tag:caylabrooke.com,2005:/blogs/pushing-past-the-fear?p=2Cayla's Blog2024-03-22T08:00:00-07:00Cayla Brookefalsetag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/73707042024-03-22T08:00:00-07:002024-03-22T08:00:03-07:00The Unyielding Call of Creativity: Why I Can’t Just Walk Away<p data-block-id="f9e6518d-8a1d-4da3-9a15-965078b07e45">Why do I do this?</p><p data-block-id="3c95f46b-1f8f-431d-a4d1-008149cd10bb">Why don’t I give up?</p><p data-block-id="95a0d26d-9c31-4e51-adc5-24a22473b3ec">Life would be so much easier if I were normal. <br><br>I have this conversation with myself at least once a week. <span lang="EN-US">The lure of a normal life calls to me.</span> </p><p data-block-id="95a0d26d-9c31-4e51-adc5-24a22473b3ec"><strong>What would life be like spending my money on travel instead of recording?</strong> Or being on social media to connect with friends instead of promoting something. <br><br>And then I wonder if I’m even making a difference. <strong>Why was I given this gift? Maybe it’s not a gift. Maybe I suck, and I don’t realize it.</strong> But music is a part of me—a part of my soul. When I’m on stage, I feel the most at home. The connection with the audience is like nothing I’ve experienced before.</p><p data-block-id="9cf4917b-28e3-42f6-b7f9-6d0036ca63d7">But I’m tired of striving and getting nowhere.</p><p data-block-id="1c87b866-e080-4efd-9356-6a7939027e4a">We’ve all been there at some time or another. The struggle seems so strenuous that you feel like a voice singing in the wilderness. No one to hear you but the vulture circling above you, and he’s wearing headphones.</p><p data-block-id="d785c485-0862-4a5f-8354-8802bacd5714">Is there an oasis ahead? Or is it more of the arid desert blistering your ambition in its searing heat? <br><br>I’ve experienced the oasis—the beauty of an attentive audience and glowing comments from a fan of my work. And my cup overflows, and I’m ready to tackle the world. Nothing can stop me—until the grassy path I’m on dries, and I’m in the desert again—parched.</p><p data-block-id="7f5ea626-7b97-409c-9f52-ad05d648f1c3">I don’t know the answer. All I know is I keep pulling myself up and trying again. Why? Because I can’t seem to not do it. <br><br><strong>Music is as much a part of my life as my morning coffee.</strong> Believe me, I’ve tried. Like Michael Corleone, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.</p><p>It doesn’t make it easy, and none of us knows what the future holds. All I know is that my only job is to keep taking it one step at a time, so I do. </p><p>Sometimes, those steps are made by pure determination. Or I might take a little break to regain my strength or have a good cry. I’ll go for a walk or read the kind things others have said about my work in the past. The most important thing is to keep taking a step, even if it’s tiny, like writing a blog post.</p><p data-block-id="696918f3-210a-4d1d-8f0c-63dc0af1e871">So tell me, what do you struggle with? How do you keep going?</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/73679162024-03-15T23:46:02-07:002024-03-15T23:46:02-07:00Blue Bayou and Me: The Independent Path of Music Creation<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/233359/0a05a3a58d80522f0c22a25fa87a6f064bbb5754/original/sky-blue-simple-music-album-cover-facebook-cover-800-x-1200-px.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==" class="size_orig justify_center border_" height="1260" /><p>There’s something magical about the moment a song clicks with you; it's not just heard but felt. That was "Blue Bayou" for me—an iconic tune that’s always tugged at my soul. But transforming this connection into a cover was more than a musical endeavour; it was a journey through the multifaceted life of an independent artist.</p><p><strong>The Many Hats of an Independent Musician</strong>: As indie artists, we’re the captains of our ships, navigating through the open seas of creativity, marketing, production, and beyond. Each hat I wear—from the studio headphones to the social media strategist’s cap—brings its own set of waves, some soothing, some tumultuous. Like the time I found myself deep-diving into YouTube tutorials at 2 AM, trying to crack the code of the perfect Instagram algorithm-friendly post. Or when I sat at the piano, with my snoring beagle for company, piecing together another song.</p><p><strong>The Emotional Rollercoaster</strong>: This journey is a rollercoaster where excitement and doubt ride side by side. There’s the thrill of hitting the right chord, the joy of a melody coming to life, matched with the whispering shadows of 'what-ifs.' What if it doesn’t resonate? What if the essence of the song gets lost in translation? Yet, amidst these echoing doubts, the act of creation itself becomes the beacon guiding me forward.</p><p><strong>The Art of Letting Go</strong>: Releasing "Blue Bayou" and “When We Danced” into the world were my lessons in letting go. In this industry, attaching your heart to outcomes is like trying to catch smoke—elusive and fleeting. I learned to release not for charts or accolades but for the art itself, for the chance to share a piece of my world through melody and lyrics. It’s a delicate dance between passion and detachment, where the truest success is found in the courage to share your voice.</p><p><strong>Navigating Ups and Downs</strong>: Every release writes its own story of highs and lows. There are days when the feedback fills you with light, and days when silence feels like an echo chamber. Through it all, the community—listeners, fellow musicians, friends—becomes the anchor. Their support, the comments that trickle in, the shared stories of how a lyric touched a heart, remind me why I embarked on this path.</p><p><strong>The Hope That Drives Us</strong>: Hope is the melody that plays on repeat. It’s the possibility that "Blue Bayou" finds its way to someone who needed that song in that moment. It’s about adding a brushstroke to the vast canvas of music history, even if it's just a tiny speck. This hope, this dream of connection, is what drives me to the studio, to the stage, and to the keyboard to share these thoughts with you.</p><p><a class="no-pjax" href="https://tr.ee/u_QaeLXiaA" data-link-type="url"><strong>I released Blue Bayou today</strong></a>. And with it came all the fears, joy and doubts. And I remind myself, it's about the art, Cayla. It's about the art. <br><br>I invite you to listen to it. Let’s celebrate the journey, the art, and the connections we make through the notes we share.</p><p>The path of an independent musician is as challenging as it is rewarding, but every step, note, and word is a testament to the undying spirit of creativity. To everyone who’s listened, shared, and supported—thank you. Our journey continues, and I’m glad we’re on this road together.<br> </p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==" class="size_m justify_inline border_" height="233" /><p>PS - <a class="no-pjax" href="https://tr.ee/u_QaeLXiaA" target="_blank" data-link-type="url"><strong>You can listen to Blue Bayou by clicking on this link</strong></a></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/71524322023-02-11T16:05:11-08:002023-10-16T07:50:57-07:00How to use the Feed Your Soul Checklist<p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/233359/b59612e90cba57ada2d54cfe1e71c15c05ad8e64/original/blog-post.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==" class="size_orig justify_center border_" />Feeding your soul is essential if you want to live a fulfilled life. But, to do so consistently, you must be intentional.</span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">The </span><a class="no-pjax" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/63097dbe2812b898e99a8e7d" target="_blank" data-link-type="url"><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong>Monthly Feed Your Soul Checklists</strong></span></a><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"> provide plenty of ideas. But unless you actively use them, they will remain just that - ideas on a page.</span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Let's fix that.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong>Review the current month's checklist and highlight what appeals to you.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Now take out your calendar, and let's start scheduling.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong><u>Daily</u></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Schedule something simple to do every day</span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">get outside for a walk</span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Read a book. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Take a bath. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Meditate. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Do something creative. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Work in the garden.</span></li>
</ul><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><i>Tip: If you have an appointment, check beforehand to see if there are any parks or trails in the area. Then schedule time before or after your appointment to visit the park for a walk.</i></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong><u>Weekly</u></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Connect with people you care about. </span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">schedule a coffee </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">telephone call with a friend. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Date with your spouse. Etc.</span></li>
