Growth

Who doesn’t know growth is good. Even though some people say they are finished growing, foolish as they may be. Why are they foolish? Because deep down they know everything around them is in a state of growth and decline. What maybe news to you, is the enormous amount of time between where you are and your inevitable decline/demise. As long as you are growing you are on the path to your personal legend. See my blog history: https://pashasalon.blog/?s=Legends

What stops you from growing? I have an idea all of you have a number of reasons and I know I can dissipate each one of them for you. Like, other people’s opinions, busy schedules, pressures at work, focus on kids, abuse at home, chronic illness, low self-esteem, too little of this or that, too much of this or that. I invite you to comment below on your block(s) to growth.

All of them could fit under the lablel of opinion. Funny thing about opinions, they are often flimsy and 99.9% of the time they do not apply. I come from a family of lawyers. As I was growing up, everything that came out of a person’s mouth was an opinion. Only a recognized judge (imagined while we were kids) could judge which opinion applied. And they always say, ” . . . in most cases.”

Bold as it may be, let me suggest . . . YOU be the judge of you.

What happens to your feelings, your blocks to growth, when YOU ARE THE JUDGE., the boss of you, as the Italians say. “I’m the boss of me!”

If it feels good and brings lasting peace to you, its right and its leading to Your Personal Legend. For fun, put the title of JUDGE in front of your name. Like this, Judge Pasha, Judge Tommy, Judge Jack, Judge Kathy, Judge Judy!?

Take your life into your own hands.

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Ever Changing

A year ago I was a sorry sort. I felt sorry for not having found my mate in life. I felt unsuccessful for not yet having money coming in from my second career, five years in the planning. I still had not fully recovered healing my relationship with my only son. It felt like a holding pattern. Still, nothing is static since, in my mind, my inner and my outer worlds are ever changing.

In a year’s time, my son reached out and found the family he had all along, in the wings waiting for him. Along with him, three young children, grandchildren to me. This summer I am kid-sitting for them, three days in a row roughly 8-5 each day. Seeing them day-after-day has created such a bond. To explain I will share the text my son sent the other day. “You must be doing a good job with my children, they keep asking if you’re coming over every morning.” My belief that existence is ever changing sustained me and landed me here for this moment in time.


Since February of this year, I changed by getting engaged to be married. Its common knowledge this promise can backfire. It had for me years ago. This time, since he was afraid he would lose me, we got married. THEN moved-in together, THEN had another ceremony for our family and friends at our July wedding. It was barely what I imagined it would be, but that image was static. Quite naturally, it flowed and morphed into what it was. I’ve learned to “love what is” and in that grace, our wedding was a beautiful day for everyone involved.

By now you may wonder what happened to my Second Career? Its risen to another plain, like a bar being raised along with my awareness of all it will be from its inception and for many years to come. Now I have company! First, personal friends whose lives are culminating into refined likenesses of their most true and compassionate thoughts. Its very helpful to have a trusted friends checking-in on your progress, and likewise their progress.

I got a certification with a group that includes lifelong membership with people that are in leadership, public speaking and coaching. That’s a whole lot of company. They help with continuous progress towards my own goals, excuses set aside.

And then there is my library. For a lifetime I have collected the books that expanded my mind, awareness, imagination and creativity. This career is about how you can do the same for yourself. Stay tuned, my friends. There is much more to come. Its ever changing.

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White Wedding Dresses

When I was a little girl of 8 years, I started to mend holes in clothes. Fast forward to a Bachelors Degree in Ethnic Clothing, Textiles and their Retailing from Michigan State University, College of Human Ecology. The program was taught from the perspective of ecosystems. That is inner-connectedness of materials and their uses to humans.

After graduation, I lived and learned all I could in California. I mentored to a brilliant dressmaker, Lina Morgan and thanks to my art teacher, Ray Jacobs at the Laguna Beach Academy of Art also gained a total change of perspective, seeing life in terms of color and design, multi-optional. With these tools, I enjoy 38 years of working full-time as a creative professional dressmaker.

With your permission, may we discuss the issue of white wedding dresses representing purity of a woman’s sexuality. Aside from the sociological the political and the chauvinistic issues, mine is from a dressmakers perspective.

I love satin and laces and good workmanship especially in wedding dresses. Not too long ago young women started to trash their dresses after the wedding trying to “make right” the fact that they were not virgins at the time of their wedding. I heard and saw videos of young women applying paint, scissors and sometimes even laying down in a river to destroy the dress and its whiteness.

