Sugar & Spice

The lady, an extinct species. A forgotten breed, left to parish among the so called trivial things of the past. Seems that the progressive movement has lead us into a new dark age for today’s woman.

Forgotten are the days of beautiful love letters, poems, champagne, roses, and lyrics born from the elegance of a lady. Left in the wallows of the past is the old-fashion lady who batted her eyes and even blushed when a man approached her. We traded in romance for sex.

Today’s woman in the quest for independence and equality is a washed down version of a true lady. Elegance, taste, décor, and the simple things that set women aside from the mundane has been tossed aside and exchanged for nothing more than a loud, cheap version of what was.

No need to advertise, a quiet whisper can be just as effective. No need to scream it out, a soft smile can say as much. Sometimes silence is louder than words. Women are by far the most beautiful creature created in the universe. Why do we not value ourselves for the precious gems that we are?

Call me stuffy, old-fashioned, ridiculous, and any other adjective you’d like to throw in there, but this is one girl that still believes in sugar and spice and everything nice.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Through the Looking Glass

I stood before the mirror this morning, and I wondered what was on the other side. More specifically, who? Did I even know that person staring at me, and could I cross over into her world? Maybe it was a better world? Maybe she had answers to some of my questions? She must, she looked familiar. Did she know why nothing had turned out as “planned”. Surely, she would know. And, so, I stepped through the looking glass.

As I did so, everything was in reverse. It was as if I was looking at an “old fashion” negative of a picture. Everything was on the opposite side. Up was down. Left was right. Black was white. The colors did not correspond. The sky was not blue, but purple. The oceans were soft and calm; and the moon was within reach. I walked through her world, and I found comfort in the peace that she showed me. As we sat on a star, we shared thoughts.

She did not question the choices made, they were all good, they were all necessary. She did not torture herself with guilt about how she had loved. She did not expect much from those around her. She had no disappointment about how she raised her children because they were not “hers”, they belonged to the world. She was grateful for being a vessel to bring them forth. She understood happiness, it stems from within. She took time to point out the “things” around her, noting that they were not mere “things” but details within a beautiful painting. There was so much comfort in her being. Her smile was bright, and as I stared at her, I knew everything would be alright.

As I stepped in front of the mirror again ready to journey back; somehow, I did not recognize who I was at all. I wondered if I wanted to journey back into my “old” world. The world through the looking glass seemed so much more beautiful. Perfect.

I looked at the woman again, she was young, carefree, and childlike. I know I've seen her before. I hesitated, and asked a simple question, “Can I stay?” She smiled. “You've never left. You just need to shed the layers of falseness created by the world you live in and not the world you were born into.”

He loves me. He loves me, not.

Remember when we were kids and we were trying to figure out if some guy “liked” us. We'd pick a daisy from a garden and sit on our front stoop; “he loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.” Hoping that that last petal would have the answer our heart was waiting for. And, if it didn't we'd do it all over again.

A mountain of petals later, years of experience in the field of love, I am able to advice my friends and help them seek answers to their love situations without having to dismantle anymore flowers; but, I'm still plucking at petals in hopes of getting the answer to my own heart's desires.

I sit astonished and wondering how I missed the signs? Were there signs? Am I reading too much into something that is not there? How did I miss it? Or, did I?

Perhaps, I just can't believe that what I am able to point out to others as “obvious signs” that, “yes, girl! What's wrong with you? He's interested.” ; in my own circumstances, I cannot see. Am I totally blind? I don't think so.

Deep down, I am more of a child than I thought I was. Or perhaps, I haven't lost my little girl dream; still looking at the horizon waiting patiently for that Prince on a white horse, I just have a fairytale heart that regardless how beat up it is, it still believes.

Dissolution by life's hard knocks, I find myself sitting on my front stoop this Autumn morning holding a beautiful pink pansy with five amazing petals. No plucking required, I can do the math.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2010

Once Upon a Time

I'm wondering how real romance is and how much is a made up fantasy in our minds? Ever since we were little girls, we were told of the infamous Prince Charming who would ride in one day on his wonderful white horse and whisk us away to his Castle. We would live “happily ever after.” Well, where is he already?