</ul><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong><u>Monthly</u></strong></span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Take part in a Challenge.</span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Do something special for yourself. Book a massage. Manicure. Hair Cut.</span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Schedule something that takes some planning. Games night with friends. Dinner Party. An outing.</span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Buy tickets to something.</span></li>
</ul><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong><u>Quarterly</u></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Schedule something to look forward to. </span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">A weekend away. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Vacation. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">A special outing. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">A big-ticket concert or show.</span></li>
</ul><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Write everything down on your calendar. Review your calendar daily. Stay intentional.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">That's the intentional part. But what about spontaneity? </span></p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"> Adding spontaneity into your life can bring a sense of excitement and adventure. It can help you break out of your routine and experience something new and exciting.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong>Daily:</strong> </span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">When on your daily walk, explore a new area. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Take a different route to work and explore a new neighbourhood. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">If you get an invitation out of the blue - say yes!</span></li>
</ul><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong>Weekly:</strong> </span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Try a new restaurant or activity in your city. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Invite friends out for a spontaneous night out.</span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Impromptu coffee with a friend</span></li>
</ul><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong>Monthly</strong>: </span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Schedule a trip to a town you've never been to. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Take the day off and do something unexpected.</span></li>
</ul><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);"><strong>Quarterly:</strong> </span></p><ul>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Book a spontaneous weekend getaway to a new place. </span></li>
<li><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">Take a short flight to a nearby city and explore.</span></li>
</ul><p> </p><p><span style="color:rgb(14,16,26);">No matter what you choose to do, try to make spontaneity a regular part of your life. You never know what exciting new experiences it can bring. And with that, a soul that is fed.</span></p><p> </p><p><a class="no-pjax" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/63097dbe2812b898e99a8e7d" target="_blank" data-link-type="url">Click here to get a copy of the latest Feed Your Soul Checklist</a>. It's chock full of ideas that will light you up.</p><p> </p><p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/71308802022-12-31T11:40:20-08:002023-02-11T15:58:21-08:00Good Things Come in Threes (Even Goals)<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/1e33200ccb98458b003ccfa1c333a909758d903a/original/blog-post-4.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_none" alt="" />We’ve all heard good things come in threes. And in my experience, they often do. Spiritually the number three denotes Divine Perfection. </p>
<p>Why not take the perfection power of three and apply it to your goals this year – here’s how. </p>
<p> </p>
<h3>Three Years </h3>
<p>Take a moment to dream. Imagine yourself in 3 years? What does a Divalicious life look like for you? You could imagine a perfect day. What do you see? Ask yourself the following questions. </p>
<p>How do I contribute? <br>How do I feel? <br>How do I look? <br>What am I doing? <br>Where do I live? <br>Who am I with? </p>
<p>Now ask yourself, who do I need to become to accomplish this? What do I need to do to get there? </p>
<p>Next, do a brain dump and write everything down. </p>
<p><strong>Homework:</strong> <em>If you have time, create a vision board. I suggest you make a digital one. The use it as your screensaver on your computer and telephone. Then if you want have a large poster of it printed off to hang on your wall. A constant reminder of the Divalicious Life you're working towards. </em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<h3>Three Broad Divalicious Goals </h3>
<p>Now it's time for future you to meet current you. Choose three broad goals from the three-year Divalicious vision of yourself. </p>
<p>Perhaps you saw yourself fit and healthy but you’re reading this while eating from a bag of Doritos. </p>
<p>Or maybe you see yourself travelling the world and exotic places, but you’re currently in debt. </p>
<p>You could see yourself as an NYT Bestselling author signing your book on tour, but you haven’t written a word of a book and don’t know where to start. </p>
<p>Three broad goals from the above scenarios could be – </p>
<ol> <li>I want to get in the best shape of my life </li> <li>Financial Freedom </li> <li>Published Author </li>
</ol>
<p><em>Note: You'll notice these aren't S.M.A.R.T. goals - Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic and Time bound. They're broad and you alone know what they mean fully. Sometimes it's easier to begin with and idea and then move inward. </em></p>
<p> </p>
<h3>Three Yearly Goals </h3>
<p>Looking at the above three broad goals, choose three specific goals you can do within one year. These goals should excite you and set you on the road to your Divalicious life you desire. These goals should be tough enough that you have to work at them, but not so hard that you'll feel like a failure by Feb 1st. </p>
<ol> <li>Lose 30lbs </li> <li>Pay off Credit Cards </li> <li>Write the first draft of my book </li>
</ol>
<p> </p>
<h3>Quarterly Goals </h3>
<p>From here, you can write your three goals for the next Divalicious quarter. </p>
<ol> <li>Lose 12 lbs </li> <li>Pay down 1500 on the Visa </li> <li>Write three chapters of my book </li>
</ol>
<p> </p>
<h3>Monthly Goals </h3>
<p>Next write down your three goals for the month </p>
<ol> <li>Lose 4 lbs </li> <li>Pay $500 extra on Visa </li> <li>Write Chapter 1 of my book </li>
</ol>
<p> </p>
<h3>Weekly Goals </h3>
<p>Now it’s time to get to the nitty-gritty of how you will accomplish your monthly goals. This week, choose three things to do to help you achieve your monthly plan. These are your Friday Feed My Soul I did this for me Goals. </p>
<ol> <li>Work out at the Gym 3x </li> <li>Sell the old china downstairs and use the money to pay down the Visa </li> <li>Write 500 words a day T-F </li>
</ol>
<p> </p>
<h3>Daily Goals </h3>
<p>And finally, what three goals will you do today to help you with your Friday Feed My Soul I did this for me Goals? </p>
<ol> <li>Go to the gym today like a Divalicious Rock Star! </li> <li>Research pricing online for the china </li> <li>Prepare a storyline for my NYT best selling book </li>
</ol>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>Bonus tip #1</strong>: <em>Look at your goals daily, including the three-year, annual, and quarterly. It keeps your vision in front of you and helps you stay on track. Re-evaluate your progress mid-year and adjust as required. No judgment needed. Only thoughtful action. </em></p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>Bonus tip #2</strong>: <em>Be flexible. Sometimes goals have to change because of life. Remember 2020? So be prepared to pivot. </em></p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>Bonus tip #3</strong>: <em>Habits support your goals. Goals are the big dreams, but it's the daily habits that are the tiny steps you take to reach them. </em></p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>Bonus tip #4</strong>: <em>Choose goals from different areas of your life. ie health, finances, relationships, work. A Divalicious Life is a well rounded life.</em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>If you are consistent with the above, you will accomplish much more than you can imagine. </p>
<p>Will 2023 be one of your most Divalicious years ever? It could be if you think in<strong> threes</strong>.</p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>
<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/71143922022-11-30T21:00:00-08:002022-12-26T15:02:10-08:0020 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MOVIES <p>It’s the most wonderful time of year. </p>
<p>Eggnog, cozy fires, and Christmas Movies. </p>
<p>We all know Elf, White Christmas and Scrooge – (Alastair Sims please). Well, here’s a list of 20 movies to watch that are outside of the ‘norm’</p>
<p> </p>
<p><a contents="The Thin Man" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54d-qxLgYaE" target="_blank">The Thin Man</a> – 1934 William Powell and Margaret Loy, Turner Classic Movies. (Dec 31st – Thin Man three movies) – I love the Thin Man Movies. They are fun who dunnits, full of class and charm. The wit and banter can’t be beat. But word of warning, don’t do a drinking game with this one. You’ll lose. - Prime Video (USA), Library </p>
