Alone But Not Lonely

I remember being about 13 years old and going through pre-teen “funks”. I was (and still can be) a moody little shit. But I always knew what the solution was. I’d hurry home, play soccer until the sun went down, and then “redecorate” my bedroom. I would put in my favorite CD and go to town. Getting rid of things that no longer served a purpose and reflecting on the things that did (I was a weird kid). I’d always make my mom stay upstairs until I was done (which I’m sure she was thrilled about) and then reveal my “new and improved space” when I finished. I knew at a young age how much of an impact my personal space had on my mood.

With that little hobby came big dreams of having my own apartment. I imagined that it would have beautiful art, shelves full of books of poetry, romance, sorrow, and adventure…candles, music, plenty of plants, and soft pillows and large blankets. A place to relax and write, entertain the people I love, make memories, and dream . And I am incredibly blessed to say that my little shoe-box apartment is beginning to fit that description.

It’s been such a fun and rewarding process for me to make that dream into a reality. But like all good things it has taken time. I have added each piece that is in my home slowly, making sure that each object resonates with me some way or another.

A few months ago my aunt Carolyn told me that she wanted to buy me a piece of art for my home. I was so excited. But I’d been looking for a while and just couldn’t find anything that made me feel like I had to have it. Last weekend while my mom and aunt were out shopping they came across a piece at my favorite store, Dancing Cranes. They sent me a photo of it but I just wasn’t in the mindset at the time to make a decision about whether or not I wanted it.

For the past week I’ve been on my way home and thought about that piece as I drove past DC. Today all three of us went back to Dancing Cranes and it was still there. I guess that is how I knew that it was meant to be mine. I came home, hammered a nail into my paper-thin wall, and just stared at it. It’s perfect where it is.

The piece is called “You Found Me, Alone But Not Lonely.” It’s such an accurate symbol of where I am at in my life right now. The photo was taken in Bear Rive Migratory Bird Refuge.

You Found Me, Alone But Not Lonely.

I just finished reading Gabrielle Bernstein’s book “Spirit Junkie: A Radical Road to Self-Love and Miracles.” and it is now a new favorite of mine. So I decided to buy myself a new book to keep my reading flow going as well as a meditation pillow. I have been using a pillow from my bed or I’ve just sat on the floor while meditating, so I’m eager to have a comfortable place to gather my thoughts, pray, and meditate everyday.

The book I purchased is called “I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up For Education and Was Shot By The Taliban.”

I truly believe that Malala is our youngest and most powerful female voice right now and that she will continue to do incredible things throughout her life. Her book has truly moved me. I’ve made a promise to myself to only read it when I have time to really allow her words to sink in and sit with me. I start school next month and her story has changed my prospective on getting my education as a female. I strongly encourage you to purchase it for yourself and/or someone you love.

"I Am Malala"Meditation pillow

I hope that you have had a weekend full of the things that bring you inner peace and joy. It can be hard to find time for ourselves during the holidays, and some people look down on it. But I find it absolutely essential to find a balance between giving love to others and giving love to yourself in order to be happy and healthy.

All my love, Bailey Mikell 

 

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Turning Point

I stood on my toes and peered into a basket full of crystals with big curious eyes. I was 5 years old and sure that I’d never seen anything more fascinating. The woman at the register watched me carefully sift through the group of stones with my tiny hands. She looked down at me and said “You can take one home if you’d like.” I smiled and reached for the first one that caught my attention, a small amethyst with jagged edges and a smooth bottom. I said thank you and left the store with my mother.

As we made our way back to the car my excitement got the best of me; I walked too fast and stumbled on the concrete. The amethyst slipped out of my hands and broke into pieces on the ground. Hot tears skipped off my sun-kissed cheeks.

A man with long blonde dreads in his hair walked towards me and bent down to pick up the pieces. He looked in my eyes and quietly said to me “Don’t cry, sweetie. Some things are just meant to be shared.”  I handed him the largest piece that had broken off of the stone as I held the other piece close. He smiled at me and with an unspoken understanding he stood up and walked away.

