the road is too long, anything is possible when the goals and destination are specific. Imagine Change. Don’t forget to soak in the scenery along the way. It is after all, more about the journey than the destination.

Inspired by the lovely shutter sisters today, I am merging left and right brain. It takes the analytical baby steps of left brain and the creative letting go of the right brain to achieve and manifest the vision.

I am learning to lean on both sides of my brain when necessary. There is beauty to behold in their union. In the image above, the left brain is represented by the long and winding road. The right, conveyed through the fantastical sunset, offering, vision, change and all that is possible, in a stunning array of colors.

I thought I would be ready with before and after storage solution pictures today. Not the case, as my left brain has wandered from the task list. Ummm, slightly detoured by creative ideas hailing from the right side of my cranium, I have yet to complete said installation. Don’t give up on me. I will finish the shelves. I promise.

In the meanwhile, I am embracing the clean slate of Monday with joy. Hoping to power through my to do list and get on track. Cleaning corners and behind appliances. Packing up clothes that no longer fit my ever growing children. Mailings, groceries, shelves, etc. are the order of the day. The biggest challenge, is finding a way to make it all fun!

Are your days dominated by more left or right brain activities? Shake it up a bit this week. Do it different, stretch to make the uggggghhs (bureaucratic, left brain dailies) more fun. Or maybe you, like me, need to focus in and utilize your left brain prowess to harness the tremendous creative capacity of the right brain?

Either way, have a fabulous Manifest Monday! Do share what you are working on!

One Love, walk good, wo-manifesting…

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It’s manifest Monday again. I am working on more floral eye candy for your viewing and more importantly, adorning pleasure. And rainbows…

Today, I am cleaning up my computer desktop which has grown chaotic with a multitude of file folders and images. It is a simple, mundane and above all time consuming task. But when I open up this trusty macbook and behold a clean slate on the screen it’s truly refreshing and inspiring.

Don’t you love how simple chores can make a pathway for great things to come?

I snapped this photo (water color rendered) Sunday evening. A glimpse of one side of the most full rainbow (as in visible from beginning to end) I have ever witnessed. And right in our own yard! I can’t help but wonder if Bob Marley was singing about Westmoreland in his famous song, Rainbow Country. Legend has it he used to make his way thorough these very parts with his bicycle. I wasn’t able to capture a wider view of the whole thing in a way that did this arch spectrum, phenomenon justice. So, Here’s a piece for you. A reminder that even that which waits at the end of the rainbow is attainable through baby steps. Wishing you rainbows.

What are you manifesting this Monday?

One Love, walk good, catching rainbows…

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Sometimes it’s the little things. A recent development on our Jamaican acreage is the bounty of this magical fruit/vegetable. We are cultivating it in abundance, nearly by accident. It is a hearty grower with huge thirst and passion for life. Lately, it’s not uncommon to see plump, round bursts of color shooting up from the compost pile. Joyful. Effortless.

Imagine. Programmed to thrive. Hardwired for life. Each sprout reaching for the sun to extend the best leaf, pumpkin, self. There is a whole heap to be learned from pumpkins. Perhaps, even better than their performance in soup or pie, is the fact that these squash can do what they do almost anywhere. Pumpkin can grow on a rock, literally and with very little maintenance. Pumpkins put themselves out there for all of the universe to see. Rugged. Vulnerable. Authentic. Happy just the same.

What are you happy about? What are you reaching for? What is effortless today?

One Love, walk good, embracing effortlessness…

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I am consistently delighted and surprised by the herbal medicine to be discovered in my own yard. If you belong to the baby boom generation your memories of this product may not be entirely pleasant. Apparently, “back in the day” it was used to induce regularity where there was none. My mother (a baby boomer and biologist) unearthed these seeds on a hike through our land last week.

Turns out, castor oil and particularly Jamaican, black castor oil, has been used for a variety of ailments and benefits for centuries. When picked, dried, opened, roasted, boiled, this seed produces a naturally wonderful oil good for a variety of internal and external uses. Since ancient Egyptian times this plant gained popularity for it’s smooth, cleansing effects on the skin and growth factor for hair. The leaves can be used as a bug repellent and the oil can chase away ringworm. Many a pregnant woman has swallowed this foul tasting stuff to induce labor. But did you know that it can also help the softening and dimnishing of wrinkles and stretch marks? Hmmmm talk about affordable alternatives to night cream.