<p><a contents="The Shop Around the Corner" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n6s5rynumo" target="_blank">The Shop Around the Corner</a> - 1940 – Jimmy Stewart, Margaret Sullivan, Turner Classic Movies (Dec 20, Dec 24) – before Jimmy was Jimmy in It’s a Wonderful Life - Prime Video (USA), Library </p>
<p><a contents="Klaus" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n6s5rynumo" target="_blank">Klaus</a> – Animated. “A true act of kindness always sparks another.” I loved this movie. A charming look at how it all started. Entertaining and fun to watch. – Netflix </p>
<p><a contents="Fred Claus" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n6s5rynumo" target="_blank">Fred Claus</a> – 2007 Vince Vauhn, Paul Giamatti. Santa's bitter older brother is forced to move to the North Pole to help – Irreverent. Funny. And Christmas feels. Plus, I have a hard time not liking something Paul Giamatti is in. - Prime Video </p>
<p><a contents="Auntie Mame" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gsRMtl70aQ" target="_blank">Auntie Mame</a> – 1958, Rosalind Russel – My friend Jim introduced me to this one. A must see. An eccentric woman adopts an orphan boy and introduces him to a variety of experiences. She eventually becomes wealthy when a millionaire she marries dies in an accident. – Rent Cineplex Odeon </p>
<p><a contents="The Family Stone" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gsRMtl70aQ" target="_blank">The Family Stone</a> – 2005 – All star Cast. If you’re into big casts of stars like Love Actually, check out this one. Love. Christmas. Family. What’s not to love? – Prime Video </p>
<p><a contents="The Bishop’s Wife" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gsRMtl70aQ" target="_blank">The Bishop’s Wife</a> – 1947 – Cary Grant, David Niven, Loretta Young. “All of us know that angels don't walk the earth like natural men—and definitely not in the image of that debonair rascal, Gary Grant.” Need I say more? – Prime Video, or watch here </p>
<p><a contents="The Christmas Chronicles" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaeDa_Uempk&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">The Christmas Chronicles</a> – 2018 – Curt Russel. My husband loves this one – must be the whole grumpy Santa thing. – Netflix </p>
<p><a contents="A Christmas Memory" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lmjU54i6R4&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">A Christmas Memory</a> – 1966 – Geraldine Page, Truman Capote narrates – This is beautiful. Under an hour. Poetic. Here it is on YouTube </p>
<p><a contents="One Magic Christmas" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBc2MGwPeu4" target="_blank">One Magic Christmas</a> – 1988 – Mary Steenburgen. This is a drama. Not your typical Christmas fare. But it has an angel and the wonderful Mary Steenburgen. And a ton of Canadian talent in it. It takes a while for the happy ending, but it comes. My husband loves this movie. It’s hard to find – but you can rent it on YouTube. </p>
<p><a contents="Spirited" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBc2MGwPeu4" target="_blank">Spirited</a> – 2022 – A musical version of Charles Dickens' story of a miserly misanthrope who's taken on a magical journey. Starring Will Ferrell & Vancouver’s own Ryan Reynolds – Apple+ TV </p>
<p><a contents="Millions" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBc2MGwPeu4" target="_blank">Millions</a> – 2004 – “a big-hearted film about how good deeds trump consumerism, while still agreeing that buying stuff is pretty great fun. In other words, it captures the real spirit of Christmas better than almost any other film in the past few decades.” You can watch on Disney+ or rent on Amazon </p>
<p><a contents="Arthur Christmas" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tk-WZSqIGQ" target="_blank">Arthur Christmas</a> – 2011 Santa's clumsy son Arthur sets out on a mission with Grandsanta to give out a present they misplaced to a young girl in less than two hours. Voices of Bill Nighy, Hugh Laurie, Jim Broadbent. And Imelda Staunton. You can rent it on Netflix </p>
<p><a contents="The Man Who Came to Dinner" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tk-WZSqIGQ" target="_blank">The Man Who Came to Dinner</a> – 1942 Movie (2000 Play) A pompous lecturer is forced to spend the winter inside a prominent Ohio family's home due to injury and proceeds to meddle with the lives of everyone in the household. You must purchase the DVD to watch it, unless it’s playing on Turner Classic. But in 2000 Nathan Lane starred in a theatrical production. It’s on YouTube. </p>
<p><a contents="The Lemon Drop Kid" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhCiBWEamxE" target="_blank">The Lemon Drop Kid</a> – 1951 Lively Bob Hope caper based on a Damon Runyon story. Hope plays the titular con artist whose betting mistake leaves gangster Moose Moran $10,000 out of pocket. Given until Christmas to come up with the cash, he goes into scamming overdrive. Watch it on YouTube </p>
<p><a contents="Holiday Affair" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhCiBWEamxE" target="_blank">Holiday Affair</a> – 1949 Charming seasonal clerk Steve Mason (Robert Mitchum) catches beautiful Connie Ennis (Janet Leigh) in a fraudulent shopping scheme during the busy Christmas rush. But when he discovers that Ennis is a war widow and single mother, Mason takes pity on her and can't bring himself to turn her in. His supervisor takes notice and fires him on the spot. Mason befriends Connie and her young son, Timmy (Gordon Gebert), and may complicate her plans to marry boring nice guy Carl Davis (Wendell Corey). You can watch it on Prime. </p>
<p><a contents="The Man Who Invented Christmas" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nx3ctBjG6yI&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">The Man Who Invented Christmas</a> – 2017 In 1843 London, author Charles Dickens finds himself in financial trouble after writing three unsuccessful novels in a row. Desperate for a hit, Dickens relies on real-life inspiration and his vivid imagination to bring Ebenezer Scrooge, Tiny Tim and other classic characters to life in "A Christmas Carol," forever changing the holiday season into the celebration known today. Rent on Prime. </p>
<p><a contents="All I Want for Christmas" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpP2LJv_Bc0&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">All I Want for Christmas</a> – 1991 Ethan (Ethan Randall) and Hallie O'Fallon (Thora Birch) are two siblings who wish that their divorced mom, Catherine (Harley Jane Kozak) would reunite with their dad, Michael (Jamey Sheridan). As Christmas approaches, the kids manage to lock their mother's fiancé, Tony (Kevin Nealon), in an ice cream truck and have him whisked off to New Jersey, all in an attempt to make their mom believe that she's been stood up. The ploy works, and ex-husband Michael is waiting in the wings. You can rent it on Prime. </p>
<p><a contents="While You Were Sleeping" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsJxyUvkB_E" target="_blank">While You Were Sleeping</a> – 1995 Lonely transit worker Lucy Eleanor Moderatz (Sandra Bullock) pulls her longtime crush, Peter (Peter Gallagher), from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he's in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Lucy causes Peter's family to assume that she is his fiancée. When Lucy doesn't correct them, they take her into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when she finds herself falling for Peter's sheepish brother, Jack (Bill Pullman). You can rent it on Prime. </p>
<p><a contents="The Nutcracker and the Four Realms" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXfxLIuNJvw" target="_blank">The Nutcracker and the Four Realms</a> – 2018 Young Clara needs a magical, one-of-a-kind key to unlock a box that contains a priceless gift. A golden thread leads her to the coveted key, but it soon disappears into a strange and mysterious parallel world. In that world, she meets a soldier named Phillip, a group of mice and the regents who preside over three realms. Clara and Phillip must now enter a fourth realm to retrieve the key and restore harmony to the unstable land. You Can rent it on Prime.</p>
<p>Happy watching,</p>
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<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/70976502022-11-10T19:37:27-08:002022-11-17T16:04:16-08:00Soapbox or Soulbox.<p>Today I went to send a quick grocery list to my husband. The typical loaf of bread and eggs checklist that's a rite of passage for every spouse. </p>
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<p>But I got sidetracked when searching for the Grocery folder on the notes on my phone. </p>
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<p>There it was, a purple folder, "Feed My Soul Notes." </p>
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<p>A few years ago, I became aware of how I felt after certain things happened. There were evenings when I laid my head on my pillow and had an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. On other days I felt like I had wasted the day. </p>
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<p><strong>I wanted to know what made the difference in the way I felt. Why did some things feed my soul and others drain it? </strong></p>
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<p>So I started to keep notes. I wrote down everything that happened on days that felt like a million dollars. On days that felt in the red, I wrote about them too. I kept track of it all. </p>
