I might be Demon Julie offering you up creepy readings that make you scared of the dark, but I’m also a happy little demon bringing rainbows and sunshine to your doorstep.
I can’t help it. I love scary things. I love a chill crawling up my back as I crave the next word, sentence, page in a terrifying story, and I love to trickle that chill down your spine too. But I also love warm, happy energy. And I love creating bursts of positivity and sending them your way on a purple wavelength of zen love.
This morning the sun shone. After a week of wet, grey clouds, and persistent rain, my heart soared at the sight of the blazing yellow ball. I indulged in some time outside, sipping coffee and listening to birds chirping happy songs.
I relished in the sounds of nature as I watched the shade peel away like a blanket, revealing the glowing energy that warms the earth and sprouts spring seeds. I took in all the happy energy that flowed my way, wrapped it up in a bow, and sent it your way.
No matter what happens today, you can carve out a moment in time to sit, and to feel happy. Unwrap that box I sent your way and let the soothing purple vibes flow over you. Let the gift of singing birds and warm sunshine cloak you in happiness.
Have a lovely day.
Every live music experience is special in it’s own way. I love live music. I love the entire experience. From beer soaked joints packed tight to massive stadiums filled with screaming crowds, every experience is unique. And the band does not have to be perfect. in fact, it’s better if they’re not.
I did see GnR when they re-united after many, many years. They all should have been dead a couple of decades earlier. I knew I wasn’t paying to see the GnR of 1987. I knew I was going to see the recently re-united and older GnR. It did turn out to be one of my favourite concerts. Why? Many reasons.
I got to wear what I wanted…
I mean, it’s not like I don’t wear what I want, well, most of the time, but, all of a sudden my pleather and tassels were acceptable. I fit right in. I was tickled pink that I could dawn my stretchy pleather pants and strut around in my buckled boots. Yeah bitch!
It was an outdoor setting on a beautiful day, which we don’t get too much of here in freakin’ Canada. Basking in the sun, beer in hand, band on stage – you can’t ask for more. The drive up had been stressful on a packed highway with a bunch of other jackasses gunning it to the concert. The evening unfolded, starting with tacos and beers, and sliding into an early arrival to the outdoor venue. We had plenty of time to enjoy the amazing opening band and to chat it up with the friends who had joined us. I was relaxed.
Of course, GnR was – well – GnR. My long time beloved front man had been dwindling for a while. But I knew this. I was prepared. He held his own – well enough – for me to be delighted by the somewhat reminiscent screeches of the wild orange maned Axel of my youth. Even if it only came in small glimpses between rest breaks, during which I’m sure he was guzzling water and gulping down oxygen from a tank behind the stage. Still. I got to see Axel one last time.
Continue reading “GnR Live – Rough and Raw”
Hello readers, little demons, and friends. How are you doing? No, really. How ARE you doing? I would love to know. Your comments are welcome.
This is a simple – hi, how are you? – post.
We are all bombarded by scary, negative information right now.
We are all unsure of what will happen next.
The world around us is trying to figure out what to do.
I know you want to go back to ‘normal’. To go out for a glass of wine with a friend in the afternoon. To take part in summer activities. To leisurely browse your favourite bookstore. We all have things we miss. Things we are craving! I would LOVE to go out for a dose of live music, dancing and socializing with friends. Oh yes, I have moments where I just want to claw my way out of these walls around me.
But, I need to have a little patience. We all need to have a little patience. With each other, and with ourselves.
When our uneasiness becomes intolerable, when our anxiety swells, we must regroup. I know it’s hard. But, if the let our bad feelings and thoughts get away from us, we infect ourselves and our family members. The energy can even seep through the world wide web into our online virtual meetings and classes
I say we CHOOSE to be positive. Even when it gets tough. We can create our own sunshine filled patio with a dose of happy hour.
Continue reading “A Dose of Happy”
I know, I know, my little demons. This is a crazy time.
The news is overwhelming. It’s a constant stream, a bombardment of bad things, and a builder of stress. As you peruse the headlines, a ball of bad energy builds up inside of you. It’s too much.
Your entire life, routine, familiar flow has been totally disrupted. The roles you play have changed. Your day looks entirely different than it did before.
Your work, your projects, your passions have been turned upside down.
The future is unknown.
But…the future is always unknown. There will always be things that happen in life that disrupt our plan. Our normal way. Our flow. All of this has a significant impact on our ENERGY.
We can CHOOSE how our energy is effected. Yes, we can.
Continue reading “Keeping Your Energy Positive”
It’s a crazy time. We’re all trying to digest and interpret what’s going on. We’re all trying to stay safe. We’re all going to be home, with our loved ones, a lot more than usual.We need to stay balanced and healthy during this time, and there a multiple dimensions to health – physical, mental and spiritual. How about we all keep our heads on straight, lower our anxiety, and keep our energy balanced and positive?
Being cooped up in such close quarters can mess with your mind, and your mood.I mean, look at what happened to Jack Torrence. He thought being a quiet and quaint setting would be good for his family. After all, he was only trying to get some writing done. We all saw how that turned out for Jack…Let’s all work together here…let’s prevent Redrum from happening in our houses.
Continue reading “Redrum Prevention: Avoiding Your Own Redrum In Quarantine”