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Posted on February 13th, 2012 by & filed under Everything Miz Meliz


Vitality Song

Posted on February 12th, 2012 by & filed under Everything Miz Meliz, The Happiness Project

As a resolution and commitment to myself, I chose to make experience my focus: I wish to embrace the experiences that become present in my life, I wish to create meaningful experiences for myself and my family, and I wish to use my prior experiences to help me to appreciate the beauty of each moment.

Are my day-to-day actions supporting my choices of change and resolve?

Let me think. . . I want to this to be my focus, my mantra:  “embrace the experiences that become present in my life.”

First things first. What does that mean? Sometimes expressions become so common that we forget their deeper meaning. I like to break down the words and review their definitions to see if I truly said what I meant to say. I am usually pleased with the result. My brain is pretty good at knowing the right words to string together to convey what I am thinking. I’ll start with embrace. Why didn’t my brain use accept or another word to explain my intent?

embrace as an action . . .

  • take or clasp in the arms, press to the bosom, hug
  • receive gladly or eagerly, accept willingly (embrace and idea)
  • avail oneself (embrace an opportunity)
  • adopt (a profession or a religion)
  • take in with the eye or the mind

embrace as a noun. . .

  • encountering or undergoing something (to learn from experience; the range of human experience)
  • observing something (knowledge or practical wisdom gained from what one has observed, encountered, or undergone: a man of experience)
  • philosophize (the totality of the cognitions given by perception; all that is perceived, understood, and remembered)

synonyms for embrace. . .

adopt, espouse, welcome, seize, comprise, cover, embody

synonyms for experience. . .

encounter, know, endure, suffer

Experience refers to encountering situations, conditions, etc., in life, or to having certain sensations or feelings.

Experience implies being affected by what one meets with: to experience a change of heart, bitter disappointment.

Yes – I truly want to embrace the experiences that come my way!

I intend to honestly hold dear and welcome all that happens to me – taking to heart, processing, learning, accepting, and freely allowing these happenings (however large or small; coping with the big things, determining their insignificance and evaluating the significance and intrinsic value of the little things) to unfold on me while actively absorbing wisdom and knowledge and gaining strength along the way.

A perfect example of this is what may be a familiar experience to many of us, and it happens to me frequently.  I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of a grizzly bear snorting and growling in bed next to me and I realize it is my husband in a deep, sound, blissful, much needed and deserved sleep snoring loudly in my ear.

Rather than getting annoyed that I can’t sleep, taking a swipe at him, pushing him, or moving to the living room couch myself hoping to get some peace and quiet as I did bitterly for many years, I recall hearing the sound of my father’s snoring from down the hall in the middle if the night and a sense of security falls over me like a warm blanket. I am grateful for this amazing man in my bed who works so hard to take care of me and our family. I am in love with him as much as I was when he was a skinny boy who flirted with me in high school 26 years ago. My children are secure and happy because of him. I turn over and close my eyes falling asleep with a smile on my face listening to the rhythm of his raspy breathing, knowing my children can hear it from down the hall. It is a security blanket for all of us. Without a doubt, his presence is known. He is home, recharging, readying himself for another day. Gratefully, graciously, I lay my arm over him take in a deep cleansing breath and fall asleep.

It’s not as easy to interpret every single moment in my day and immediately process each experience understanding instantly how I am affected by it. That is why it is a good challenge (is that an oxymoron?) By resolving to open myself to the possibility that taking in the good with the bad and by not rejecting all that I have always believed to be negative, or at the very least bothersome, and by truly appreciating the good (glorifying it even) I allow myself to experience peace, joy and happiness! It’s beautiful, amazing, lovely, and completely worthwhile. I am walking taller and stepping lighter each day.

Thinking this way has changed my life and made it better over the years in significant ways.

Do my day-to-day actions support the choices I have resolved to make in order to produce change in my life?

Is my MIND propelling me in the direction I want my actions and resolutions to take me?

Yes – the inner voice says yes! The movie playing in my mind shows a scene of me with a propeller on my belt and I close my eyes and think, “move forward,” and the propeller starts to spin and I am lifted into the air and begin to float happily along like Winnie the Pooh holding on to a balloon. Where will the wind blow me today? I can use my navigation skills and my propeller to steer myself in the “right” direction. Or, I can float along and see where the wind wants me to go. My mind knows the “right” way. The wind knows the “right” way. I close my eyes and trust. I take a breath and feel myself letting go.

You might hear me hum a little vitality song. . . like Winnie the Pooh!

I am free!

I am flying!

I am alive,

and freely

being me.

I am going

where my heart

wants to be.

It feels good

to be me!


I am happy!

CHOOSE to keep moving, I CHOOSE to keep motivated, I CHOOSE to keep doing what I am doing. . . experiencing the vitality and joy in my life.  One moment at a time.

Farmer’s Market

Posted on February 12th, 2012 by & filed under Everything Miz Meliz, Foodie Reviews

Here are my latest pics.  You may use them with permission. . .

I’ve Discovered My Strengths, Now What?

Posted on February 8th, 2012 by & filed under Everything Miz Meliz

Now Discover Your Strengths by Marcus Buckingham & Donald Clifton, Ph.D. is a valuable must read!

Maegan from Chronically Distracted posted this as her “Read of the Week” and I am so happy to revisit it as it is one of my all time faves!  See my own copy of this book in the picture above with all the tabs and earmarks.

I thoroughly enjoyed trying to pick what qualities best described me before taking the test.  As it turned out, I am: Relator, Empathy, Positivity, Developer, Harmony.  It would be interesting to take it again, having been eight years since that result!  I am curious how Maegan’s test comes out.

