Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

A Recap in Yellow Rubber

Hello Rubber Ducky, and welcome back from a winter of exile! The pool is open, and we crested into the mid to high 80’s thanks to Andy’s heavy hand on the heater, something about which I will never complain. Rubber Ducky is back, bobbing along on the water no matter what is going on in the world, and with a full Flower Moon, day of storms, and Mercury in retrograde, this Monday will surely prove a doozy. Hunker down, lay low, and pray we remain relatively untouched. These are treacherous times. Let’s recap the week that came before…

Spring lamp light.

The Highly Sensitive Person.

Studying our shadows, for those who are brave.

Mercurial madness will see us into June

A pause of sensitivity beneath the cherry blossoms

Don’t fuck with the meditation

A hint of summer soundtrack.

Swimming amongst the lilacs and lilies.

While seeing the vibrant flowers dance (an underwear post).

Dazzlers of the Day included Mindy Kaling, Paula Abdul, Jesse Williams, and Manu Rios.

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While Seeing The Vibrant Flowers Dance

Flowers and underwear have always made for a beautiful pairing in these parts, and as long as my name is on this website I shall honor such a duet. First up is this glorious Itoh Peony, snapped at the local garden center until the pair we have in our front yard blooms – fingers-crossed given the track record of the past two years. Still, I remain hopeful. There are buds, and that’s how all good things begin – with a bud and a dream. 

Speaking of vibrant flowers, the title of this post comes from a collection of jazz selections that work well with the colors at work here. Give it a listen on this tumultuous Sunday night, on the eve of a full Flower Moon and lunar eclipse, while Mercury is in retrograde motion. Scattered minds like the music, and the flowers torn from their perch by all these crazy storms. Metaphor or literal reality?

A trying week ends and a trying week begins, and Sunday has always sucked that way. Turning to flowers to inspire and cheer, and maybe provide the palette for the night, I slip into something vibrant and powerful. The flower combination – pink with a throat of vermillion – is echoed in this scarlet underwear resting atop a pink jacket. This is the way my mind works on a Sunday night. 

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Swimming Amongst the Lilacs and Lilies

Rarely do we get the opportunity to swim while there are lilacs and lily-of-the-valley on the breeze, but Andy managed to open the pool and raise the water to a glorious 84 degrees, and so a few days ago I took my first dip of the season as the daytime temperature matched that of the water. A wondrous moment for the middle of May, and we shall take such happy indulgences where we can get them. 

The first swim of the season is always a quiet one. Slipping into the pool after months away is something that commands a certain respect – that my body can still glide through the water, that the feeling of freedom and floating is still as magical as it was when I was a kid, that the water and the sun and the flowers are enough to lift the darkest days. As we careen through this period of Mercury in retrograde, and a full supermoon battles with a lunar eclipse, the safest place to be may be underwater, removed from the manic and panic in the air. 

Surfacing to take in more of the lilacs, more of the lilies-of-the-valley, more of the intoxicating perfume that only appears in spring, I fully take in the moment. Being present is one of the best ways of staving off worry and stress – and just turning on the news or being aware of the state of the world induces instant worry and stress. Better to dive beneath the surface again, lost in the blue and lavender, drowning in the perfume of spring.

Our Kwanzan cherry tree is also in full bloom, and floating beneath the pink blossoms as the petals start to fall is one of the enchanting gifts that only comes around once every few years. Usually this show is over by the time we get into the water, sometimes it’s over before the cover is even taken away – the pink petals lost in the mucky green and brown mess that has collected over the winter. This year the pink is set off against the blue of the sky and the water, and I swim beneath the falling petals – so much lovelier than rain or snow. 

Looking up, the water beneath me and the sky above, I survey the middle of May, trying to make sense of so much beauty when so many other things are wrong – and then I hold the thoughts of my parents and husband and family closer, the memories of friends still here and already gone, and the thread of hope that always brings summer back. 

 

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A Hint of Summer Soundtrack

The brilliant and wondrous Janelle Monáe planted the seed of Les Baxter in my ear as the soundtrack for the coming summer, and whatever Janelle says is what we are bound to do. Being that Andy just opened the pool and I had my first dip just a couple of days ago, this intro seems fitting for the summer to come, and these first pool days of the season. 

There’s a dramatic and cinematic moodiness to this music that sets the scene for the mad world in which we live – and that madness only seems to intensify with the heat and sun and storms weather that can come with the approach of summer. 

