I went to the Star Wars Celebration today in Anaheim. I had a free pass. I got to hang out with one of my best friend's husband and oldest child, who is almost seven. I haven't seen them in a year and a half. I must admit: I drove an hour away to spend all day at a convention center, instead of the beach, to see them...NOT Stars Wars people.
I didn't go hoping to trade Star Tots or Patches. I didn't go to buy Star Wars artwork. I didn't go to get a Star Wars tattoo from the best inksters in the biz. I didn't go to be entertained by the intricate costumes and, what's it called...cosplay? I went because it was the only chance I'd get to see my friends.
But I was surprised at what I discovered. Even though the air wreaked of nerdiness, I realized that give different circumstances, I could see how satisfying it could be to fully engulf myself in this obsessed culture. I saw myself wanting to outdo other people's costumes. I wanted to perform on the Jedi Stage. I found myself getting into the frenzy of trading Star Tots (don't ask), so that my friends could collect their full set, which is worth some money. I have never understood trading cards, such as Baseball, Football, and Yugioh. But after experiencing the high one gets each Tot closer to a complete set, I can understand the addiction. It's a game and I like games. I'm competitive.
But then, I wondered...what happens once they get a complete set? Then what?
Luckily, someone will create another licensed Star Wars set of something. There will be another "set" to complete. Just like life. Those Star Wars people really are just like the rest of us.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Lessons from Broken Mirrors and Raging Candles
Some crazy $h!t went down on Saturday night: My large vanity mirror fell and broke into pieces and then my roommate's candle was on the verge of burning the place down, which brought on a fear that I would not be able to escape my bedroom if a fire WERE to break out.
"What is the meaning of this?!" I thought. Here is what came to me:
The mirror: I needed a new perspective on life. I needed to shift how I saw myself in the world. I needed a different reflection. And I needed to release all of the secrets that mirror kept. She saw ten years of my life, some of them very difficult. And that's not my life now. I look different in my new mirror. I like it.
The candle: I needed security. I needed to feel safe. I needed to know that "this too shall pass" and I will survive on the other side of all challenges that life brings me. I am in charge of the direction of my life and I not only have the power to light the candle, but the strength to put out the flame...when it's time.
It was a little sad picking up the pieces of my broken mirror. But I had friends there who helped me, as I do in life when pieces of ME need to be picked up. I was a little scared when I had to address and put out a raging candle that was two sparks from lighting up my roommate's bookshelf and clothes. I had to be brave as I was home alone. Some battles are fought alone, when you have to step up and show yourself how tough you really are.
And no, I don't believe in 7 years bad luck or whatever when you break a mirror. Doors keep opening for me and I am so grateful.
"What is the meaning of this?!" I thought. Here is what came to me:
The mirror: I needed a new perspective on life. I needed to shift how I saw myself in the world. I needed a different reflection. And I needed to release all of the secrets that mirror kept. She saw ten years of my life, some of them very difficult. And that's not my life now. I look different in my new mirror. I like it.
The candle: I needed security. I needed to feel safe. I needed to know that "this too shall pass" and I will survive on the other side of all challenges that life brings me. I am in charge of the direction of my life and I not only have the power to light the candle, but the strength to put out the flame...when it's time.
It was a little sad picking up the pieces of my broken mirror. But I had friends there who helped me, as I do in life when pieces of ME need to be picked up. I was a little scared when I had to address and put out a raging candle that was two sparks from lighting up my roommate's bookshelf and clothes. I had to be brave as I was home alone. Some battles are fought alone, when you have to step up and show yourself how tough you really are.
And no, I don't believe in 7 years bad luck or whatever when you break a mirror. Doors keep opening for me and I am so grateful.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Welcome to Streams of Light
Dear Dawn (yes, I'm welcoming myself),
Congratulations on writing again. You used to write all the time. It was what helped you process through bullying, break-ups, and other challenging times in your life. It was the tool that helped you reawaken your senses and your consciousness. It realigned you with Spirit and reminded you of who you truly are and who you came here to be. And you became too busy for it. Half empty journals sit on your bookshelf and in boxes, yearning for your long fingers to caress them again. It is time. Your journey continues with or without them, but you could be more conscious of what you are learning along the way. So, I welcome you back into writing. I welcome you into exploring beyond the surface and being vulnerable. I welcome you into allowing others to taste what you taste, see what you see, feel what you feel, hear what you hear, be who you are...if only just for a moment. What is it like to be another human? Just another person...who feels and sees and hears and tastes in her own unique way. You cannot know the knowledge that will be shared here, experienced here. For that knowledge is personal to each reader. Let the light guide your streams of thought. Be the Light!
Sincerely,
Dawn :)
Congratulations on writing again. You used to write all the time. It was what helped you process through bullying, break-ups, and other challenging times in your life. It was the tool that helped you reawaken your senses and your consciousness. It realigned you with Spirit and reminded you of who you truly are and who you came here to be. And you became too busy for it. Half empty journals sit on your bookshelf and in boxes, yearning for your long fingers to caress them again. It is time. Your journey continues with or without them, but you could be more conscious of what you are learning along the way. So, I welcome you back into writing. I welcome you into exploring beyond the surface and being vulnerable. I welcome you into allowing others to taste what you taste, see what you see, feel what you feel, hear what you hear, be who you are...if only just for a moment. What is it like to be another human? Just another person...who feels and sees and hears and tastes in her own unique way. You cannot know the knowledge that will be shared here, experienced here. For that knowledge is personal to each reader. Let the light guide your streams of thought. Be the Light!
Sincerely,
Dawn :)
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