Memories...

I had a fabulous experience the other day, I didn't even know that it would turn out that way but for a few hours I traveled straight to my past and my memories came rushing in. I had this ticket that my Husband gave me at Christmas time for a day at the movies at the old and beautifully refurbished Cinerama, the only one left in Seattle, WA. I had been wanting to go but it meant taking public transportation on a weekend day when I'm home, cozy trying to wind down from the workweek that is always intense for me because of my type of work. It also entailed walking to the bus stops with the weather we have here that so often rains, so I kept on postponing the movies that appealed to me like the newest Star Wars for example.

So last week I checked what was playing as I did every week for months, only to find that they were showing the only movie that I've wanted to see in years LaLaLand. That was definitely one that I had to see and what better than the Cinerama that brought me so many memories of my past growing up in Mexico City, I remember being IN LOVE with movies since I was a little girl, my father instilled that love in me because he too felt that way. My mom couldn't care less if she went to see a movie or not but my dad did and so did I and so do my kids because I took them to every appropriate movie they could see throughout the years.

I remember Cinerama being the first chain of its type in Mexico City where I was born and grew up. I believe they opened for the first time in 1962 when I was only 10 years old and could really appreciate what it took to create all that magic that transports you to a different emotions with every frame, action, site, script, music, at that time I wanted somehow to be involved in the movies so my way of involving myself without being in them, was to live them as if I was in them, as if I was one of the characters of the story.

There were two Cineramas that I used to frequent, one was around the statue of "La Diana Casadora" and the other one was the "Hollywood Cinerama" that was across from the CDI, the place where we did everything outside of school, a sports center my family and all the other Jewish families who lived in Mexico City went to for sports, daycare, classes, theater, shows, weddings, events, concerts, exhibitions, celebrities, trips and I could go on and on when I remember how convenient it all was for us then. How much easier it was to connect with the people that you knew your whole life, you saw them at school, at camp and lets not forget the CDI.

On top of it all you had to do if you wanted to go to the movies with your family or with your friends was cross the street to the "Hollywood Cinerama" and voila, you had the best just across the street.

For years I have believed that the past circumstances were easier, lighter, better, but this past Sunday I remembered the things that made it not better than how I view my life Here and Now, when I'm already entering the Winter of my life, when I should be slowing down and discarding my dreams, those that I didn't accomplish yet, when my life should be settling in and not having to concern myself with the future or what it may bright with it.

There is no doubt in my mind that the past was fantastic with everything it brought into my life, but I couldn't see it then nor take full advantage of it because of all the huge challenges that it brought with it,  seems to me that I lived my past just jumping hurdles and not necessarily enjoying it or learning from them, more of what you would consider the life of a victim as opposed to the way I live and view my life now, a fabulous adventure filled with all the contrast necessary to promote your emotional and spiritual growth.

So last Sunday I took the Bus to Westlake Station, the ride alone was like a ride at Disneyland, it travels through neighborhood streets, long two way streets, the freeway and then you go underground where it stops at several underground beautifully kept stations and the part that took my breath away with a combination of surprise, a little fear and amazement was when it went through this concrete pipe-like tunnel where only the bus fits and going through many curves at what seemed like high speed to me. You couldn't see where the tunnels ended so for a while I was conscious that we were many feet underground inside a tube.

Once I got to Westlake Station I took a little while to walk around it. What a beautiful old fashioned station, I've traveled to many places and not all stations are as elegant, inviting, clean, well patrolled and as precise as this one.

I saw how deep we were when I finally went up the escalators that take you back to the street level. It was a cold and rainy day so I was happy that I dressed for the part. On my way to the theater I stopped at my husband's place of work. He came outside through the back alley with his black apron and headband. We both looked like two teenagers who were sneaking to see each other for a moment to steal a kiss.

The theater was just at the end of the block so we said goodbye and I went my way. Inside the theater didn't let you forget where you were, it had the same blue colored tiles all over including the bathrooms, the same red and white and blue signs and even had memorabilia on display.

The movie was all and more of what I had expected, all the emotion of those wonderful Musicals I grew up with, the ones my dad introduced me to when I was a little girl, that created the magical feelings and dreams that carried me through life, bringing me here to this moment when I can cherish and appreciate everything that was that brought me what is.

The most wonderful reminders that I have found of how much one can do, be, have, feel in this lifetime are our Memories... I will remember this day forever!

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Everything is Always Working Out for Me!...

