The Joy Project

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12.12.12.

Ballons fly in air as newlywed couples celebrate their mass wedding in conjunction with the date 12.12.12 outside a Chinese temple in Kuala Lumpur on December 12, 2012. Some 200 couples gathered at the temple to attend a grand colourful wedding ceremony on December 12, 2012, which many in Asia marks an auspicious date on the calendar. (AFP Photo / Saeed Khan)

Balloons fly in air as newlywed couples celebrate their mass wedding in conjunction with the date 12.12.12 outside a Chinese temple in Kuala Lumpur on December 12, 2012. Some 200 couples gathered at the temple to attend a grand colourful wedding ceremony on December 12, 2012, which many in Asia marks an auspicious date on the calendar. (AFP Photo / Saeed Khan)

 

Today is the last day most anyone of us will see a sequential date in our lifetimes; December 12, 2012: 12.12.12

Some people believe the date brings luck or romance. Chapels in Las Vegas are sold out today (luck and romance!) Many parents scheduled Cesarian for today. There is a benefit concert for Hurricane Sandy victims. I’m going to try a new soup recipe for dinner.

But even if you aren’t starting a new marriage or a new venture, today carries special energy and many believe, it is the beginning of a new chapter of healing and transformation, on both a personal and global level.

Set your intentions today for the good things you want in your future. Start the thing you’ve always wanted to do. Send out your prayers to the world. Give gratitude for the gifts you have already been given. Leverage all this positivity for change and growth in your own life, and ask for joy and love for the planet.

Think of it as a big ol’ megaphone multiplying your thoughts and dreams. What message do you want out there? Is it one of love? Of health? Of financial success or personal freedom? A new motorcycle or strong calve muscles? Today is the day to ask for it, and start taking action towards it.

Some things to think about:

The established order of things is rarely the source of new beginnings. -Marianne Williamson

A year from now, you’ll wish you had started today. -Karen Lamb

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Happy 12.12.12. to you.

PS: if you feel so inclined, I would love to hear what goal or dream or intention you are asking for today. Leave a note in the comments section and I will be sure to think good thoughts for you.

 

The Big Top

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I find this photo to be very romantic.

But I also find circuses and poverty and Johnny Cash and lobsters (they mate for life!) to be romantic, so judge for yourself…

Same Love

Please watch this beautiful video…

 

A high school teacher was recently suspended without pay for showing her students this video “about being gay”.

I think the video is about Equality.

And Love.

And about being true yourself, but still standing up for those who are different from you.

And Love.

I think all young people should see this video. And I think all young people should get to feel proud of who they are, whoever they are.

“No Freedom till we’re equal. Damn right I support it.”

 

It All Started With 2 Tickets To Europe…

 

Sorry I disappeared this summer.

I was on the biggest Joy Project of them all.

This is where I went.

 

I Miss Your Face Like Hell (Rivers and Roads)

It used to be that everyone I loved lived in a five mile radius of my house.

These days you are own your own adventures in Kansas and London and the City of Angels.

This morning I am missing you.

A lot, a lot.

I sing the lyrics to this song out loud so you can hear me (can you hear me?). But when I get to the line “and my family lives in a different state” I get choked up.

Not because I’m sad, but because I love you.

PS: Who wants to be in my band?

 

 

Being Worthy

 

 

In the past I’ve been that person that yells “I LOVE YOU!” but I really meant “PLEASE LOVE ME!”.  I was that naked person without a shirt that Ms. Angelou warned you about.

I’m not so certain anymore that the people I dated in the past were the “bad guys” I made them out to be, but maybe just normal guys who dated a really insecure person (me).  I’m still pretty sure they were really lame; did I mention one of them broke into my house and ate all my toast after breaking up with me, (click here to read about that one) but I now realize I also played a part in our demise.

If I had honored myself enough to just walk away, my toast never would have been stolen. Literally and metaphorically.

Sometimes it’s still a struggle for me to consider myself “worthy” of love. So I push buttons, test the boundaries, I yell “I Love You!” just to hear it said back to me. In the beginning of my current relationship I would say things like “I’m not sure this is going to work” when I really meant “I’M SCARED! Hold me like a child and tell me it’s all going to be okay.”  I don’t do that as much anymore.

Mostly I know in my bones that, though flawed, I am a good person who deserves good love. And when I say “I Love You” it’s because I really do love me, and I love you, and most of all, I love us.

But I still like it when you hold me like a child.

 

Circus, Circus

A few months back I travelled to my favorite spot in Mexico with a few good girlfriends.  It was lovely.  They are the girlfriends that know me and love me still.  This far into our friendship, I didn’t think there was much that I could say or do that would surprise them.

One evening on our trip we were enjoying a lovely dinner outside, people watching, melting into the candle light, discussing life.  All of a sudden the sound of a booming man’s voice came out over unseen loud speakers, children started running towards the sound.  Soon a black truck appeared, swarmed by the kids, and their parents, the mexican man’s voice still booming and bouncing off the walls of the cafe.  Calling the children to come closer, hurry, hurry, hurry! And into our view, behind the truck came the source of all the joy and excitement; there was a cage with one sad tiger, and it’s shaggy, sleepy lion friend.

The Mexican Circus was in town.

And on this little island in Mexico, it was big news.  Even thought it was well past ten in the evening, more and more  people came streaming down the street, babies were pushed up against the cage to see the big animals, cameras flashed, the loud-speaker still cracking, the truck stopped in its tracks as the road became impassable.

And as my girlfriends sat a bit confused, a bit dismayed at the state of the animals, I swooned.  I said dreamily; “the Mexican Circus makes me miss my boyfriend.”

My gals pals swiveled their heads from the melee back to look at me.  I think maybe they thought I was making a joke.  When they saw the far away look on my face, they realized I was entirely serious, and right in the middle of a world-class twitterpation.  The Mexican Circus was my Paris, my Venetian gondola, my champagne and fireworks.

When I finally snapped out of it and saw that they were looking at me as if I just said “Sometimes I eat my own fingernails” or “Let’s watch some football”, I realized I had surprised my unsurprisable girlfriends and needed to clarify.

I said, “He and I like the circus.  It’s kinda our thing.”  Not like Ringling Brothers clowns and screaming children, but like old-timey-Water For Elephants-Depression-era carnival-Bearded Lady-Circuses.  We like the idea of them.  I think they are quirky and romantic and nostalgic and old-fashioned.  Just like we are.

“But Mexican circuses?” my gal pals asked.

“You see”, I explained, “right before I left for my girlfriend trip, the boyfriend found a documentary about Mexican Circuses, because he knew I liked Circuses and I love Mexico”.

“And he actually watched it with you?” they asked.

“Yes, of course, that’s how great he is.”  He watches documentaries about Mexican circuses with me.

And they said “wow”, which I think was part “you have a really nice boyfriend” and also “you are super weird”.

And it made me realize that I am quirky and so is my relationship but it is special just for us, and what works for me might not work for others and that I don’t have a boyfriend that has stock options or a briefcase but I do have a boyfriend that loves me enough to watch a sad lion tamer yell in spanish subtitles.

And that makes me think that the world is right, and just as it should be.

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Cheek to Cheek

 

This is what I am listening to this morning while I drink my coffee and it makes me happy.  Have a wonderful Tuesday!

 

My Other Valentine Mantra

 

If you don’t think this is the best song ever…I will fight you.

 

 

And I think this song is really romantic.  I used to dream about meeting someone at the Blood Bank.  Weird I know.  But then there was this song…

 

 

The Love That Emanates From Within You

I think this is my mantra for Valentine’s Day this year.

What’s yours?

Love YOU!

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