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<p>Today, I read some of those entries. </p>
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<p>My search for the connection was obvious. What was it? Was it the community? The spontaneity? I wanted to find the answer to what fed the soul. </p>
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<p>I did. </p>
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<p>It was interesting to see where it all started. This 'Feed My Soul' movement, of one.</p>
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<p>Here I am years later, still on my soapbox. Or maybe it's a Soul box. But, I'm stopping short of handing out pamphlets on the street corner to anyone brave enough to pass by, for now.</p>
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<p>It's important. It's more than that; dare I say, it's vital. </p>
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<p><strong>We're in this life for such a short time. Shouldn't our days have meaning? </strong></p>
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<p>Things have grown since I first started. When I began, I wrote a checklist of things to do to feed your soul. Then I wrote a seasonal list. Now it's monthly. </p>
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<p>And you can get a Feed Your Soul checklist (Northern Hemisphere) every month for free. It's chock-full of things to do and experience for a specific month. And if you do any of them with intention, you'll have a better month than if you don't. </p>
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<p>Don't believe me? Give it a try. </p>
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<p><strong><a contents="You can get your free copy here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/63097dbe2812b898e99a8e7d" target="_blank">You can get your free copy here</a>.</strong> </p>
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<p>And then, I'll send you a new checklist every month. So you, too, can experience it every day. </p>
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<p>Because every day is the perfect day to Feed your Soul.</p>
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<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/70581952022-09-11T20:27:42-07:002022-11-07T19:32:48-08:00Feed Your Soul - September <p>The season is changing. Spiders are spinning whispers of webs on anything attached to my home. My evening walks collide with dusk. Morning light is sleeping in. </p>
<p><strong>Autumn is announcing its arrival whether I want it to or not. </strong></p>
<p>It’s time to be proactive when it comes to feeding my soul. So, I’ve put together a list of 40 things to help feed the soul during September. And I’d love to share it with you. </p>
<p><strong>This list isn’t like any other you’ll find on the internet.</strong> And it's unlikely you could do them all in 30 days. But, there should be something on this list for everyone. </p>
<p>Feeding the soul has many aspects. So, it’s more than a list that says to pick apples. Although picking apples is fun. </p>
<p><a contents="You can check it out here and see for yourself" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/63097dbe2812b898e99a8e7d" target="_blank">You can check it out here and see for yourself</a>.</p>
<p>In the meantime,</p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b50d61e9f99fc82b5e0eb4ff8cfa16d49e8b0dae/original/stay-divalicious-sig.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/70168082022-07-21T05:00:00-07:002022-07-21T05:00:01-07:00I'm a Fortunate Cookie<p>During the summer of 2021, I decided to join a songwriting challenge. It would give me something to do outside of the ordinary since I had stayed home for 2 years in a row during the pandemic. I needed some variety. </p>
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<p>The challenge was simple. We were given prompts and challenged to write and upload a song to the group within the week. Challenge accepted. </p>
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<p>I wrote some mediocre songs and one song that was nothing more than a theme. But, creativity is what it is, and writing within the confines of a challenge is, well, challenging. </p>
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<p>But no challenge was more potent than the week my prompt was a picture of a Fortune Cookie. So what the hell was I going to write about a fortune cookie? </p>
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<p>My mind raced. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Our love is like take-out. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>And I've ordered chop suey. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>But sooner or later, my lips will say phooey. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm hungry again. </em></p>
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<p>God help me! My lyrical mind was blank. All week!</p>
<p>And then, my muse appeared the night before I had to upload the song. She must have seen me sweating. So, together, we came up with a concept. </p>
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<p>The following day, I woke up and wrote the song. What a fortunate cookie I was. </p>
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<p> I don't understand my muse, but I do love it when she shows up to help. </p>
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<p>Here is a video of the first and only time I performed Fortune Cookie with a band. It's from September 2021, soon after I wrote it. I think the song is a hoot. I’d love to know what you think.</p>
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<p>I'll perform it for the 2nd time with the band on August 1st at the <a contents="Harmony Arts Festival" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.harmonyarts.ca/event/cayla-brooke" target="_blank">Harmony Arts Festival</a>. That should be fun. </p>
<p>In the meantime,</p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/70143502022-07-14T19:00:00-07:002022-07-17T20:25:11-07:00PERSONAL PEP TALK<p>I talk to myself. I know I’m not the only one. And after more than two years of staying home due to the pandemic, me, myself, and I are on a first name basis. We get along pretty good too!</p>
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<p>The thing is, sometimes I need to give myself a pep talk. You know what I mean? That kick in the pants you need to keep going, trying or persisting. </p>
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<p>So, being a musician, I did it in the form of a song. This is the bare bones of the song and it’s hot off the press. Nothing fancy going here. But I wanted to share it with you, nonetheless. I share it for two reasons. </p>
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<ol> <li>So that you can see the Songwriting journey from where songs start to where they end up (eventually). S</li> <li>in case you need some encouragement. This song is for you my friend. </li>
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<p>I hope you enjoy “You Gotta Believe”</p>
<p><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="ny_gV5aRDds" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ny_gV5aRDds/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ny_gV5aRDds?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/70084022022-07-07T07:00:00-07:002022-07-07T07:00:02-07:00Hating My Arms<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/7efcdd61569a2377f45887737bb16b658ae6e9a6/original/blue-engagement-essentials-blog-banner-2.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_none" alt="" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My best friend Eva and I both celebrated milestone birthdays within the last couple of weeks. </span></p>
<p>We were chatting on the phone, deciding to get together for a celebratory glass of wine. The subject of aging came up. More to the point, the effects of aging on our body. </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>“I’ve noticed changes over the last six months.” </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>“Me too.” </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>“My arms are crepey” </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>“I have bat wings.” </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>“I don’t know whether to start wearing cap sleeves or not care.”</em> </p>
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<p>Here’s the thing. What are your arms for? They hug. Carry groceries and cuddle grandchildren. They wave hello and goodbye. Play instruments and for me, help hold a microphone.</p>
<p>If I had guns for arms, would they be any more functional? No. Would my hugs be more loving? Would more muscles help me play the piano better? No. </p>
<p>So why do we beat ourselves up for not looking like a 20-year-old? So many people don’t get the privilege of living to the age of you or me. If they had the choice of living and having a flabby arm, they’d take it. </p>
<p>So instead of covering yourself up and telling yourself, your body doesn’t measure up. Why not show it some love? This is the only body you have – don’t you think it deserves some respect?</p>
<p>Happy Summer,</p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/69970582022-06-22T00:00:00-07:002022-06-22T00:00:01-07:00Turning 60 at 35<p><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/df81b3fc39dc8ee204129d5be1ebb29cef4e2bf2/original/blue-engagement-essentials-blog-banner.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_none border_none" alt="" />Today is my birthday. I’m sixty. Sixty freaking years old!! How the hell did that happen? </strong></p>
