Okay, so here it is... Darci's "wild" hair!!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Dune Diva
Making time for ourselves is easy to advocate but hard to do. After a full year at elan, I decided it was time for a break. The family loaded up our quads and headed for the California desert. No cell phone. No Internet. Just campfires, grit in the teeth, and sand in the eyes. Oh, I guess I should add paint in the hair. My 16 year old son and his friend got this idea that Steve and I as responsible adults needed a wild hair, so the boys painted ours. Pink for me. Steve boasted blue and orange. The colors photographed nicely and the boys couldn't believe us "fuddy duddies" were so willing.
The daily breeze smoothed the Dumont Dunes for fresh riding each morning. It was exhilarating to feel free from the busy world and just ride. I've somewhat mastered crossing the razorback edge that usually dumps you into what is known as a bowl. In order to "stick" to the wall of the bowl and climb out on the quad, you've got to hit the gas. YA BABY! Well ok, I'm not as fast as my male counter parts, BUT I screamed the loudest. In the midst of a ride, I got a "wild hair" for the May/June issue. You are going to love it - paint and all!
The daily breeze smoothed the Dumont Dunes for fresh riding each morning. It was exhilarating to feel free from the busy world and just ride. I've somewhat mastered crossing the razorback edge that usually dumps you into what is known as a bowl. In order to "stick" to the wall of the bowl and climb out on the quad, you've got to hit the gas. YA BABY! Well ok, I'm not as fast as my male counter parts, BUT I screamed the loudest. In the midst of a ride, I got a "wild hair" for the May/June issue. You are going to love it - paint and all!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Purpose
Headed south to Mesquiite and Logandale, Nevada today with sales executive, Paula Bell. Enjoyed visiting our clients. High Desert Design has a fabulous show room and lots of STUFF to go along with my living room re-design I'm taking on in the next few weeks.
While in Nevada, I met with a lovely woman that we will feature in the Sept/Oct issue. This beautiful, 51 year old, mother of 8...yes, 8 (with a set of twins in the mix) was such an inspiration to my heart.
As we chatted I pondered her extreme humility in acknowledging her MANY talents. As a matter of fact, when I initially called her, she didn't see herself in the creative light that I had heard of. Sharing some time with her today, my soul was elevated by her kindness and admiration for the work that's been done with elan woman. However, it was I who was inspired by her spirit. "You, a gorgeous mother of 8, so talented in your own right...it is MY privilege to spend this moment with you." Divinely unique, yet like others I've come to know...she was unsure of the question, "what's next?"
Deep in trying to unravel my own evolution, I shared with her what I have learned. "It isn't until we accept the magnitude of the fullness of our purpose can we really know what is next. When you embrace the awesome presence of your existence in this moment, you will become alive and ready to experience what is next." She truly is an incredible spirit...what a treat to have a new girlfriend. I'll share her with you in the fall issue of elan.
Thanks Paula for joining me on a little road trip. I revived my energy source with great conversation, string cheese, and of course, a cold diet coke!
While in Nevada, I met with a lovely woman that we will feature in the Sept/Oct issue. This beautiful, 51 year old, mother of 8...yes, 8 (with a set of twins in the mix) was such an inspiration to my heart.
As we chatted I pondered her extreme humility in acknowledging her MANY talents. As a matter of fact, when I initially called her, she didn't see herself in the creative light that I had heard of. Sharing some time with her today, my soul was elevated by her kindness and admiration for the work that's been done with elan woman. However, it was I who was inspired by her spirit. "You, a gorgeous mother of 8, so talented in your own right...it is MY privilege to spend this moment with you." Divinely unique, yet like others I've come to know...she was unsure of the question, "what's next?"
Deep in trying to unravel my own evolution, I shared with her what I have learned. "It isn't until we accept the magnitude of the fullness of our purpose can we really know what is next. When you embrace the awesome presence of your existence in this moment, you will become alive and ready to experience what is next." She truly is an incredible spirit...what a treat to have a new girlfriend. I'll share her with you in the fall issue of elan.
Thanks Paula for joining me on a little road trip. I revived my energy source with great conversation, string cheese, and of course, a cold diet coke!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Dirty Jobs...
It has been a fast paced week at elan. We've been designing the May/June issue and it's going to be beautiful. I'll give you a hint...lots of color...hmmm...that could be interpreted several ways so I'll let the imagination run wild. This time of year I think I just feel wild anyway with the glorious seasonal temperatures. However, slipping into a short sleeve shirt I was reminded of the importance of exercise. Some how that part of my life has been skipped since launching the magazine and it shows. The dangling skin flapping as I gave a girlfriend wave to a neighbor was a true sign to pick up the weights.
Yesterday while driving out to Ivins, Utah, I hit a pot hole from road construction. Well, so I don't sound totally blonde, I swerved to miss one hole that led me smack into a smaller hole, puncturing my tire. I pulled over and wasn't out of my car 30 seconds before a young police officer from the City of Ivins pulled up (law of attraction at work). He offered to change my tire. Instead, I insisted he teach me to change the tire on this rather new car that I have. Down on all fours in my flowing silk skirt, I felt like I was filming an episode of Dirty Jobs. When the task was through my hands were black, my skirt damaged, but the good news is, NO BROKEN NAILS! And, I can now change a tire if need be. Thank you to my darling officer in Ivins for taking the time to stop. Of course I sent him off with a hug and a copy of elan!
Today it's off to the Soup N Bowl (I made a bowl...but it's completely unconventional since I decorated it with bling), then dolling up for the Dixie State College "Fire & Ice" gala tonight. Monday it's the regional Women's Conference and somewhere inbetween, I'll lift a few weights, or carry a few grocery bags...isn't that the same?
Yesterday while driving out to Ivins, Utah, I hit a pot hole from road construction. Well, so I don't sound totally blonde, I swerved to miss one hole that led me smack into a smaller hole, puncturing my tire. I pulled over and wasn't out of my car 30 seconds before a young police officer from the City of Ivins pulled up (law of attraction at work). He offered to change my tire. Instead, I insisted he teach me to change the tire on this rather new car that I have. Down on all fours in my flowing silk skirt, I felt like I was filming an episode of Dirty Jobs. When the task was through my hands were black, my skirt damaged, but the good news is, NO BROKEN NAILS! And, I can now change a tire if need be. Thank you to my darling officer in Ivins for taking the time to stop. Of course I sent him off with a hug and a copy of elan!
Today it's off to the Soup N Bowl (I made a bowl...but it's completely unconventional since I decorated it with bling), then dolling up for the Dixie State College "Fire & Ice" gala tonight. Monday it's the regional Women's Conference and somewhere inbetween, I'll lift a few weights, or carry a few grocery bags...isn't that the same?
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