My Super-Serious Life As A Child

Bucking the traditional trajectory that one usually takes by gaining maturity as one ages, my life has unwound in typically-atypical fashion as I find myself getting less and less serious as the years advance. When I was a child, I was super serious about everything. There were moments of laughter and glee, but far more often I was determined and humorless, doggedly trudging through everything that was expected of the oldest son in a strict Catholic Filipino family. All of the responsibility, none of the glory. It served me well, something I’ve realized as I’ve grown into adulthood, when being responsible and consistent are necessary traits to any sort of success or ease in living. I used to look back with tinges of regret that I hadn’t let loose and had more fun when I was a kid, but lately I’ve had a change of heart and perspective, particularly as having fun now carries a sense of reward and release that those with carefree, giddy and non-stop-fun-filled childhoods can only attempt to recapture. 

Being silly and goofing off after you’ve earned it is a joy in itself. If you started off goofing off in class and being silly at every turn of youth, and you have the typical results that come from it, you may find yourself having to work a little more and enjoy things a little less. I’ve been fortunate, and had the foresight, to have done the heavy mental lifting as a kid – now it’s all downhill, with less trudging and more giggling. The older I get, the less I know, and the more fun and frivolous the world feels. 

“Don’t let us take doubts with exaggerated seriousness nor let them grow out of proportion, or become black-and-white or fanatical about them. What we need to learn is how slowly to change our culturally conditioned and passionate involvement with doubt into a free, humorous, and compassionate one. This means giving doubts time, and giving ourselves time to find answers to our questions that are not merely intellectual or “philosophical,” but living and real and genuine and workable. Doubts cannot resolve themselves immediately; but if we are patient a space can be created within us, in which doubts can be carefully and objectively examined, unraveled, dissolved, and healed. What we lack, especially in this culture, is the right undistracted and richly spacious environment of the mind, which can only be created through sustained meditation practice, and in which insights can be given the change slowly to mature and ripen.” ~ Sogyal Rinpoche, ‘The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying’

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Country Roses

Everything’s been coming up roses in these parts, and it’s a beautiful thing. Fresh off this celebratory rose fragrance post, I found this gorgeous bouquet of ‘country roses’ at Trader Joe’s. With their undulating shades of pink, and these wondrously ruffled edges, they were more interesting than the common roses one finds in every market these days. 

There was something quaint about them as well, befitting their designation as country roses, and I don’t even know what that might mean. Sometimes it is enough just being pretty. 

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Spring, Falling Like Cherry Blossom Petals

The life of a cherry blossom is too often quick and fleeting, and such was the case this year, when our Kwanzan cherry tree burst into bloom and a series of 80-degree days soon withered and wrenched them from the branches. They fell mostly into the pool below, creating a mess that required much scooping and emptying with the pool net. 

As annoying as that was, I didn’t mind much – party planners pay a pretty penny for this sort of enchanting effect to happen, and here it was happening at no cost, other than some extra skimming. There was also something magical about swimming beneath a tree that was dropping its petals like pretty pink snow. Catching such a scene, I felt lucky to be there. 

Just as I feel lucky to be here. 

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The Prick of a Tom Ford Rose

Ever since I started this website almost twenty years ago, I wanted it to be a respite and sanctuary of quiet and calm, a little corner of serenity and beauty, where old memories could be rekindled and new ones could be made. Keeping things light and tranquil was as much for my own enjoyment and inspiration as it was to provide that which I always found largely lacking on the internet. The sites that I enjoyed were simple, stripped-down, sparse, and pretty. They were mostly silent and without ads or interruptions or fanfare, and they provided a safe space away from the noise and bombast and vitriol of the rest of the online world. At their best, they showed us a world filled with beauty and peace, even if it was brief and finite. 

In the ensuing two decades, social media grew and expanded, turning into the overriding monstrosity that it is today, and I’ve kept close to my original design because I felt it was needed more than ever. As the world around us demands serious work and concentration to address all of its growing ills, I still only want this space to be light and airy and frivolous, our own tiny loft of safety and whims, where memories are conjured, and the simple joys of life can be studied and celebrated. 

To that end, fragrance has always been one of the more powerful memory triggers and creators. With certain scents, I can be brought back to happy summer days, smoky autumn afternoons, and wintry holiday evenings

Having only recently succumbed to the rich beauty of the rose after avoiding it for years, my rose binge has found its culmination in one of the latest Tom Ford Private Blends: ‘Rose De Russie’. This gorgeous juice is as pretty as its fuchsia-hued shade – a sumptuous treatise on the darker elements of rose, tamed and centered by accents of pepper and leather, allowing the rose to truly shine, while bringing out greener hints of fresh woodland wonder. 

