The music and the magic….

Happy Memorial Day….




Today is  “Memorial Day is a United States federal holiday which occurs every year on the final Monday of May.[1] Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.[2] Formerly known as Decoration Day, it originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. By the 20th century, Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service.[3] It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season.”


Quite similar to Veteran’s day it would seem.

Today I want to extend the meaning of Memorial Day.  I want to include the women who have struggled to get out of abusive relationships, the single mothers who fight for the rights of their children.  I want to include those people who diligently fight for the rights of our animal brothers and sisters.  I want to include all those who are fighting some kind of struggle in their life.

This is not to take away from those who have served the country in the forces but rather to include those who serve this country by the struggles they face each and every day.

Those who wake up and get through another day.

So today let’s send out love and prayers to each and every being on the planet.  We all have a struggle and we all have a fight to overcome.

The Coffee Press…

broken french press

I have been using a coffee press since March 2012.  It started when I was traveling to Malaysia and my traveling companion, the narcissist, see post, The Face of Narcissm, asked me to bring along with me a coffee press.  It seems that the Malaysians are not the biggest fans of coffee or rather the hotel rooms do not have coffee makers in them.  It seems tea is more their bag (yes, pun intended).

So I go to Target and rather than buying 1 large coffee press I buy 2 smaller ones because there would come a point during our stay where I was going to be moved out of the hotel room so another guest (the wife) could take my place.  Gladly, none of that transpired but if you haven’t read the story or happen to be living in a cave for the past year here is the  link for you, Scandal in Malaysia.

So I come back home with two small coffee presses.  Wanting to cut back on the usage of electricity and counter space–I give up my coffee maker and continue using the press.  At some point the glass cracked but I still had another one so not a problem at all.

Well, the other day a funny thing happened the second one fell over and glass cracked not in one place but in many places-it was quite an interesting design.  And there I was with no other coffee press and no electric coffee maker.  Now really the title of my Blog should be Sex, Spirit, SoulMates, Chocolate and Coffee,–hmnn maybe I ought to change the title, as I really do need to start the day with a cup of java even if it is decaf.  Well I poured the hot water into a glass stirred up the coffee grounds and somehow managed with a coffee filter to filter the coffee into a cup.

Now here is what I find interesting.  It was the last coffee press that HE had used, and touched. It has his dna on it.  It had his energy imprint-was the universe speaking to me?  Was I somehow getting a coded message about the ties that bind?  Food for thought isn’t it.

So I go off to Target to purchase another coffee press—Macgivering it is ok for one morning but I wanted to be assured there would be no glitches thereafter in the morning production of my black brew.  Do I buy yet another small one? Or do I purchase the bigger coffee press?  I didn’t really need the big one.  The small made enough coffee for one cup ( a rather large cup actually) of coffee for me. Hmnn, but what did that say about my personal relationships if I can only make one cup of coffee in the morning.  So I looked and I stared. I opened the boxes trying to decide which size to get.  Small enough for just me or larger for the possibility of another?

A Target employee asked me if I needed help? Lordy had I been staring at the presses for that long?  What to do, what to do?

I finally decided that I would get the larger coffee press.  The one that would make enough coffee for you and me.  And there on the kitchen counter sits the new coffee press free of ill energy waiting and hopeful for the day when it will pour out its magical elixir for me and the new mister.


The Treasures of my Soul…….


My beloved,

the words I put to paper

flow through from my heart

to express a love

that transcends

time, space and

the poets of old…..


mere words cannot convey

the longings of my soul…..


the poets of old

cannot convey

the love, the desires, the ecstasies

that I have for you


Their words have zero worth if truth be told

For it is my words that are the gold,

the treasures of my soul.


and for you alone

do they exist….


may I be inspired

by Rumi and Neruda


but take delight in my words

for they reflect the treasures

in my soul


that  are yours

and  yours alone

as my heart

soley belongs to you….

~♥ ivonne p montijo ♥~© 2013

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Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day

to all the word press mommies

especially the ones with fur babies!!!

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Today is Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day as we know it — where we celebrate our own mothers, with flowers, gifts, and cards — is relatively new, but annual celebrations to celebrate motherhood are an ancient practice.
The motherhood festivities have historically been in spring, the season of fertility. In ancient Egypt, there were celebrations to honor Isis, the loving mother-goddess, who is often shown in Egyptian art with the baby Horus at her breast, much like Mary and Jesus in later Christian iconography. The cult of the great mother-goddess Cybele began in Turkey and soon moved to Greece and Rome, and she was worshipped in some form for more than a thousand years. Her priestesses led wild celebrations, full of drinking, dancing, music, and all kinds of debauchery.
As the Roman Empire and Europe transitioned to Christianity, the Church set aside the fourth Sunday of Lent as a day to honor motherhood. It was a day to celebrate the Virgin Mary, an…d for people to honor their “mother church.”
In the 1600s, England declared an official Mothering Day for that fourth Sunday of Lent. It was a time when families were encouraged to get together, and servants or workers were allowed one day off work to go see their mothers, since many working-class families in England worked as servants on separate estates and rarely got to see each other. Mothering Day was also declared an exception to the fasting and penance of Lent, so that families could have a feast together.
When the pilgrims came to America, they stopped celebrating Mothering Day, just as they stopped celebrating most holidays that they thought had become too secular. Mother’s Day was reintroduced to America in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe, who wanted to set aside a day of protest after the Civil War, in which mothers could come together and protest their sons killing other mothers’ sons.
But the woman who really created Mother’s Day as we know it was Anna Jarvis. Her mother had held Mother’s Friendship Days to reunite families and neighbors separated during the war, and when she died, her daughter, Anna Jarvis, worked to proclaim an official Mother’s Day to honor her mother and celebrate peace. And so on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother’s Day celebrations took place in Grafton, West Virginia, and at a church in Philadelphia. In 1914, Woodrow Wilson designated the second Sunday of May as Mother’s Day.
But Mother’s Day became commercialized very quickly, especially in the floral industry, and Anna Jarvis was furious. She said, “What will you do to route charlatans, bandits, pirates, racketeers, kidnappers, and other termites that would undermine with their greed one of the finest, noblest, and truest movements and celebrations?” But flower sales and card sales continued to grow, and Anna Jarvis died in poverty and without any children of her own.
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