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Sucking from her nipple,
the milk of repressed emotions
Distended belly bloated with anger
Umbilical cord severed
Choking on words
Not even my own
Voice of a different generation
Breathing fire cauldron
Sticky tar boils over
Attached to the pain
Nourished only
By the memory of a dream
Bitten by love’s venom
Life as the only antidote
(v) prove or show to be true or genuine; validate.
Just a few moments ago, my sheltie, who I like to call ‘Katie-dog,’ was sitting in the nook of my bent legs.  As I scratched her neck and behind her ears, she looked up at me with these adorable forever-puppy eyes.  I was about to move her so that I could get up, but then I realized that this moment we were sharing  would never be again.  So I remained still, feeling the softness of her fur, absorbing the weight and form of her body on my legs and honing in on the love and gratitude I felt for her in that very moment. 
We don’t realize it, but these moments happen over and over again in our lives.  We just don’t take the time to experience them – the support of a chair beneath us, the balance of an upright posture, the love of an arm’s embrace.  And it feels so incredibly good to be still in that moment despite whatever we are feeling – security, sadness, discomfort, warmth.  What I find most fascinating is that by standing still in that moment, without grasping, without controlling, without straining – whatever feels most uncomfortable starts to feel tolerable and whatever feels most secure starts to become more elusive.  An objective detachment takes over, as though we are on the outside experiencing from within.  A paradox that only we can know. 
We use so many high-tech codes to authenticate our identities, yet, if we really want to access our most sacred, our most private place deep within ourselves, all we truly need is this moment to serve as our authentication.  Our experiences encode our truth, and it is only in the knowing of our experiences that we can start to decode our authenticity. 
With Love,

feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.


a mental or emotional state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy (thanks again, Wikipedia!)

The buzz these days seems to be all about ‘Happy.’  Get Happy.  Be Happy.  The Happiness Project.  Positive Psychology.  Happiness Strategies.  But what does being happy mean?  What does being happy help us gain?  Why is it so hard to be gosh-darn friggin’ happy? 🙂
Based on the definitions I have provided above, happiness is a state of emotion or feeling.  In my 1-year-old nephew’s ‘Expressions’ book, happy is as simple as a smile, while sadness is as straightforward as a frown.  If happiness is supposed to elicit some semblance of pleasure, causing my frown to turn upside down, then wanting happiness is the equivalent of wanting pleasure.
Now that I know what being happy means, I can start to explore what happy helps us gain.  Considering we live in a world inundated with creature comforts – Starbucks Mocha Frappuccinos, Philip Lim for Target, Haute Cuisine Food Trucks, pleasure can be found around every corner, just minutes, even seconds, away.  Gone are the days when going out to eat or having designer-inspired goods was a treat.  Instead, today, we not only integrate pleasure into our every moment but also expect pleasure to be part of our every moment.  Our brain’s pleasure centers have a new threshold boiling point for being pleased, meaning that it takes a lot more pleasure to make us feel happy.  No wonder it’s so hard to be gosh-darn friggin’ happy.  The only thing I feel like I gain from being happy is a fleeting feeling of joy, and perhaps, if my source of pleasure is being derived from an altruistic act of kindness or generosity, others will also feel the fleeting effects of joy, too.  So what happens after the joy wears off?  Rinse. Wash. Repeat.
Who am I kidding?  Happiness is yummy.  In fact, yummy is part of theDesignLife’s premise and purpose.  Yet, I believe yummy holds the power to transcend (but also include) being happy into feeling fulfilled.  The trail of joy spotted with its dangling carrots only serves as a source of extrinsic motivation, keeping me satisfied for as long as those carrots carry a positive value for me.  What I have found throughout my journey is that I definitely like, need and want happy, however, I also like, need and want purpose.  Happy entices me.  Purpose feeds me.  My brain tells me when to be happy.  My heart tells me when I am fulfilled.  Happy causes short-term gratification. Purpose creates long-term satisfaction.
So why not strive for both?   Purpose, to me, is a means to provide both happiness and fulfillment. 
My motto is: GET PURPOSE.
With Love,