I didn’t have high hopes after the disappointing ‘Rose Prick’ – such a promising name deserved so much more than its sweet and light flimsiness. Ford delivers that rosy promise here, with a stunningly beautiful fragrance that is richly nuanced, and easily the best of his rose trio. It’s the darkest and richest of the bouquet, and bridges the lovely distance between the heavenly ‘Rose & Cuir‘ and his own ‘Oud Fleur‘. It is only sightly reminiscent of the gorgeousness that is ‘Portrait of a Lady’, bringing in a woody and green element of freshness that might make it the ideal day companion for that smokier beast. 

As we approach the month of June – when roses are at the height of their enchantment – this may be the  memory-maker we need for the moment. 

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Maintaining A Sense of Calm Amid The Chaos

The day dimmed with the arrival of the storms. Light drained from the sky and our home, as I lowered myself into the lotus position and assumed the first slow breaths of my daily meditation. The darkness at such an early hour recalled winter, and as the light went away so too did the vibrant colors of high spring. 

It was a moment that would have carried some sense of sadness to it were my meditation not at hand. The years of practice helped too, developing a baseline of calm that I never thought possible in my twenties or thirties. When the storm arrives, I am ready. 

Closing my eyes, I can only hear the menace that swirls outside – heavy drops of rain beating down on street and skylight, gusts of wind tearing at the trees and windows, and, somewhere in the distance, the dull wailing of a siren. Narrowing my own windpipe and assuming the slow and primal ocean breath, my inhalation and exhalation matches the quiet roar of the storm outside. It allows for a soft and gentle focus, letting the worrisome thoughts that typically occupy the mind float quietly away. 

In my hands, a small pillar of rose quartz centers the experience – a talisman to occupy the need to hold onto something. It gives me the mental freedom to let go of other things. It’s possible that any object would do – so much of what we believe is simply, well, what we choose to believe. And if that belief comes from a piece of rose quartz, or carnelian, or some smooth unidentified pebble found on a beach, does it really matter? If it helps the practice, if it clears the mind by offering some solace or distraction, it holds meditative value. 

Breathing deeply and going through my own intentions, I settle into the space that is the point of meditation – that blank and bright and clear plane where worries and bothersome thoughts are held at bay through a focused lack of focus. Here, where the breath is the only thing that matters, there is a calm and tranquility that is revealed. It’s something that has been here all along, and I choose to believe that it’s something everyone can access if they learn to quell the conditioned mad rush of what it seemingly takes to survive in today’s world. That may be different for everyone, and I can only speak for what has worked for me. 

After twenty minutes, my mind is at peace. It’s a sensation that doesn’t remain for long, at least not in that pure and empty expanse where all the things that worried and upset me dissipated in the realm of some other focus and presence. A little bit of that calm, however, lingers, and every day I meditate the sensation gets drawn out further. I find myself able to access it at stressful moments by slipping into the deep ocean breath. It is just enough to take the edge off those times that might otherwise threaten to overwhelm. 

The sounds of the storm return to my consciousness. There will always be such storms, just as there will be days of sun and warmth and calm. Here, in the room of meditation, I find a peace and serenity that can be accessed whatever the day might bring. 

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Dazzler of the Day, Twice: Ricky Schroeder

This marks Ricky Schroeder’s second appearance as Dazzler of the Day, following his very first time here, and it’s a well-deserved honor, timed to coincide with his fundraising efforts for the 30th anniversary of Broadway Bares, which raises money for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS. Schroeder has been one of stand-outs in that entertaining enterprise (this is his tenth year taking part), and looks to continue that red-hot streak as the show returns to its live, in-person glory. 

{Check out his fundraising page here, and spread the good word.}

 

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Making Waves

Juxtaposed with the predicted weather of today (100% chance of rain is never a happy meteorological moment) this post is an echo of this weekend’s pool time, when the cherry blossoms were falling into the water as the scent of lilacs drifted on the warm breeze. That warm breeze feels far away, as we shift into a cooling spell that coincides with the rollercoaster that is Mercury in retrograde, and winds and rain arrive in mad fashion. 

A good way to combat the dreary weather pattern is to wish for ‘The Impossible Dream’, and this little harp trio playing ‘Waves’ which is as light and wistful as the summer-like days that preceded the storms. Give it a whirl and lend it your ears. 

Such whimsy is the stuff of summer to come, when I’ll be easing off the serious vibes of late and going all pastel powder puffs of ruffles and eyelets, and sunny, hazy, dreamy confections that run on and on like the endlessness of this sentence. 

No complaints about the rain either, as we need it desperately, and it forces us to still the day and the outside work, insisting on contemplation, and a pause. Let us linger here, waiting… for the Flower Moon to pass. 

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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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