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Frosting shots at Cupcake Jones

Frosting shots at Cupcake Jones

Never, until today, have I heard of frosting shots.  All I can say is, “WOW.”

Today is Treat Tuesday and our trio of treat seekers went to Cupcake Jones.  Had I any idea how delectable the frosting is on their cupcakes I would have had a shot of frosting. Alas, life is a journey and we learn as we live.  Which is to say I ordered a cupcake.  Mocha Almond Fudge.

The cupcake was pretty tasty, but the frosting was the real treat and I found myself eating it first, leaving a quarter of the cake behind entirely.

There’s a life lesson here.

Some treats are better than others. Some days are better than others. Some parts of the treat are better than others.  Some moments in the day are better than others. It’s perfectly ok to eat the frosting and leave the cake. Savor the best moments of the day and let go of the rest.

Holding on to moments, events, conversations (or cake) of the day that displease you puts unnecessary junk (calories) in your brain (on your hips) that does not serve you.

So what I’m really saying here is that everything I need to know about life I learned from a cupcake. You know, that kind of works for me.


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Spicy, dark drinking chocolate

Spicy, dark drinking chocolate

Sitting on a park bench reading the underlined passages in my copy of Ask And It Is Given, I was reminded of the power of feeling good. “There is no greater gift you can give than your own happiness.”

Esther and Jerry go on to say that when we are happy, everyone around us benefits (which is now scientifically proven by Fowler and Christakis).

I don’t know about you, but when I think happiness, chocolate is almost sure to follow. This is an opportune time to practice seizing the moment.

In the interest of happiness and the greater good for all, I quickly texted my two chocolate-loving co-workers and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves sitting at Cacao.

Cacao is a heavenly place.  It’s nirvana smack-dab in the middle of Portland, Oregon. And we three, sipping, savoring our drinkable chocolate were elevated to levels of joy untold.  The spicy dark chocolate with a touch of cayenne is my favorite.  I pledge my undying love to it.

We were all so thrilled with ourselves and the liquid loveliness before us that we decided we should do something fabulous every single week. Tuesdays are a good day for fabulousness, we decided. “Treat Tuesdays,” affirmed Kristin. And so it is.

From now until forever we are celebrating Treat Tuesdays with something marvelous. I highly recommend you join us.

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Joy Quote

Joy Quote

Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.   – Erma Bombeck

It’s Friday.  Not that that should matter so much if we’re living in the moment; but for those of us who are still climbing the slippery slopes of enlightenment it serves as a reminder.

Say it with me joyous people: Today I will enjoy each and every moment.  Especially the ones that involve chocolate.

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Enlightened Graffiti - OM,  2003 Michele M. Larsen

Enlightened Graffiti - OM, 2003 Michele M. Larsen


I have the house to myself for 3 hours.  That’s 180 precious minutes.  Or, if we’re living in the moment, 10,800 miraculous seconds.    It’s like nirvana.

It’s just me and my two let’s-sleep-for-19-hours-a-day dogs.  All I can hear is the whirl of the air conditioner, the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard, and the occasional deep sigh.  Aahhhh…

There’s an amazing peace I feel when I’m alone in my house. It’s such a rare and decadent delight that it begs for celebration.

So here I sit with olives, wine and cheese.  And quiet.

Having pleased my ears and my tongue, I am unwound.  Thoroughly relaxed into one of ten thousand moments, I am quiet.  The house is quiet.  And joy bubbles up in the slow, sweet silence.

It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts.  -K.T. Jong

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In the conference room of my office today I took a quick break from a group envelope stuffing project to sip a bit of my freshly-made mocha.  When the yummy caffeine concoction hit my tongue and warmth slid down my throat I moaned my love and appreciation so audibly that my coworkers stopped their stuffing to look up at me.  I just couldn’t help myself.  I was in pure rapture and sound escaped before my brain could flash the “WARNING: People will think you’re weird” light.

In an attempt at recovery I said, “Oh, I’m sorry.  I just LOVE this mocha.”

That’s when it hit me: joy IS love. Anytime I enjoy something it necessary follows that I love it; otherwise it would be merely acceptable.  I love / enjoy the sunshine, my kids smiles, a nice hot shower, (obviously) good mochas…  It also occurs to me that the things I truly enjoy / love I also feel a deep reverence for.  To me, there is something divine in sunshine, smiling children, hot showers and yes, a really good mocha.

Do you suppose that joy, love and divinity are all the same thing?

What if every time we feel that moaning-good-mocha feeling we are actually sending up little prayers of gratitude and joy?  Mantras of of love and reverence that ripple out and cause distant flowers to bloom?

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

-Henry Ward Beecher

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Mom and I arrived in San Diego yesterday for a girl’s weekend with long-time friend and mom’s ex-business partner Ginita.  After a leisurely lunch of chicken Caesar salad and chardonnay, we headed for the beach.

The ocean breeze ran through our hair, the fresh salt air filled our lungs, and the fine sand kissed our toes with every step.  There are few things as pleasing to feet as walking barefoot on a sandy beach. 

Add to that popping the washed-up kelp bubbles like a child jumping on plastic bubble-wrap and I felt as though I was 4, rather than 40.  A fabulous day, indeed.

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At 3:00 in the afternoon today I had plenty to do.  It’s Memorial Day, the last day of a 3-day weekend and I still had laundry to do, kids to bathe, lizard food to buy, dinner to eat, dogs to feed, birthday invitations to create…

But today was a stellar day: 70-something degrees and sunny with a slight breeze. The kind of day that makes you want to do everything outside.  So when my friend Olga offered me a cocktail on her fabulous front porch, I quickly dismissed all the chores that had yet to be done.

We sat in the wooden rockers, looking out at the neighborhood, sipping our lemon drops and chit-chatting about this and that.  An hour went lazily by and I licked every last drop of sugar off the rim of my glass, enjoying the company of a friend on a soon-to-be summer’s day.

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