Let me know if you have read this book, or others by Buckingham.  What do you think?  Was it life changing?  Do you think of others’ strengths as resources or do you wish you could change them to better suit your needs?  The biggest take away for me from this experience was learning that everyone around me is better and happier doing what they are naturally good at.  Even when asking my sons to do chores, I consider it.  They each have their individual talents and abilities.  Why not let them feel great about what they do best?  Everyone is happier with the results in the long run!

Check Out  at Chronically Distracted. . . .

Thank you Maegan for reminding me of this valuable tool!

That Funky Tree

Posted on February 6th, 2012 by & filed under Everything Miz Meliz, Poems



There is a palm tree

in the yard

across the street

from my house.

It’s one of those

strange old trees

with lots of layers

on it’s trunk

that sways in the wind.

The trunk of that tree

is brown and tan and black and gray

and it’s texture looks rough to the touch.

The other day

while I was getting in the shower

something caught my attention.

I was glancing out the bathroom window

and even through the glass and steam and water,

I could still see it.

It was that funky tree

across the street

and it encapsulated me.

As I glanced in its direction,

I noticed something unusual.

I had that feeling

that someone

was watching me

from that strange old funky tree.

For a moment it

looked like a woman

sitting on the roof

of the house

across the street.

She was sitting cross-legged,

like a yogi.

She posed tall,

back erect,

her head lifted,

body straight.

Her long arms were wrapped

about her legs

draping over alternate knees.

She was focussing

on something.

She was focused

on me!

She was watching me

from that funky tree.

Her long graying green hair

was wildly waving in the air.

Her body was still,

perfectly still,

as she sat there

watching me,

sizing me up,

studying me

from that funky tree.

I couldn’t stop looking that way.

I wanted to know what she had to say.

I tried to forget about it.

I finished my shower,

I got dressed.

Then entranced,

I had to look again.

I had to see what was happening

to the funky tree

that I could see

through my bathroom window

that is in the yard

of the house

across the street.

That weird old thing!

No longer a woman.

No, she was gone.

Not a tree either.

That tree has somehow morphed

into a new shape,

a new being.

I thought I saw a boy at first.

But it was a boy and a girl

in an embrace.

They were hugging and kissing,

their limbs interlaced.

Right there on top of the roof

of the house across the street,

right where that palm tree used to be!

What were they doing there

living life on the edge?

They had not a care in the world.

They were not aware of me at all

as I stared I watching them

sizing them up

studying them

right there

on that funky tree.

Then suddenly

my concentration broke.

I took a breath

as my mind awoke.

I needed to stop obsessing.

I promised myself

I would not look at it again.

Not even a glance,

I would not take that chance.

I was afraid of

what I might see

next time I look

at that funky tree.

Time passed

and seasons changed.

A new day dawned

as time elapsed.

I just happened

to look out the window

of my bathroom

at the house

across the street.

I could not help myself

at the tree, I glanced.

It was something new,

the colors were a pretty hue.

They were lighter shades

of brown

and gray and blue.

Then I saw him.

He was a wee lad.

He couldn’t be more than four or five.

There was a little boy peeking out

from behind it.

He was behind that funky tree

on the roof

of the house

across the street

playing peek-a-boo with me.

My thoughts raced,

“Hold on!  Don’t fall,”

as I watched him

grasping so gingerly

to the bright green leaves

of the funky tree.

He was laughing and giggling joyfully,

just looking around

seeing what he could see.

He climbed and dangled

from high atop

the old gray palm.

Playing a game of “I Spy,”


he took notice of me

looking at him,

through the window

of my bathroom,

watching him

sizing him up

studying him.

He laughed and grinned

as he ducked behind his fortress

and once again was hidden

behind that strange old tree.

He disappeared

from my view

it’s true.

He was so wise

under the guise

of that funky tree.

I said aloud,

“Go on little guy,

don’t worry why,

Go on and play,

I’ll see you again someday.”

A new day arrived

and I contrived

I would no longer be caught

in a web of thought.

That funky old tree

hasn’t any hold on me.

I would no longer ponder

over and over

about what was taking place

on the roof of the house

across the street.

Why not take a look

and see what I can see?

What could be happening

with that old palm tree?

Soft breezes blow

the faded golden branches

in the sun’s sweet glow.

Something called my name

as I peered through

the window pane,

I was drawn to the image

across the lane.

Ah, it is a woman again!

A lovely young lady,

holding her baby.

For a moment I consider

this apparition to be. . .

The Madonna and Child!

She could be Mother Earth

holding Baby Time!

Either way,

the vision is fine,

and the privilege is mine!

The transcendent femme

was holding him

tenderly in her arms

on the roof of the house

across the street,

however miraculously

that could be!

The babe was nursing,

suckling and thriving,

while living on the branches

of The Tree of Life.

The funky, strange, old tree

in the yard

of the house

across the street!

They appeared warm and free.

She smiled at him lovingly

as the wind blew through

her soft shiny hair.

The sun shone on her face

and she tightened her embrace.

They were alone in their bliss,

and I saw her don a kiss

on the head of her cherubim.

How could I be so incredibly proud?

They were not in the least

interested in me

as I uttered aloud,

“Go in peace, my angels,

Go in peace.”

In my heart they rest,

forever basking

in their timeless love

forsaking everything

that has or will ever exist –

at least that I myself

observed high above

in the yard

of the house

across the street

by that strange,






Melissa Reyes

original 5-23-02

revised 2-7-2012

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