Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Friday, January 4, 2013

Carry On

Oh, my lovelies. This life can be trying sometimes, can't it?

We are capable of wonderous things, but we slip along the way, don't we? We say the wrong thing. We step on toes. We get upset and say things we don't mean. Ah, the crazy ride it is that we call "life."

I know it's not always easy out there. I know that times can seem bleak and uncertain and downright, boots-knocking scary. It's okay, my lovelies. Breathe. Deep breaths. It will be okay.

In the middle of our darkest times, I know it can feel like the whole world is crashing down around you. I know it can feel like the stars have fallen out of alignment, the tides are all wonky and even the cement under your feet seems unstable. I have been there, dear ones.

I've been right where you're standing - in depression so bad that getting something to eat from the kitchen seems to take so much energy that you just don't have. I've been right there - not leaving the house for weeks. No matter how bad you feel, no matter how bleak it seems right now, I'm going to tell you something both amazing and true.

It gets better.

Listen. . . do you hear that? On the wind.

Do you hear that?

It's the universe and it's singing to you, singing through you, thumping in every beat of your perfect, gentle, tender heart. Do you know what it's saying? It's saying . . .



No matter how bleak or how sad things get, no matter how hard or trying or difficult the road, always remember that your story can continue past this ugly funk. Always remember that there can still, yet, be dreams and sunshine and laughter. It will come back around.

I promise.

And you can bank on that, babies!


And to close and send you to the weekend with joy, a song. "Carry On" by Fun.



Until next time, please remember that we are all visionaries. We just have to figure out where we excel.


Love to All,


-Bri


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Friday, November 30, 2012

Sleepy Toon

When hubby and I first started dating, we made each other mixed CDs. I know! Isn't it just so cute?

Anyway, one of the CDs that he made me contained this song. I'd never heard it before, but as soon as I did, I was hooked on it. For weeks, it played on repeat in my car. I just imagined myself dancing to this at some street fair, my skirts and hair flying in the wind.

It's such a wonderful song by a band that's not well-known. So, I thought I'd share it with you all. Something new to tickle your ears, my lovelies. Without further ado, I give you "Sleepy Toon" by Wolfstone.




Well, I hope you enjoyed and I hope everyone has a great weekend.

Please remember that we are all visionaries. We just have to figure out where we excel.



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Monday, October 29, 2012

Big Dreams in Detail

Hello, my lovelies. Today, I'd like to talk to you about dreams. We all have them and that's why most of you are visiting this site. You have big, creative dreams and you want to live them. That's why I'm here, to help you along on your journey.

In your sketchbook or journal, this week, I want you to write down your big dreams. I want you to list them, give a voice to them, play with them in your head and embrace them. If time, money, age, education and everything else in the world weren't a factor, what would you want to do?




When you write your list, do so in a way that makes you happy. Write it down in your favorite color pen or draw little pictures around your list. Add glitter or cut some pictures out of magazines and collage them around your words. Make this list something that you're going to want to look at again, from time to time, because that's what I want you to do.

Whenever you feel like you've lost your direction, whenever you feel depressed, whenever this world seems to be kicking you more than helping you, I want you to look at your list and daydream. For now, that's all I want you to do. I want you write down your dreams and let your mind run wild with your fantasies. 

I am a big fan of the singer Meat Loaf. I've seen him in concert and I even own tee shirts. I love this man and his music. The song "Good Girls Go to Heaven" was an anthem of mine in high school and a particular lyric strikes me at this time. 
 
"You don't have a lot, but it's all that you've got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of your dream

No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel
"

Not only do I want you to write down what your dreams are, I want you to daydream about and record the details of your dreams. 

Do you want to write a book? If so, what would the title be? What do you want the cover art to look like? Is there a particular font that you want the type to be in? If so, what is it?

I want you to get down to specifics. Do you want to be on Oprah for your accomplishments? What will you wear when you appear on the show? Personally, I'd love to be on Ellen, Ricki Lake or be on stage with RuPaul.



But those dreams are a little far off, for now. But, some of my dreams, I've already accomplished. I wanted to be a published author and I didn't want it to happen through some vanity press. I didn't feel, at the time, like my self-esteem could handle the rejection letters I'd have to get until I got a 'yes,' so I published my chapbooks of poetry, myself. 4 of them, to be exact. The titles were Fugitive Words from the Almond Cloud, Little Fugitives, To All the Boys and Womanic Life. In a later post I will share with you exactly how I published, printed and promoted these little guys and how you can publish your own book, too. You will be amazed at how easy it is!

One of my other dreams are that I want to be a regular fixture in a local parade like Jill Conner Browne and The Sweet Potato Queens. (If you haven't heard of this woman, yet, check her out. She's immensely funny and does some great charity work "for the chirrin"!) I'd love for my friends and I to ride on a float, dancing to music while wearing sequins just 'cause we can. And I'd like to invite all of the world to come and be in the parade with me. This dream goes hand-in-hand with my secret desire to be a female drag queen. *wink* 

I know. It's not a "cure breast cancer" kind of a dream, but it's one that I have and might be able to accomplish.



No matter how silly, record all your dreams. Every single one of them. And, when you begin to imagine them, maybe ideas will come to you about how you can make tiny steps to accomplishing them. Write these steps down, as well. It's important to record these steps so you're not forgetting them and losing all this important headway. 

Another silly dream of mine is to scream "I will triumph!" under the Arc de Triomphe a la Meg Ryan in the movie French Kiss.



So, my dears, what are your dreams? What are the silly, the noble, the wonderful dreams that are bouncing around in your head? What churnings and yearnings stir in your heart or tickle your fancy? What would you like to learn how to do?

I've created this blog as a means to reach out to you and help you, to create a community of creatives that can inspire and uplift each other. So talk back to me, beauties! I'd love to hear from you.



Please remember, you delicious souls, that we are all visionaries. We just have to figure out where we excel.



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Monday, October 8, 2012

Absinthe Drunk and God-Mad

Absinthe

Recently, the wonderful drink of absinthe  has become legal in the United States, where I reside. 

When I was in college, my friends and I would order bottles of this famed liquor from places like The Czech Republic. We thought we were so counter-culture and in-the-know, at the time. Our bottles arrived at our doors in nondescript, brown cardboard boxes marked "Text Books." The DEA probably had too much on its' plate, worrying about cocaine coming over our borders and meth being made in bathtubs. So, I suppose that it didn't have time to worry about a bunch of artistic, rebellious and self-proclaimed bohemian college students sneaking in a bottle of barely-known and culturally outdated alcohol