Ultimately, a great cleanser for inside and out, Castor oil can also be used as a purgative. Given that it is Monday (again) I share this bit of herbal folklore and history in the hopes of inspiring a clean slate. Move out (purge) what isn’t working for you, invite in more of that which makes you smile. Inhale renewal, exhale the stale. Clean out the proverbial purse, kitchen drawer, glove compartment, “to do” file, etc.

Start anew. Embrace the possibility and inspiration of Manifest Monday.  You can be or do anything! Start something you love! Go on, rub yourself up in some good ol’ fashioned Castor oil. I promise you and your week will feel smoother and brighter!

Do one tiny thing to sanctify the arrival of a new week and watch the parade of possibility unfold before you…

One Love, walk good, Happy Monday!

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It’s easy to forget that sometimes life is simple…

May you seek to be what you are. In every little thing you do, reach for the stars.

Be amazed and humbled by the gift of breath.

live what you love. elevate the everyday. b one of a kind. organic. seek beauty.  less is more. essential. work at balance. balance at work. communicate. breathe in joy. handcraft. earth. love the one. love yourself. share. invent. share more. reinvent. family first. grow. structure. flow. live music. revere friends. embrace sensuality. dance. cherish. sunshine. vision love. simplify. smile. live more. document. construct archetypes. write. artifacts. ancient. contemporary. classic. write more. be kind. read books. collect. let go. inspire. primitive genius. b the alternative. more life. make stuff. practice abundance. build sanctuary. walk good. live up. make more stuff. sip tea. love fruit. eat your greens. see the world in a bead. dream. achieve. be. one.

if you do only one thing, do good.

One Love, walk good, do good…

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Where do I start? So much of our story begins with Bob Marley.

If it weren’t for Bob…

I probably wouldn’t have met my husband, have our two beautiful children, or live in Jamaica. I wouldn’t know the power of positive vibrations or word sound. I wouldn’t know how to make my son stop crying in seconds. From the time he was three weeks old he would hush instantly upon hearing the first three chords of no woman no cry. Seriously, three chords, ask anyone who knows him, he’d stop the balling immediately. It was like a miracle. I also wouldn’t know the joy of hearing my son sing no woman no cry to my squealing, week old, baby girl. I wouldn’t know the peace and quiet that Bob’s songs have brought to our home. It wasn’t my favorite of Bob’s songs. Well, not before the babes anyway. It’s taken on a whole new meaning.

When Iz was three (already a budding musician, with a repertoire consisting primarily of Bob’s music) He informed us that he wasn’t like Bob. “I am not Iike Bob, Mommy, I AM BOB!!!”. For years, strangers, friends and family alike have told Iz that he is the next Bob Marley (this of course before we graduated to the Michael Jackson phase).

Bob is an integral part of our lives and teachings. Equality, diplomacy, and above all, love. We are grateful beyond measure for his time on earth and all that he gave to people worldwide. Bob Marley  was a unifier of color, class, culture and creed on a global scale. His name is common on the breath of the people.

Everywhere.

Am I surprised that the rain’s started pouring as I write this? Or that the gray is now parted by bright sun. I feel the warmth on my back and in my heart.

Gratitude and a few tears of joy and sadness for this man of mythic magnitude. A hero. A legend. He was freedom and literacy for the people. I know I speak for millions when I say, I wouldn’t know mental and spiritual freedom in the same way I do now if it weren’t for Bob Marley. More Life Bob.

One Love, walk good, half the story has never been told…

 

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This is what winter looks like  here, in Jamaica. Well, in our yard anyway. The ackee trees are so heavy they are leaning with heavenly fruit. It’s not surprising to reach home and find a bag or  bash full of ackee waiting for us on the veranda. Yup. It happened just yesterday. Here are the lovely gifts we found on our front porch. Reaching for the sun and biding their time until we arrived. I know, I know, what you’re thinking, what a hard winter right? This is just how we do February.

A fabulously abundant tropical fruit, ackee is indeed one of my favorites. I can eat it night and day. I often do. If you haven’t tried it I would definitely add to your life list of things to do (taste) before departing. I know that it can be purchased canned in the states but honestly, I wouldn’t recommend it. It just doesn’t do this precious staple justice. I guess you’ll have to plan to come on down. Trust mi! We’ve got the winter blues remedies here on this little rock!

Oh yeah! And a crucial tip. You cannot eat ackee until it has ripened and opened naturally on the tree. It can be poisonous if the pods are split open before they naturally ripen. So we wait.

One Love, walk good, off to clean ackee for lunch…

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