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<p>I keep reminding myself because I can’t believe it’s true. I feel 30 inside - <em>except when I bend down, but that's not what we're talking about. </em></p>
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<p>One morning I was in my 50’s and the next morning I wasn't.</p>
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<p>I read a quote last week that resonated with me – </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>“The advice shouldn’t be to act your age. It should be to act your spirit. Your age may try to prohibit you from dancing like that, or starting over, or trying something new. But your spirit would never do such a thing. </em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>If something feels aligned, your spirit wants you to go for it, whether you’re 15 or 85. Acting your age makes you fit in more, while acting your spirit will indeed cause you to stand out – in a bad way to people who act their age, but in an inspiring way to those who act their spirit. </em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Try acting your spirit from time to time, and you can see for yourself which path makes you feel more alive.” </em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Light Watkins </em></strong></p>
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<p>And that about sums it up for me. Outside I’m 60. Inside my spirit is in her 30’s.</p>
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<p>Still full of dreams, aspirations, and goals. I want to sing songs and see the world. I want to love and be loved. Dance. Laugh a lot. I'm still that young woman inside and I'm sixty. </p>
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<p><strong>But Sixty is old. Isn't it? I mean, I was always told it was. I thought it was. But now that I'm here, I'm not so sure. </strong></p>
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<p>Is there an imaginary age line you pass that makes you old? Irrelevant? Past your expiry date?</p>
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<p>So I asked myself, when I woke up this morning did I lose my voice? My sense of humour? My dreams?</p>
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<p>No. I didn't.</p>
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<p>So, why do I feel that I must call myself old when I don't feel it? <em>Except when I bend down, but that's not what we're talking about. </em></p>
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<p>What if I didn't limit myself? What if I continued to be me and be sixty? What if I continued to dream and live? What would that look like? </p>
<p>I'll tell you what it looks like. <em>Wonderful</em>.</p>
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<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" /></p>
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<p>PS - To celebrate my birthday, everything on my site is 50% if you use the code <strong>SIXTYCOOL </strong>at checkout. That code will work for today only - Jun 22, 2022. </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/69874522022-06-09T05:00:00-07:002022-06-19T07:11:19-07:00The Masterclass on Staying Young<h3><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/1267ac0071cabe2627ef9e5259f67840d34b865f/original/blue-engagement-essentials-blog-banner-1.png/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_none" alt="" />I met a man last weekend that inspired me to no end. His name is Mel Zajac, and he is 94 years old.</h3>
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<p>I spoke to him for less than a minute, but he shared so much wisdom I wanted to share it with you. I doubt I'll be as brief. But I hope to be as interesting. </p>
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<p>First, I should tell you a little about Mr. Zajac. </p>
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<p>He was born in Winnipeg. The 7th of 8 children. In the 1930s, his father died. Leaving his mom to raise eight children on her own and throwing them into abject poverty. So, Mel joined the workforce early. He began selling newspapers at 11 and setting up bowling pins when he was 13. </p>
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<p>He visited his sister in Vancouver at 19. He never left. He soon found a job at a lumber supply house. But it was during the weekends, that he learned the skills that would change his life forever. A lumber salesman taught him how to build houses. Soon he was building homes on his own. He eventually graduated to constructing high rises. 22 of them. </p>
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<p>His main claim to fame is the Pacific Palisades Hotel in downtown Vancouver. (now an apartment building). During its heyday (1966-1985), if you wanted to be seen, the Pacific Palisades Bar was the place to be. A-list stars from Defamation <strong>Depp</strong> to funny man <strong>Bob Hope</strong> frequented the bar. And Mel has stories about them all. </p>
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<p><strong>It's safe to say Mel Zajac is a wealthy man. One would think he has lived a charmed life. Lucky him. But you'd be wrong. He's known more trauma than most.</strong></p>
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<h3>Mel and his wife Irene lost two of their children in accidents within an eight month time frame. </h3>
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<p>Their son Mel Jr. (1976 Olympics 100 metre breast stroke) died in a kayak accident in 1986. Their other son Marty died during an avalanche while heli skiing in the Cariboo. </p>
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<p>I've gone through much trauma during my lifetime. But I cannot imagine the grief of losing two children like that. And so close together. How does one begin to cope? </p>
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<p>When I ponder this question, I can't help but think of the parents of the children in the Uvalde School shooting. I try to imagine what they are going through. What, if anything, would bring them peace? </p>
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<p>I recently watched a <a contents="video by Camila McConaughey" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/tv/Ceb5dvSqCxr/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link" target="_blank">video by Camila McConaughey</a> (Matthew McConaughey's wife). They live in Texas. The video talks about what we can do to help the grieving parents – besides the typical donations. She shared examples of others honouring the children in different ways. Through works of art, music, and baseball games. The parent's have told her they feel solace through these acts. In a way it keeps their child's name alive. </p>
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<p>I found it interesting as it's such a simple way to help and, at the same time, bring some peace to a grieving parent. </p>
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<p>Mel Zajac did something similar. He turned his grief into a life of philanthropy in honour of his boys.</p>
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<p>The The Mel Jr. & Marty Zajac Foundation has raised more than 20 million dollars since 1987. Mel received the Order of Canada in 2007 for his philanthropic work. </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>"It changed my course because I devoted my whole life to working and making things in memory of them." </em></strong></p>
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<p>One of those 'things' is Zajac Ranch for Children. A 44-acre ranch on Stave Lake. An inclusive summer camp. Where everything is accessible for children and young adults who have medical conditions and disabilities. The website states ~</p>
<p><em>"All children deserve the opportunity to participate in a camp experience that is both supportive and accepting. For many children with special medical needs, the care they require is often too great to allow them to attend a traditional camp. Facilities at Zajac Ranch are fully accessible by children of all abilities. Campers can receive the daily medical care they require – whether that means receiving medications or spending time in a special Snoezelen sensory room – at our 24-hour on-site medical centre, The OK Corral, which is staffed by highly qualified volunteer doctors and nurses." </em></p>
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<p>I performed at a fundraiser for Zajac Ranch this past weekend. And that's where I met Mel for the first time. </p>
<p>My first sight was watching him from the stage as he danced to "Old Time Rock 'n Roll ." He was light on his feet. Twirling his partner. <a contents="I had to pull out my camera from the stage and capture it" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/KqOB9Q62GrI" target="_blank">I had to pull out my camera from the stage and capture it</a>. He was amazing. </p>
<p>Next, he came up on stage to perform "Just a Gigolo" with the band. His eyes twinkled as he sang, </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>"Won't some sweet mama </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Come and take a chance with me </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>'Cause I ain't so bad." </em></p>
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<p>After the song finished, he chatted with my singing partner Carol and me. And it was during the 45-second conversation he shared such wisdom on aging. And prompted me to write this piece. </p>