I think women are so exhausted waiting for the dashing Prince that we are starting to hallucinate. I'm taken back by how many “mature” women are still not only waiting for Prince Charming but see him where he doesn't exist!

It seems we see things that don't exist. We pick up “signals” that aren't really “signals” at all, and we wind up making fools of ourselves. Our quest for Prince Charming has diluted what is reality, and as we sit and sip our Martinis we seem to see our infamous Prince on the horizon.

The plot thickens when we are given what seems to be the social platform of the 21st Century, Facebook. Here we can hide behind a shield that only reveals bits and pieces of who we are. At times, creating a character that we once read about and isn't real at all. We read too much into a status or a song posted on a friend's wall and think, “it must be for me! Yes!! He is talking to me!” We dream and dream and think this is where he is! It's a desperate attempt of living life behind the wall created by no one other than yourself.

Once upon a time, there was a fairy tale land. Reality tells us differently. We are all just human trying to get through this messy thing called life. So, put the fairy tale down, appreciate the man you've got, count your blessings for the romances that you've had, and move on.

Back to the Future

It's funny how life works. I am one who believes that looking back at your past gets you little. It really doesn't do much to wallow in the past for how can you move forward, if you are stuck in the past.

However, this weekend has thrown me a huge curve ball, and if I learned anything from sitting at dozens upon dozens of my boys baseball games, it's how to hit a curve. You sit back, wait, and swing.

I am sitting, as we speak, and looking back into my past to find my future. I fear that I may turn into a pillar of salt; or melt away into a puddle of regrets; or perhaps, I may just simply find the answers to my destiny burried in the past.

Either way, I must head out on an excavation of sort. I must dig deep and search far into the past to move forward in my life. I'm prepared for this journey of the heart.

I'm excited for what will I find on this quest Back to the Future?

How about you? What dreams have you burried deep in your heart that need to be rescued?

Love at First Sight

The question seemed simple enough, “let me ask you something.” My friend said. “Sure. Shoot.” I smiled. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Without hesitation, I replied, “Yes. Yes, I do.” I think I shocked both my girlfriends out of their seats.

“Really? But, how can it be love if you don't know the person? Isn't it lust?”

Of course, not. The soul knows. It knows instantly when it meets the person that it was meant to spend forever with. Too bad we think too much. We stop and think and listen to the thoughts that drown the heart.

I know this sounds strange coming from me because most of you think that I don't believe in love at all. What I don't believe in is bullshit. That, I can do without. Love is a whole different ball game.

Yes, there is such a thing as seeing someone for the first time and “falling” in love just by one look, a smile, a simple hello. It happens when you least expect it. It happens at a moment when the universe stands still, the planets align, and the earth and the stars collide. It happens without warning and when it does, you know it because your heart will tell you so. Your heart will skip a beat, your throat will go dry, and your face will become flushed. You'll try to say something witty, but you won't. You'll try to look just right, but it won't matter. All you will do is wish the moment will be frozen in time, and it will.

It will be that moment etched in your heart that will bring warmth on cold lonely nights. It will be that smile from so long ago that you will never forget. It will be that first awkward hello that will make you giggle in a crowded dinner table years later. It will be that first kiss that you shared that will warm your tired soul, and it will be your beautiful secret.

Yes, I believe in love at first sight, I also have a vivid imagination.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2010

Life Happens

I know, I have been away for awhile. Sometimes life happens, and we get caught up, tangled, and lost in ourselves. Not sure if it is a good thing or not, it just is. The challenge is finding our way back out into the "real" world.

So, here I am back into the swing of things and making a commitment to post at least twice a week. And, if I don't live up to it, it is up to you all to scold me and hold me up to my own expectations of self. Afterall, this isn't about me, not really, it's about reaching out and helping others.

Ahh.. who am I kidding, you know it's all about me.