I never saw that man again but his smile and energy were unforgettable. My amethyst has stayed with me since that day. It stands as a reminder that some things break and you simply can’t let it shake you. I still visit Dancing Cranes Imports (the store where this event occurred) and feel the beautiful crystals in my hands. It will forever be one of my favorite places to be.

That was the turning point in my life where I discovered the art of sharing the things we hold near and dear to our hearts. I believe we can only lose the things we hold onto, therefore I allow my experiences to open my eyes and then I move on.

And that is what has inspired me to start this blog. My only hope is that someone will stumble upon a post and be able to take just one thing with them that helps them along their journey.

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Sleepy Head + a Clear Mind

I love, love, love Dalai Lama. He is the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet & a truly incredible man whose wisdom has guided me back to the right track many times in my life. This whole back & forth situation is really taking a toll on my emotional well-being, so I’m trying to fill myself up with his beautiful lessons. I went to bed at 10:30 last night, but somehow I’m still tired & suffering from sudden short-term memory loss. Think of a cranky 3-year-old in an already-sassy 20 something’s body. Not cool, yo. Not cool at all..

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You know, this little quote is about all I need right now. Oh, that’s a lie. I could really go for a fried PB&J (nom, nom, nom) All my sleepy headed-ness & ready-to-be-clear-mind, Bee

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For more of Dalai Lama’s teachings go to his official site by clicking here 

Too much at….. too early

No, I am not your alarm clock, I’m better… well, not really, but I’m trying be. Okay look, I know Mondays are like the last donut in the box that nobody wants to touch because everyone has touched it at least once aaand… its gross. But suck it up, put your big girl/boy panties on (all styles accepted), twirl/shake it through a mist of your favorite perfume/cologne, slip into your favorite ‘I feel goood… shoot, I look good too!‘ outfit and play your favorite album on your way to work & sing at the top of your lungs. Yup. Even if you take: Trax/the bus/your bike/rollerblades/wings/disco-make-you-fly-sneaks. Just sing baby! And have a fantastic day to ring in the new week!

I’m trying to offer a blog that everyone can benefit from. I know that has not always been the case (my apologies) Here are a few things to browse while you enjoy your breakfast of champions AKA the last donut. Don’t worry……. I won’t tell anyone, as long as you wipe that scowl off your face & smile before your boss gets in.

All my annoying-ly happy-thoughts-at….too-early, Bee

The perfect you

You.
“Reading this right now, you are the perfect you.
The set of your eyes, the hitch of your stride.
The scars you have or don’t have.
You are the perfect you.
Relish in your perfection, often.
Praise your perfection. 
Worship your soft, your rough.
The curve, the hollow, the point, the flat.
Let’s agree you are perfect, I am perfect.
Live in your perfection.
Stop comparisons. 
Start self praise.”

Repeat after me. I am a perfect me.

What Do You Talk About?

“Small minds talk about other people, average minds talk about events, but great minds talk about ideas.”

Winston Churchill

Be Strong

Today I took some time to seek some inner peace. I sat on the floor of my office, lit incense, put my crystals & goddess cards out & focused. I focused on asking for guidance to living my life with purpose. I believe that is what this chapter of my life is about. I pulled three cards: Peace, Be Strong, and Home. This is ‘Be Strong’, my card for the ‘now’. Everything about it really resonated with me and I wanted to share it with you.

“See yourself as strong and victorious. Don’t complain about anything. Don’t blame anyone or any condition. You’re the embodiment of strength, not victimhood. As you rise above the old tendencies and see yourself in the new light of beautiful feminine strength, your life will automatically shift in miraculous ways. You’ll attract new opportunites, forms of abundance and relationships to help you manifest your highest potential. Being strong means seeing yourself in the most favorable light you can imagine. Be real, allow yourself to feel genuine emotions, but most of all, be strong.”

Sekhmet

Don’t underestimate yourself

Don’t yield to pressure or temptation

Avoid complaining or indulging in negative thinking

All my love