Life Tracks – Colbie Caillat – Try

So often, we get caught up in what other people think and what really matters is what we think of ourselves. We are so hard on ourselves in our unattainable quest for perfection. Listen to the words to this song and be gentle with yourself.

You don’t have to try so hard
You don’t have to give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don’t have to change a single thing

Take your make up off
Let your hair down
Take a breath
Look into the mirror, at yourself
Don’t you like you?
Cause I like you

I believe this song has an important message for EVERYONE and it so resonated with me that I was  inspired to create an art journal page. This is me with my make up off and my hair down. And in answer to the question… Do you like you? Yes. Yes, I do.
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A Colourful Woman

 

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Recently, someone very dear to me passed and I am struggling with the surreality of it… and the grief, mine as well as that of my dear friend. You see, she was the mother of my friend who I have known since grade three… but she was more than that. She was my “other” mother.

I wanted to do something at the memorial to show how much that she meant to me. I felt that I should get up to say a few words to tell everyone the positive influence that she had had on my life, to tell everyone how much I appreciated her and to say thank you to her for being my creative mentor. I struggled with this for a couple of weeks and the words just wouldn’t come. What did come were little snippets of memories and swirling phrases. This poem is the result of those memories and phrases in my attempt to capture the essence of this Colourful Woman.

 

A Colourful Woman

Vivid colors of a woman
Golden threads of a life
Woven in love
Mother, daughter, sister, wife

Misty memories in mauve
Soft petals of pink
Sweet smelling Lilacs
by the kitchen sink

A star-studded sky
A lady in white
Bobbing for apples
on an inky black night

Bright pink Hibiscus
on a flowing blue dress
So many memories
Truly, I’m blessed

You’re in My Heart
Forever Young
Yellow silk pants
and the way that they hung

Piles of bright fabric
on tables and chairs
Dried flower arrangements
and mohair bears

Laughter and tears
and Needles and Pins
A safe place for all
to be creative in

A splash of red
for creativity
A passion ignited
You sparked it in me

By example you taught
“be unique and be bold”
And purple is the color
to wear when you’re old

So many inspired
So many who loved her
This colorful woman
was my “other mother”

Life is hard sometimes… really hard but in order to get through the grief and process the pain, we have to feel it all the way through.

There is a crack in everything… that’s how the light gets in. ~ Leonard Cohen

Life Tracks – Natalie Merchant – Giving Up Everything

…people have this kind of primal desire and need for music to nourish them emotionally… The song is my attempt to tell myself to release the grip that I have on expectations and on notions of how things should be, and be more accepting of the way that things are.

Natalie Merchant, Spirituality and Health Magazine, July/August 2014

Natalie has done it again – her deep, contemplative lyrics combined with the unique and sultry alto that is unmistakeably hers, will have me playing this one in those soul searching moments. There is always a line or two in a song that especially resonates for me and in this one, they are “I mercy-killed my craving” and “My cursed search for meaning”.

Giving up everything
My hungry ghost of hopefulness
Giving up everything
Not haunted by wanting this

Giving up everything
The fortune I was saving
Giving up everything
I mercy-killed my craving

Giving up everything
I’ve opened up my eyes for this
Giving up everything
See the cold magnificent emptiness

Give what I want for how it is
The stone inside and the bitterness
For sweetness at the core of it

Giving up everything
The master plan, the scheming
Giving up everything
My cursed search for meaning

Giving up everything
The compass and the map I was reading
The hinterlands I’m leaving
I’m finally leaving behind

Giving up everything
The big to-do, the hullabaloo
Talk of hope for some twisted truth
For the everlasting ache of it

No longer sleep, not chained to it
No gate, no guard, no keeper
No guru, master, teacher
See the slow, see the faces
Dissolve to black, no traces