Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Silver chandeliers, red patent leather, and green mason jars

Today I officially set my new universe in motion, instituting Deva Play Day, also known as Tuesday.  Its not just that I'm keeping work, cleaning, parental duties, etc. to a minimum, but this is the day where I experience something - some kind of adventure, great or small and really go through the day feeling like a Deva. And the feeling part is key, because sometimes you realize your adventures might seem rather Plain Jane to someone else, so its oober important to know that being a Deva is mostly about the being, rather than the doing.

I have to back up a little though and talk about something that struck me a few days ago, on Sunday, when I was at a jewelry party at my aunt's house. This is the type of party where there's very little sales pitch, just piles of jewelry and you try on anything and everything and then decide what you want to buy.  Most of the women there were my aunt's age - 55 + , but absolutely beautiful, funny, what I would consider to be accomplished women. Well dressed and accessorized to the hilt. The thing that struck me up the side of the head though, was that every single one of them had something awful to say about themselves.  Of course, they all did the typical comparing wrinkles and gray hair thing, but every woman there, at least twice in the couple of hours I was with them, made some comment about how stupid, fat or ugly she was, or how undeserving, or how bad, unlucky things always happen to her.  All I could think was "Goddess forgive us, we keep bashing you in the mirror no matter how beautiful you are!" So, I made a point of looking every woman there in the eyeball and complementing her in some way. But, mainly I took a lesson home, along with my silver chandelier earrings. If I don't want to hate my Self when I grow up, I have to notice when I tell my Self how stupid, fat, ugly, undeserving I am and stop it. And then start telling Me how drop-dead gorgeous, fantastic, hot, funny, wicked smart, and worthy of all beautiful things I am! And if I live like I believe that, pretty soon everyone else will too!

So, this morning, me and my silver chandelier earrings went out to explore my new surroundings. Like I said before, this might seem really ordinary, but I decided to start small, right here in the community I've lived in for 4 months but haven't taken the time to get to know.  I headed into the historic downtown area and parked outside a small antique mall.  My eyes were immediately drawn to a large display of old, discolored fruit jars in the window.  I had just opened a package that came in the mail, an order of Chinese Medicinal Teas, one of which is called "Radiant Woman." I have to make this tea a gallon at a time and I was wondering how the heck I was gonna store it all in my little fridge.  These beautiful green and bluish Mason jars seemed just the trick. So, in I walked, silver chandeliers swinging, high heeled boots clicking, feeling like a Deva.  Now, it may just be my imagination, but I think the man at the counter believed I was a Deva too cause he was super nice and flirty and asked me a bzillion questions about my self and how long I've lived here and where I was from and did I have kids, etc.  Every time I pour tea into one of my new old fruit jars I'm gonna remember that when you act like a Deva, people treat you like one!

I wandered around old town for a while. The art gallery/studio I wanted to visit was closed, but something about the sign on the door that said "We're sorry we're closed, we're all working artists and sometimes we can't be here" totally thrilled my heart.  Maybe someday I will have a door, and a sign, and somewhere else to be. I checked out the hours at the heritage center and the tea shop, picked up fliers about local wineries at the Chamber of Commerce, and bought oranges and bananas at the fruit stand on the corner. Then, having exhausted the delights of downtown Sherwood, I headed up the highway for the most stereotypical, absolutely normal destination possible. I was looking for the closest Ross Dress For Less.

Now, shopping probably seems more Diva, than Deva, but my intentions were pure. I am tired of drinking out of coffee mugs with insignias from banks my father use to work at, or vacation places my kids have been, or even worse, ones in the shape of Chewbaca or R2D2. And I sure as heck am not going to drink something called "Radiant Woman" out of them! So, when in need of something cool and cheap, I head to Ross. I found some gorgeous mugs with divine red and yellow poppies on them and my heart was happy. Then, I walked through the shoe section.  BIG MISTAKE. But Oh My Goddess is there anything more Deva than patent leather red sandals with a 3 inch wedge heel? I think not. I am wearing them as I type. I keep practicing getting up and down out of the chair, walking up the stairs without falling back down, etc.  I have a Deva cousin who wears ginormous heels everywhere and she taught me once that you absolutely cannot wear heels and keep your hips from swinging.  Now, swinging your hips when you walk is a perfectly natural, healthy thing to do but one that we seem to thing is inappropriate in all situations. So, tonight I'll practice swinging my hips and wearing my red patent leather three inch heels while I do the dishes - and then when I put on my comfy black Nikes and head to the gym, I'll keep right on practicing.

Have the Reddest Day Ever!

In Grace,

Kell

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