Into The Kaleidoscope World

The colors are brighter. The sun brings more joy, more laughter, more promise. The nights aren’t sad, or lonely, sleeping in shady color, dreaming in moonbeam light. Singing songs from a different time, from a different age, from a different life.

She has changed the way I look at you, and the person next to you, and ground beneath you, and the sky above you. She bent the way I hear you, and the way the breeze feels, and the way the flowers smell, and the way his kisses taste… She twisted and twirled me. She rearranged my mind. She cooed to the little black rock in my heart, she made it live again, made it believe again. She made me a child again, made my voice laugh again, made my faith breathe again. Melted and molded, styled and shaped. I made her, so she could make me.

Her tiny hands pulled me into the Kaleidoscope World. I left my shell, my cape, my callus nature when I entered into the Kaleidoscope World. And the butterflies gathered in celebration as I landed here with painted wings... over the rainbow and second star to right… inside of the Kaleidoscope World.

I sing bird song in the Kaleidoscope World. I listen to dancing trees in the Kaleidoscope World. I embrace the long grass in the Kaleidoscope World. I play with the chasing waves in the Kaleidoscope World. I race the swirling wind in the Kaleidoscope World. I kiss the pretty flowers in the Kaleidoscope World. I pray in diamond sunshine in the Kaleidoscope World. I believe in fairies and fairy dust in the Kaleidoscope World. I know wild adventures live just around the corner in the Kaleidoscope World. I tell stories to a beguilingly beautiful baby in the Kaleidoscope World. And I love with an abundance that cannot be matched. Not by the stars or moon. Not by the land and seas. Not by heaven above or hell below. I love you with my soul, the infinite part of me, inside the Kaleidoscope World.

And it’s here I will sleep in stillness, dream in color, and die a smiling death… here forever inside the sublime sweetness and the silent serenity of the Kaleidoscope World.

~ Alexandria Englander-Tuttle

A Reading Recommendation

Have you ever had that moment when you stop, look around, and say to yourself… “What the hell happened here?” Have you had that moment of clarity, that Aaa-haa idea that jumps up smacks you in the face? (Much like the following)



I didn’t even realize that I was having one of these hyper aware moments till I finish this book, Eat Pray Love. This book was an ode to all the regrets, the lost ambitions, and the boxes I keep fighting like hell to fit in. (Even when the depression of living in a box has added fifteen pounds to my ass so I can’t quite fit inside said box anymore.)
I’m young. I’m just starting. But in a lot of ways I’m much older, wiser, and honestly… sadder than I have any right to be at this point in life. This book spoke to me on that karmic level. Too that old soul that was giving good advice to adults when this body was just twelve small years old. By the time I was done reading, I wanted to start making lists of all the things I’m going to do and change. All the ways I’m going to experience life this time around, (before I wake up seventy and regretful) like bungee-jumping, learning Irish, or tattooing I “Heart” Mom on my right butt cheek. *Wink Wink*

This book was a spiritual journey not only for the writer, but for the reader. And I cannot recommend it more highly to those of you that find yourselves lost, stuck, and lonesome.

My Prayer for You: I hope you find joy in eating. I hope you find peace in praying. I hope you find unending faith in love.

By the way, the movie was pretty damn good too. :)

Blessings to Count...

You might have received this email before (I know I have) but it always makes me feel extremely blessed! I hope you feel the same. Happy Monday! :D






If you could fit the entire population of the world into a village consisting of 100 people, maintaining the proportions of all the people living on Earth, that village would consist of:

57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 Americans (North, Central and South)
8 Africans

There would be:
52 women and 48 men
30 Caucasians and 70 non-Caucasians
30 Christians and 70 non-Christians
89 heterosexuals and 11 homosexuals

6 people would possess 59% of the wealth (They would all come from the USA)
80 would live in poverty
70 would be illiterate
50 would suffer from hunger and malnutrition
1 would be dying
1 would be being born
1 would own a computer
1 (YES, only one) would have a university degree

If we looked at the world in this way, the need for acceptance and understanding would be obvious. But, consider again the following:

If you woke up this morning in good health, you have more luck than one million people, who won’t live through the week.

If you have never experienced the horror of war, the solitude of prison, the pain of torture, were not close to death from starvation, then you are better off than 500 million people.

If you can go to your place of worship without fear that someone will assault or kill you, then you are luckier than 3 billion (that’s right) people.

If you have a full fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are wealthier than 75% of the world’s population.

If you currently have money in the bank, in your wallet and a few coins in your purse, you are one of 8 of the privileged few amongst the 100 people in the world.

If your parents are still alive and still married, you’re a rare individual.

And if you can read this you don’t comprise one of those 2 billion people who can’t.

SO…
Work like you don’t need the money.
Love like nobody has ever hurt you.
Dance like nobody is watching.
Sing like nobody is listening.
Live as if this was paradise on Earth.