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<p>His eyes sparkled. His grin was from ear to ear. His hug was firm. Carol turns to me, "He's 94!" Mel responded, <em>"It's not how old you are. It's how young you are in your mind." </em>Whoa. I've been researching this very subject, and now it was standing before me in a tailored blue suit. </p>
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<p>Then he declared like a child running home with an A on his report card, "<em>My personal trainer has me up to 64 push-ups!</em>" I stood there in stunned silence. <em>"I want to be here at this fundraiser next year. So I work at it." </em></p>
<p>Let's unpack this small but mighty conversation. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>"It's not how old you are. It's how young you are in your mind"</strong></p>
<p>As a man thinketh in his heart so he is. (Proverbs 23:7)</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>"My personal trainer." </strong></p>
<p>What? At 94, he has a personal trainer? I've never had a personal trainer in my life!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>"up to 64 push-ups." </strong></p>
<p><em>Mic drop.</em> Vulnerable tidbit – I can't perform one push-up. And this 94-year-old, scratch that, a 94 years young man can do 64 of them? Humbled.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>"I want to be here next year." </strong></p>
<p>That's future thinking, not when I die thinking.</p>
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<p>He reminds me of the late Phyllis Sues. When her Tango partner questioned her (she was in her mid-90's) about the time it would take to learn a new dance move. She answered, <em>I've got plenty of time</em>. Phyllis sky dived, wrote a book and trapezed her way through her 90's until she passed away in 2021 at 98.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>"So I work at it"</strong></p>
<p>This man is not sitting on his laurels. He's taking action. </p>
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<p>This short conversation and a quick look at Mr. Zajac's life is like a "How to Stay Young at Any Age" masterclass. </p>
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<ol> <li>Don't let past trauma stop you from living your life to the fullest. Or as I like to say "Don't cheat on your future with your past"</li> <li>Be of service to others </li> <li>Never stop having fun </li> <li>Age starts in the mind </li> <li>Take action </li> <li>Stay Active</li> <li>Keep growing</li> <li>Keep challenging yourself</li> <li>Never stop dreaming</li>
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<p>You're never too old to follow a dream, learn something new and live a vibrant life.</p>
<p>So, whether you're 30 or 90, the next time you hear yourself saying, "I'm too old to (fill in the blank).", I hope you think of Mel Zajac. I know I will. </p>
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<p>Click the link to learn more about and/or donate to <a contents="Zajac Ranch." data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://zajacranch.com/about/" target="_blank">Zajac Ranch.</a></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65738152021-03-16T19:54:43-07:002021-03-16T19:58:35-07:00Your Voice Doesn't Come with a Mute Button<p><span class="font_large"><em><strong>Stifle yourself. Be seen and not heard. No one cares what you think! </strong></em>Those phrases are woven into the fabric of a woman's life. Your voice doesn't come with a mute button. You have a story to tell. An opinion on things that matter. A voice.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"> <br><strong>There is beauty in silence. </strong>My mom used to say don't open your mouth and let your belly rumble. This is good advice. </span></p>
<p><br><span class="font_large">Save your voice for what matters. Save it for subjects you have knowledge about. If you've built a successful business from the ground up, you could advise those starting out. If you've pulled yourself out of the depths of despair and found a new lease on life - you've got street cred. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My sister used to say she'd be a great marriage counsellor because she'd been married 4 times. Let that sink in. LOL. The last person I'd want marriage advice from would be my late sister. But she could talk to me from here to Sunday about persistence and tenacity. She had those traits in the bag. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>We look to others instead of ourselves</strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">On the flip side, too many times, we're asked for our opinion, and we look around at others for approval before we speak up. As if our voice doesn't matter. What if we say the wrong thing and don't fit in? We send that message to our daughters every time we look for approval rather than rely on our inner voice. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="font_large">And that message is, don't trust yourself. What other people think of you is more important than what you feel about yourself. </span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Our voice doesn't diminish with age.</strong> As a matter of fact, the older we get, the more in tune with our voice we should become. A life lived has more wisdom to share. Hopefully, we've fine-tuned our ability to see things from different perspectives. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Not every woman has to be a Michelle Obama or Malala Yousafzai. We shouldn't count on them to carry the flag of Women's Voices. We have a job to do as well—the Divalicious women in the trenches of silence. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Say no to ageism and yes to embracing who you are right now in all your Divalicious Glory. Sing like a bird, my Divalicious Woman. Sing like a bird. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Tag a woman who you think has something to say.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65694662021-03-09T18:22:15-08:002021-03-09T18:22:15-08:00When Will All Women Realize We’re Stronger Together? <p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/d3aefbf153fdfd1e5cd861ad6ae2139c8de16255/original/violet-paris-travel-blog-banner-1.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_none" alt="" /> </p>
<p>I spent yesterday March 8th, International Women's Day, with a heavy heart as I watched woman after woman tear Meghan & Harry apart online. </p>
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<p>"<em>She's manipulative</em>." "<em>She's looking for attention</em>." “<em>If they want to be left alone, why are they on Oprah</em>?” </p>
<p>I heard Piers Morgan, "<strong>I wouldn't believe her if she read me a weather report</strong>." What a despicable little man. </p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Millions viewed a young mother articulate to Oprah Winfrey that she felt suicidal. And the response thousands of other women spewed was vile. </span></p>
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<p>It seems to happen every time a woman comes forward about rape, abuse or, in this case, mental health & racism in the Monarchy. </p>
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<p>It's the same old same old. No one wants to admit "I made a mistake." No one wants to admit that "maybe there is an issue." No one wants to admit "they didn't get it right." So, we blame. We take it as a personal affront. "Attacking our Monarchy!", like she attempted to blow up Buckingham Palace singled handed. </p>
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<p>I'm not anti-monarchy. I love the Queen. I binge watched The Crown like everyone else. I have enormous respect for her. I even tolerate Camilla PB. </p>
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<p>I don't think we need to throw the baby and her crown out with the bathwater. But isn't it time the establishment looked inward and said, maybe we need to fix some things? Or ponder what the establishment did to Diana and now to Meghan? </p>
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<p>In the end, the Monarchy is full of real people in an institution that stuffs their humanity in the gilded closet. </p>
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<p>But isn't it also time we commoners stopped our knee-jerk reaction of victim smearing every time someone comes forward? </p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Women need to support other women. Full stop. </strong></span></p>
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<p>I know for one how much courage it takes to come forward and speak your truth – even when others don't want to hear it. People can jump up and down and say all manner of things. But the truth is the truth. Perhaps we ought to start listening. Maybe then, things may change. </p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65570242021-02-23T20:38:20-08:002021-02-23T20:38:20-08:00Looking up and other Life Lessons<p>I’ve been thinking of my sister Joyce more than usual lately. The Anniversary of her was a couple of weeks ago.</p>
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<p>As sisters, you would think we would have enjoyed a lifetime together. But that wasn’t the case for us. We were 16 years apart, and she was gone from the family home and married before I can remember her. What I do remember is a bossy sister who tried to control me. Add to that, I come from a dysfunctional family. More dysfunctional than the usual crazy aunts and grumpy fathers. And so, as adults, we did not see each other or speak. </p>