A few weeks back I stumbled into this video I'm sharing with you here, I loved it immediately the first time I heard it, like a little child I played it over and over again for hours, even if it was just in the background as a sound I let it penetrate all the way through to my subconscious mind, she seems to be the one in charge so I give her what she seems to need or want and see what happens after that. Then once the honeymoon was over I started to listen to it just when I needed a boost in my energy or my belief, sometimes we may stumble into a challenge, feel down and this seems to do it for me, its an easy fix and most of all enjoyable to listen.

Now I'm at the point that I know exactly what to listen to and when, to always reach for the best possible emotion and stay there for as long as possible, with the understanding that it is I who determines if it is possible or not.

The more I listen the more I realize and accept that 'Everything is Always Working Out for Me', that maybe the consequences or the emotions felt weren't what I was thinking they would be, but even then, I learned how to listen to The Music in Everything that Surrounds me.

Yesterday I was talking to a lovely handsome young man, my daughter's good friend, they were at the airport and I was home and the call just flowed mostly went into music. What I told him was that my awareness tells me that every moment has to be lived as intensely as the emotions that we feel when we watch a movie. That to me one of the Main Characters in a movie is The Music, at the same level as the story, the protagonist, the challenge and the conclusion. Up there with all of them. With any of these components missing it just can't be as a good a movie.

I grew up watching movies to escape my own reality which was very challenging throughout. The music transported me to my emotions and I would become the protagonist of each movie that would truly touch my heart. The emotions were strong enough to keep me always feeling content and then things I lived emotionally through movies would come into my reality and they never would feel the same that I felt emotionally while watching the movie. I couldn't understand why that was.

So one day I was taking this University Course, they call it 'Diplomado' in Mexico, I have this dream of making my own movie, that one I knew exactly how it felt and there was a lot of everything in it, Drama, Tragedy, Comedy, Adventure, even Terror at some point. Just like a life I suppose. At that Course that was how to Write and Produce a Movie and they had this class given by a Professor of Music and director of The Association of Music in Movies who came from Spain to give this course.

Would you believe this little class in a little town from this big man turned on the light and gave me the answer. It was the Music that made the difference. The Music was the main character in order for me to feel the emotion of what I was just watching on a screen. Without the music I probably would have felt more flat. In real life, unless I make a conscious effort to listen to the music that life brings along with it, you may fall flat to the emotion and not allow yourself to feel it as it was intended to be felt.

My life at the point when I had that realization had already taken an enormous leap from where it started a few years back, but this realization made it very clear to me that I was responsible for my thoughts, for the things I do with those thoughts and with the way I feel inside. The music has been a therapy for me because I, like many, have this ability to play the tune that I want to hear according to the way I want to feel and accomplish feeling the way I wanted. That's the best Medicine I could have found for my Heart.

Everything is Always Working Out for All of Us!...

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When Somebody Loved Me...

For some odd reason I've been watching children's movies again more frequently, hadn't done that for years but keep on bumping into them, I guess they are trying to tell me something so I wind up watching and they have told me more than I ever expected to get from them.

Take this song from Toy Story "When Somebody Loved Me" you would have to be made out of Wood (no pun intended) ;) not to cry or at least get emotional after you watch this video, even a Wooden Toy cries at this ;)

So many decades and so many experiences that turn you into a different person but the minute you begin watching these movies that bring back all the hidden memories of your childhood you realize that inside nothing has changed, you just perceive it differently according to your life circumstances at the moment. You just have to stop and remember!
   
I watched the full version of the original Pinocchio by Walt Disney the other day and it transported me into this magical world, I remember feeling this same way the first time I saw it, just listen to the first song "When you Wish Upon a Star" and the concept of a conscience that even though he was entrusted with this wooden puppet making the right decisions, he has NO control over the decisions he makes. I guess he just wasn't paying attention to what his conscience was saying, he just wanted to have FUN! ;)

No matter how old you are the child inside you is still there, still the same, you never stop wanting, desiring, dreaming, loving, caring, feeling, in fact the emotions become deeper because you've experienced so many of them and because you realize you have less time to enjoy them. It's never too late to "Wish Upon a Star" because "When You Wish Upon a Star, it makes no difference who You are, anything Your heart desires will come to YOU!"

Dreams DO come true, go make yours happen....

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That's IT!

Tomorrow I'm getting a manicure and taking myself to a movie!!!!

Your day may be hijacked by friends who feel the need to share their relationship dramas. Whether it's a new acquaintance or an old romantic partner, it could appear as if someone is trying to limit your personal freedom. Expressing yourself independently is extremely critical now because of its natural rejuvenating power. You won't have much left to give others unless you take some time to please yourself.

Here's to treating yourselves well...

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