That Star can Twinkle…

There we were, sitting in the studio, feeling free.  Feeling open, heart and mind.  Twinkling, glowing, breathing peacefully…

  

 

What do you feel? asked Miss Butterfly Mysteriosa, as we sat for tiny tea in my studio…

 

(Oh, how rude of me, do take a seat yourself  ;)

 

What do I feel, I asked?  I feel glee, I feel full hearted.  I feel like jumping in a vat of paint.  Because, although I had left my old career 1.5+ years ago in practice, I never realized what a heavy weight I was carrying around having my office still sitting there, full of stuff, waiting for me to possibly return.

Funny, how the mind works.  The depths of mental freedom it hands right back to you when you let go…

Miss Butterfly Mysteriosa looked at me intensely, and agreed.  Imaginary friends can be so darn wonderful.  They always say exactly the right thing.  Curious creatures indeed…

      

We both turned to look at Frida, she was having tiny tea with us too, wouldn'tcha know 😉

  

 

What do you think about freedom of mind Maestra Frida, I ask?  She responded, in the perfect accent…

  

 

"Set your mind free, then live -live to paint- wring out every bit of life, down to the last drop, and drink it!"  Yes, just what I thought she might say (okay, I just invented that, but still, she might have said that, right? tee hee)

So, that night I went to bed feeling free as a bird in my mind.  Thinking about that whole mind over matter stuff.  About lifetimes, and paths and swirls and happiness.  About how sometimes people drown in their own inventions and drama, and that takes freedom away from the mind as well. 

I thought about how the other day, as I was vocally purging and whining (which I think it healthy every now and then) and going on and on about this and that, Mister Lovee started laughing, and I whipped around and said, "there's nothing funny about this, boy…"  And he said, oh yes there is.  I said, oh ya, and what's that? 

And he said,  "What's funny is that, this is just part of your own comedy show routine."

I loved that.  That he didn't take me seriously, so that I wouldn't take my own nonsense at that moment seriously either.  What a moment of looking at things and keeping them totally lighthearted.  Brilliant, I thought.

So, that night after tiny tea with the girls, I thought about all of these things.  I giggled as I drifted to sleep, and whispered out loud, it's all part of my own comedy show…

Between you and me, this explains why he hasn't moved to Tokyo or Europe yet, to get away from me.  He thinks I have some comedy act going 😉

Annnnnyhow.  The next morning, I awoke feeling like I wanted to do lots of fun things.  I saw my sis, we laughed and laughed.  The next day I took my friend who is very ill out to do her fave thing. 

Eat Lobstah…

Yes I had one too, and I even tucked a puffy napkin into my blouse for effect.

      

I had made us a reservation at the Chantilly Tea Room for later.  She was so delighted!

 

We got to pick our own tea cups…

  

 

Now to choose tea and treats…  

       

  

I opted for Irish tea.  I am used to it and it always hits the spot…

      

Yummmmmmmm.  We nibbled on dessert ever so lightly because we were too full, and I didn't feel like getting a sugar overdose headache.

 

But it was sure fun ordering 😉

I shopped in the gift shop and we had a blast.  As we left, I skipped along in delightment…

      

My friend wanted to buy Mister Lovee a dessert, but it was a puddle by the time we dropped it off at the office.  I think he still enjoyed some of it.

Needless to say, I dropped my friend off and my party day continued.  I met my parents (who were in town for the afternoon) for shopping and other fun.  After an excursion to Micheal's we realized I had an almost flat tire.  I drove to the closest gas station, and my Dad put air in it, and just as fast as he was putting it in, it was pouring out of this bizarre bubble that had formed on my not so old Michelin tires.

It was 5:30 p.m. and there was a tire company down the street closing at 6:15 p.m.  My Dad gets all his tires there, so we rushed over, and lo and behold, per Daddy dear, I left with not one, but a whole new set of tires.  Thanks DAD!!

Mombie, Dad and me went over to Borders as the tires were being slapped on my car and had coffee and chatted.  Mammie and I went crazy over magazines too…

 

Isn't it so funny, when life works out just perfectly?  Timing and all.  I could have been stranded, alone, with a blow out tire.  Apparently that is where that weird lump with a hole in the tire was headed…

Just as I drove off with my new tires, and said good-bye to my parents, my curly haired date called and asked "Dinner and a movie?"

All of a sudden it was pouring buckets of rain, but I said, let's do it…

The rain was lovely coming over the mountain behind the restaurant.  As I parked, Mister was standing outside of my car, and he had taken his sport jacket off, which he held over my head as rain poured down on us and we ran into the restaurant.  It was movie quality I tell ya. 

      

We had the most lovely time.  I had a sublime spinach salad.  Then we went off in the rainy sunset to a movie…

 

We went to a late show in the end, and had a ball at a brand new theater down the road from the country house. We saw Public Enemies, it was good.  My fave hotel to go to, for the restaurant, in Tucson (Hotel Congress and the Cup) has a ton of Dillinger history in the halls, here's why. 

So, that's where I have been.  A crazy unexpected week of huge changes ended beautifully, with a majorly action packed Friday.

Letting go of anything weighing you down, even if it is way back in your mind, is more freeing than I remembered. 

It's also good to get out and have a little fun every now and then.  I can't wait to go through my little purchased treasures…

      

Now, before I bore you any sillier – I am going to go paint, but first, I must find out what Mister is doing, he is being awfully quiet…

See you sooooon ;) 

🖤 , V

ps:  I promise I will share my deviled egg making details sooooon.  And that is not a pie crust promise.

pss:  I had this song in my head, which is why I named this post the way I did. Make sure to wish on twinkling stars…

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