For the moment, I’m content to watch from a distance, to lean into the drama only when watching a movie or reading a book – all fiction and fun and frivolous mental meanderings. Life is serious enough these days – I don’t indulge in the self-conjured drama and fabricated travails when there are so many real things over which to worry and fret. And so I take a warm and sunny day as the gift it is, embracing  its beauty, inhaling its sweet perfume, and leaving this online world behind. Back in a bit…

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Don’t F&ck With The Meditation

Holy fuck this work week was a doozy, with the shift of Mercury into retrograde throwing insult on top of injury, but we made it through the wilderness. One of the daily rituals that has proven to be the saving grace at such difficult times is meditation. For twenty minutes a day, I can slip into a state of calm and peace, even when it doesn’t always start out that way. Through deep breathing, focused intentions, and the full twenty minutes, by the end of a meditation session my heartbeat has slowed, my worries and tensions have eased, and all the silly little problems that seemed to insurmountable have melted into their proper place of unimportance. 

The other day, I began by ruminating on a litany of work stresses and annoyances. They crossed the mind, prickled with their bothersome nature, flitted about for a bit, then dissipated. Simply acknowledging such things instantly puts them into perspective – I don’t know why, it just does. Allowing those thoughts to enter and then pass, I moved deeper into the meditation, focusing on my intentions, breathing slowly in and even more slowly out. When I found random and worrisome thoughts returning, I started counting the breaths – the simplicity of a numerical focus for each breath re-centered the experience, and soon enough that clear, bright plane that comes with a good meditation was coming into existence. At those moments I feel a lightness, an uncluttered expanse of clarity that counteracts the frenzied chaos and dense concerns of life today. 

 

 

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Dazzler of the Day: Manu Rios

Sometimes all it takes for someone to be named Dazzler of the Day is the right ball outfit. Case in point is Manu Rios, who earns his this Dazzler thanks to this magnificent suit by Jeremy Scott for Moschino. It was part of Moschino’s well-dressed entourage for this year’s Met Gala, and while I’m not sure what this had to do with Gilded Glamour, themes were meant to be broken if done in such an impressive manner. Rios is an actor, model, and singer who can now add Dazzler to that line-up. 

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A Sensitive Pause Beneath the Cherry Blossoms

Finishing up ‘The Highly Sensitive Person’ by Dr. Elaine N. Aron is putting me in an introspective mindset, as does this glorious spring weather we have had of late. I want to slow everything down and savor it, to fully inhabit the moment at hand, to pause in the bed of unfurling ostrich ferns and lean down to take in the full fragrance of a daffodil.

“Sometimes we do need just to enjoy the world out there as it is and be glad for those who help us, the extraverted who can make even total strangers feel connected. Sometimes we need an inner anchor – that is, those who are introverted and give their full attention to the deepest nuances of private experience. Life is not just about the movies we have both seen and the restaurants we have both tried. Sometimes discussing the subtler questions is essential for the soul.” ~ Dr. Elaine N. Aron

Our Kwanzan cherry tree is in full bloom, and already dropping its petals – a lesson in the fleeting nature of such beauty and grace. It never lasts for long – but I would always indulge in short glory if only for the memory of it. I stand beneath the tree in the late afternoon, looking at the way the sun ricochets through the pink canopy, and I do my best to still the moment, to elongate the beauty, to make a memory that will last long after the final pink petal drops. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Jesse Williams

Jesse Williams earns his first Dazzler of the Day feature because, well, if you know, you know. 

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Mercurial Madness through June

Ignore Mercury in retrograde at your own peril! A few days ago, the astrological shift officially occurred, and we are in such motion until June 2, so hang onto your hats and your heads because both could come off if you’re not careful. I’ve already seen its heinous effects at work in the office, and on the road – both of which have become fraught with mishaps and madness. 

In my admittedly-limited experience in this world, I have found that it’s best to be careful and extra-cautious whenever Mercury is in retrograde motion. You may find everything around you falling apart, but if you can retain some sense of stability and structure, some centering space of basic common sense and reasonable timidity, you may escape unscathed while everyone else falters and fucks up around you. Not that we all don’t falter and fuck up from time to time – there just seem to be so many more opportunities to fall prey to such things during the retrograde period. 