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<p>So it came as a shock when my two older sisters entered my life when I was in my 40s. And it was a further shock when my oldest sister Joyce was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer just 4 months later. </p>
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<p>In the short time we shared, she taught me about confidence. Perseverance. Pushing past my fear. Embracing life. Then, at her funeral, she taught me that I let those who had abused me win by not living my life the way I was meant to. I was giving them my past, present and future. My sister gave me so many of the life lessons I share today in my shows and online. I am forever indebted to her. </p>
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<p>Why tell you all this? First to share a piece of my history. But mostly to let you know that</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>We can learn life lessons during our darkest times</strong>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> <strong>No matter our age, it is never too late to change. </strong></p>
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<p>When I sing Over the Rainbow (an often requested song), I look up to the sky at the end. It began in the show I toured about the late Eva Cassidy. I would look to heaven and toast Eva at the end of the show. In part, I was. But if I’m honest, I was looking up at my sister and saying, “Look, sis. I’m here on stage. I didn’t give up. I hope you’re proud of me.” </p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65424202021-02-09T08:20:00-08:002021-02-09T08:20:02-08:00Help! I've hit the Pandemic Wall<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ba9fc7012e54f8c251e9ee9e4b5dfa211c74369e/original/red-and-purple-motivational-quotes-blog-banner.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I don’t know about you, but for me, spring can’t come soon enough. The dark rainy days of winter are hard enough during regular times. But during a pandemic, they can be brutal. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">It’s more important than ever to feed your soul as much as you can. It’s the only way we’re going to get through this with our mental health intact. </span></p>
<h3><strong><span class="font_large">Feeding our soul is about connection. </span></strong></h3>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to others:</strong> well, that sucks. Is there a friend you can meet outside?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to our creative side: </strong>painting, singing, drawing, cooking, sewing. Playing an instrument. Photography. Paint some old furniture.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to our intellectual side:</strong> learning something new. Taking a course. Learning a language or instrument. </span></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">I installed some wall sconces in the hallway this past weekend. And although it was frustrating as all get out. I did it. I felt a sense of accomplishment when it was all said and done. </span></em></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to our body: </strong>Exercise. Walking. Running. Dancing. Listening to music. Etc. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to our spiritual side:</strong> Meditation. Prayer. Get out in nature. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to nature:</strong> Get outside for a nature walk or hike. Take a scenic drive. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to our sense of fun & adventure:</strong> skiing. Snowshoeing. Ice skating. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection to our sense of purpose:</strong> giving back. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone? Why not call someone who lives alone or send postcards to your friends. How about making cookies for someone and then leave them on their doorstep with a handwritten note. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Connection with self:</strong> Self-care. A bath and candlelight. A good book by the fire. A cup of tea in the afternoon. Give yourself a pedicure or manicure. Dress up during the day just for you. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Variety:</strong> If what you’ve been doing isn’t working as well as it did before – switch things up. Drive to a new place to walk. Switch up your routine. <em>Try something from this list that you wouldn’t typically do – like install some wall sconces.</em> 😊</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">This isn't an exhaustive list. But it's a list to help spark ideas. The important thing is to intentionally do them. Write them in your planner. Next time you go to binge watch on Netflix, choose something from the list. It will help. And if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. I'm always looking out for new ways to feed my soul.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">And as I keep saying, remember the last pandemic was in 1918. What are the 1920s called? The roaring twenties. And now we know why. Hang on to that. I know I am.</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65372892021-02-02T09:08:22-08:002021-02-02T09:08:22-08:00Enjoy your most fulfilling year yet with the Three L's<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e96ebd9c786c87a06a784dc4195ae5ea2b173c64/original/dessert-adventure-blog-banner.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I heard a life concept from Jay Shetty yesterday that resonated with me. A way to grow every year and live a fulfilling life. The three L's. It goes like this – </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Every year <strong>Learn something new, launch something new, and love something</strong>. I love the simplicity of the concept. Being the goal-type person (I wasn't always that way), I looked at my plans for the year. How was I stacking up against the three L's? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I'm learning how to create an online course and do online videos that people want to watch. And I want to know the tech side of things for achieving excellent sound online. (Not my strong suit) </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It's hard being new at something. I'm a beginner. Newbie. A baby taking her first steps. But I persevere because I know I won't be a beginner forever. God, I hope not anyway. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I'm going to <strong>launch</strong> this year – my first real online course. Yes, I am. Dang it!</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">And I <strong>love performing</strong>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I was reminded of this when I did my first concert with another musician in <em>over a year</em>. I felt alive. Even though the show was online, I realized how much I missed performing. I miss the energy of being in the same room with another human being and connection with the audience. I won't let another year go by due to a pandemic. I'm going to figure this sucker out.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So, I've got to ask. <em><strong>What are you going to Learn, Launch and Love this year? </strong></em> </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">If you missed it, here's the concert. It's full of old tunes. New tunes. And some songs from my show about the late Eva Cassidy.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="Eog6ce_rnkI" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Eog6ce_rnkI/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Eog6ce_rnkI?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65245242021-01-19T06:30:00-08:002021-01-19T06:40:03-08:00Rekindle the Love for Your Goals in 2021<p><em><strong><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/95227aaf013b39d79c6895333f8326aac2c536f2/original/copy-of-sepia-hand-heart-love-quote-1.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />You don’t bring me flowers. You don’t sing me love songs. </span></strong></em></p>
<p><span class="font_large">How do we rekindle our love for the goals we set at the beginning of the year? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Yup. It’s mid-January, and the honeymoon is over. The love-filled gaze of a fresh new year is jilted by the constant barrage of bad news from the media. We can see our goals for 2021 eroding before our eyes like a bad marriage. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I was shocked to read that only 8% of people accomplish goals. 8%! That is shockingly low. I want you to be part of the 8%. If you're feeling the slip - help is on the way. Keep reading.</span></p>