Not all of them, but, many traditions have great cultural value. I believe this one is worth keeping. I suggest we keep the notion of purity and we keep the white dress by assigning a purity of INTENTION to our commitment to stay married. To stay true to our partner and the vows we speak out loud. Have the whiteness of the dress represent the clear lily whiteness of our intention of staying together though thick and thin.

To me, this tradition needs an update, similar to an upgrade. Let me know if you agree or disagree. This upgrade seems more in line with our world today as we women get more free from male dominancy by taking your “should” . . . off of our bodies.

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Cold

It’s record cold temperatures outside.

I’m stuck inside alone with only my thoughts, my possessions to stir my memories and trip my imaginary wanderings.

Spotify reminds me of life and love, hope and goodness. Fills the warm air from my furnace and humidifier with soothing Jazz from female voices, guitars and saxophones. I wish to be stuck inside more often.

Quiet nights of loving you, autumn leaves, the island, cruisin with my baby,

If you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.

How true.

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Thanksgiving

Thank you for the sun and the moon and the stars

Thank you for the animals so kind and so grand

Thank you for the people who open their hearts

Thank you for my awareness

Thank you for the love

Thank you for your mirror of my mind

Thank you for your gratitude

Thank you for sharing, for giving

Thank you for freedom

You’re awesome!

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Life and Love

“Everything we do is art,” said  Seyyed Hossein Nasr to Parabola Magazine for their Spring 1988 issue. This issue was named The Creative Response, trying as it may, to describe the birth and life of creativity.

Does that seem a long time ago? I remember it well because a year later our son was born, a major creative event for any family.

“All are called to respond creatively to their lives. We are put under an obligation when we recognize, however dimly, that this is so. But we seldom understand how to meet this obligation, seldom see the demand in the moment it appears.” 

“. . . there is a difference between a reaction and a response.”

The reaction is easy and automatic, needing little effort. A response demands more; it demands a departure from the superficial and recognizable for the sake of what is central and may yet be unknown.

Entering the province of a “true-to-youself” response calls for true inner strength. In the face of people who can see through you, you’ll sense freedom from having to pretend to be strong.  Allowing yourself to feel humiliation, awkwardness, ignorance, embarrassment. By doing this, you go beyond being good,  . . . instead you grow. Zen sages call it the “beginner’s mind.”

This mind is in the life and legacy of everybody whose presence refreshes those around them.  Many are everyday people, in addition to those better known.

They remind us of our own need for discovery and offer a promise of what may be found through creativity.  Here’s a gem from John Denver.

Perhaps love is like a resting place

A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm

And in the times of trouble

When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer

It wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself

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And don’t know what to do

The memory of love will see you through

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change

Like a fire when it’s cold outside, thunder when it rains

If I should live forever and all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you

John Denver believed this song, “Perhaps Love,” to be the best song he ever wrote.

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Growing Up

I grew up with a Cosmic Mother. I began to think of her as a Cosmic Mother after I learned about Astrology and analyzed her chart according to the precepts of the Zodiac.

Mom had a connection to the Ultimate Power of the Universe, the same Universe that serves all of us. As children, she would continuously correct us when we innocently said, “I can’t do that.” She would repeatedly say, “You mean you won’t.”

Like any child we would reply, “No Mom, I can’t” To which she would say in the most calm, loving and sweet way, “You mean you won’t. You can do anything. All you need to do is research your idea. After you have learned all you can about it. Decide if you will do it or you won’t.” Then she would leave as if some ultimate truth about life had just been whispered like wind moves through trees.

 

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I began to believe this is the way of the world. No stress just my involvement or my non-involvement. Other people complained, got out-of-control. reached for a pacifier like dumping on their friends, radical behavior, drinking, drugs, isolation, anger, blame, or resentment. You can add to this list on your own.

I felt separate from others because I was happy. I didn’t need to explain myself, even though others would continuously share their problems with me and ask what they should do. All I could do is repeat back to them something they said that was a possible solution to their problem. I am the same as everyone else in that  I only know what I know from what I was taught as a child. Just like everyone else, good or bad. We believe what we have lived.

I am in the middle of reading Byron Katie’s book, Loving What Is.

The information in this book seems like common sense to me. Only because I have spent my life free-thinking my own ideas, researching them and deciding for myself if I want to do them or to pass them by.  My thinking seemed to be the pivotal point. By the time I complete the research process and decided to go ahead with my idea,  I was loving the idea, totally owning it.

Nothing has ever happened to me. Stuff, rough stuff has happened, just like it happens to everyone. I just decided what to do. As simple as that.

Thank you Katie for the validation.

And thank you Mom. I love you more than you can imagine.

It’s a wonderful world. Just like at any time in history and in any culture,

we live in great times.

 

 

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