That means it’s also a good time to remind ourselves that it’s ok to fail and and fall down now and then. It’s the best way we have of learning, and if you are lucky enough to be surrounded by people who care enough to help you back up, that’s all that really matters. I am lucky indeed, and so I intend to go into this month of Mercurial madness with some extra care, and the reliance on some cherished people. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Paula Abdul

Not gonna lie: I’m an old-school Paula Abdul fan who has loved her every move and motion since she was choreographing Janet Jackson all those years ago. Adored and jammed out to her first album, fell in love with the second, and went ‘Head Over Heels’ for her third. Since then, I’ve kept an eye on all her various entertainment endeavors, and for anyone to survive and thrive in Hollywood for such a length of time is more than worthy of this Dazzler of the Day honor. Somehow, she also seems to have kept her indefatigable spirit and sense of humor – traits that no doubt have helped her along the way. She’s forever our girl. 

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Studying Our Shadows

More wisdom from Dr. Elaine N. Aron’s ‘The Highly Sensitive Person’ comes in her description of how some of us acknowledge the darker parts of our personality, and how studying and understanding these traits is more helpful than whitewashing or wishing them away. Putting on a happy face has never worked well for me, so this makes a great deal of sense. For those who tend to dwell on the rosy side of life without humbly admitting to their own failings and faults, this is a lesson that usually gets missed. 

“In getting to know our shadow, the idea is that it is better to acknowledge our unpleasant or unethical aspects and keep an eye on them rather than to throw them out the front door “for good,” only to have them slip in the back when we’re not looking. Usually the people who are the most dangerous and in danger, morally speaking, are those who are certain they would never do anything wrong, who are totally self-righteous and have no idea that they have a shadow or what it is like.” ~ Dr. Elaine N. Aron, ‘The Highly Sensitive Person’

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Dazzler of the Day: Mindy Kaling

The majesty and might of Mindy Kaling makes her an instant and ideal choice as Dazzler of the Day. She first came to many people’s notice during her run in the US version of ‘The Office’ but for me it was her scene-stealing supporting role in ‘Ocean’s 8’ where she matched on-screen dazzle with the likes of Sandra Bullock, Cate Blanchett, Awkwafina, Sarah Paulson, and Rhianna. That is no mean feat, nor is it the majority of what Kaling has accomplished: witness her work as writer, comedian, and actress – and marvel at her multi-hyphenate talent. (Frivolous bonus points: her red-carpet fashion is to-die-for.) 

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The Highly Sensitive Person

While the idea of being considered a ‘highly sensitive person’ irks me to no end, the book describing such a person resonated strongly with me, and I’m not averse to acknowledging many of the traits of an ‘HSP’. Dr. Elaine N. Aron wrote about HSPs in ‘The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You’ and it’s an interesting read for anyone who has felt socially anxious or inhibited. It explained quite a bit of confusing episodes in my childhood and past, while illuminating ways to combat such issues in the present. Dr. Aron also makes a compelling argument for the importance of such HSPs in the world, especially today. When all seems to be falling apart around us, this may be a good time to consider the quieter and more introspective ways some of us navigate through life. 

“I like the way that anthropologists speak of ritual leadership and ritual space. Ritual leaders create for others those experiences which can only take place within a ritual, sacred, or transitional space, set aside from the mundane world. Experiences in this sort of space are transformative and give meaning. Without them life becomes drab and empty. The ritual leader marks off and protects the space, prepares others to enter it, guides them while there, and helps them return to society with the right meaning from the experience. Traditionally, these were often initiation experiences marking life’s great transition – into adulthood, marriage, parenthood, elderhood, and death. Others were meant to heal, to bring a vision or revelation that gave direction, or to move one into closer harmony with the divine. 

Today sacred spaces are quickly made mundane. They require great privacy and care if they are to survive. They are as likely to be created in the offices of certain psychotherapists as in churches, as likely to occur in a gathering of men or women dissatisfied with their religion as in a community practicing its traditions, as likely to be signaled by a slight change in topic or tone in a conversation as by the donning of shamanic costume and the outline of a ceremonial circle. The boundaries of sacred space today are always shifting, symbolic, and rarely visible.” ~ Dr. Elaine N. Aron, ‘The Highly Sensitive Person’

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Spring Lamp Light

Moving my meditations to early evening has found me sitting lotus-style in the living room while the day switches to night. A few lamps light the space, and though I turn off the music while I’m meditating, before and after there is room for a song or two. On this Monday, as the world is once again on the precipice of Mercury going into retrograde (collective groan) let’s take a deep breath, do whatever meditation practice works for you, and listen to this quiet piece to round out the day. 

 

 

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