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<h3><span class="font_large"><strong>Remember your Why</strong>. </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">This is said over and over, but it is true. The only thing is sometimes our why doesn’t give us tons of motivation. At least it didn't for me. But, what if there was a way to have your goals excite you into action? I believe there is. Try this - </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Imagine your most Divalicious day five years from now. Ask yourself the following</span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Where are you living? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What does your home look like? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What do you look like? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What do you do for a living? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Who are your friends? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What do you do for fun? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">How is your health? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">How much money do you have in the bank? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What are your relationships like? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What are your hobbies? </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">Take the time to write it all down in living colour detail. Enough, so the thought of it excites you. A life you are thrilled to live. A life that makes you beam all day long. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Now ask yourself this question, do the goals you set for yourself in 2021 match up in some way to this Divalicious life? Are they a step in the direction of the life you dream of? Are your goals well rounded? Meaning, they aren’t all about your health. Or all about your career. Your Divalicious life is more than that. It is all of you. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If the answer is no, it’s time to find another goal or tweak the ones you have. Caveat – this is not the time to overhaul your life. Choose 2 or three and then go all in. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The key to success is in your Divalicious Day five years from now. It needs to excite you. It needs to be <em>your</em> day. Not the day you think you should have. Or the day others believe you should have – but the day you want. If it makes you excited and giddy to think about – and then you create goals that will help get you there – you have a powerful why. </span></p>
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<h3><strong><span class="font_large">Consistency</span></strong></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">Now that you have your why solidified, it’s time for you to dig in. There is no change if there's no change. There are going to be days when you don’t feel like it. There are going to be days when taking a step towards your goal is challenging. A small step is all that’s required. And if you fail (and we all do), it isn’t the end of the world. Ask yourself why you failed. Learn from it. Let the misstep go, and then take another step towards your goal the first chance you get. The key is to be consistent and moving forward towards the Divalicious life of your dreams. Make a promise to your future self that you're not going to quit. And then keep that promise.</span></p>
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<h3><strong><span class="font_large">Daily Review </span></strong></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">One way to keep dreams front and centre is to review them every day. I have my five year, three year, one year, and quarterly goals written on the same page in my planner. I look at them every day. It’s a great way to keep me on track. And I can adjust them if I choose. Because it is my life, after all. Reviewing your goals every day is powerful. Give it a try. It's like having a Persistence Quote nag at you every day. But in a loving way.</span></p>
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<h3><strong><span class="font_large">Daily Habits </span></strong></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">What you do every day reveals who you are. It is as simple as that. Do your current daily habits align with the future vision of you? What are a few habits you could incorporate into your life now that would help you on your way to your Divalicious life five years from now? Pick a couple to incorporate into your life and let consistency reign.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I want you to be part of the 8% that reach their goals. I believe in you now and in the future you. You deserve to live the life you were born to live. Your Divalicious life! If you would like help setting your <a contents="goals for the year" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/2021GoalsForMe" target="_blank"><strong>goals for the year</strong></a>, using your Divalicous Day as a starting point or want a <strong><a contents="habit tracker on steroids" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/2021HabitTracker" style="" target="_blank">habit tracker on steroids</a></strong>, I have to free resources that will help you with both. Happy goal setting!</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65143832021-01-11T17:24:15-08:002021-01-11T17:47:36-08:00HOW TO BE RAD IN 2021<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/2f9a202ad322495f48b179e46dae3f6eef6758ea/original/rad-blogpost-banner.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've been reading Jim Kwik's "Limitless." Essential reading if you ask me. One of the 'Lies" he says we're told is "Knowledge is power." It isn't. Know it alls aren't powerful. They're jerks. This month we're talking about goals and becoming the person we were born to be. Not New Years Resolutions, but moving towards our destiny. The best version of ourselves. How do we do it? By being RAD. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I grew up with the understanding that self-help books were for <em>those kinds</em> of people. You know, weirdos. Not down to earth, real people. <strong>What a pile of shite that information was.</strong> I wish I had never listened. I love exceptional personal development books. They've changed my life.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Imagine you can get advice and tips from the world's best mentors through a book or podcast. Relationship advice. Financial advice. Mindset, and so on. And when you find an exceptional book that resonates with you. Reread it. Again and again. I promise you'll learn something new every time. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large"><span style="color:#b25049;">DIVALICIOUS QUICKSTART – START YOUR DAY OFF RIGHT AND BEGIN WITH 30 MINS OF READING FROM A PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT BOOK – BONUS (ADD THE HABIT TO YOUR PERSONAL </span><em><a contents="HABIT TRACKER" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/2021HabitTracker" target="_blank"><span style="color:#2980b9;">HABIT TRACKER</span></a><span style="color:#2980b9;">)</span></em></span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Comprende? Have you ever been reading a book and find you reread the same paragraph several times? Because you're not absorbing one word? Me too. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Jim Kwik writes in his book "Limitless", to read as if you must teach what you're reading to someone else later. I don't know about you, but the pressure of having to teach it to someone keeps my brain engaged. (even if I'm only pretending.) </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#b25049;"><strong><span class="font_large">DIVALICIOUS QUICKSTART - WHILE READING, ASK YOURSELF "How can I apply this to my life?" Take notes—highlight essential points. Be an active reader. </span></strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So, you're reading every day. You're absorbing what you're reading. Your head is full of knowledge. And knowledge is power – right? Nope. To prove my point – we all know the following - </span></p>
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<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Smoking is terrible for our health </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Sugar isn't healthy </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">We should exercise every day </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Thinking Positive is good </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">We should think before we speak </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">But do we take this advice and apply it to our lives? Hello, chocolate cake. Action is the secret sauce. If we don't take the appropriate action, it's empty knowledge. </span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">"Nothing changes if nothing changes." </span></h3>
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<p><span style="color:#b25049;"><strong><span class="font_large">DIVALICIOUS QUICKSTART – APPLY SOMETHING YOU'VE RECENTLY READ/HEARD TO YOUR LIFE THIS WEEK! </span></strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So that's it—another tidbit to help you have your most Divalicious! year yet. Now go forth and be totally <strong>RAD</strong>!</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65104322021-01-05T08:35:00-08:002021-01-05T13:52:06-08:00Three Simple Ways to Crush Your Goals this Year<p><span class="font_large">Trust is a big deal. When we lose trust in someone, gaining faith in them again is a long haul. Affairs = broken trust. A lie = broken trust. Broken promise = broken trust. We've all dealt with it one time or another. We've lost faith in someone else because of their actions or inaction. But what about us? Do we lose faith in ourselves? I think so. Why do we not complete what we set out to do? Why do we stop pursuing goals when they get hard? Here are three things to ponder at the beginning of the year, when we're motivated and ready for change. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">You've made a promise to yourself. You. The person you're hooked up with your entire life. It's way more than marriage. It is a commitment, like no other. If you can't trust yourself, who can you trust? If you're anything like me, you've let yourself down in the past. It's time to rebuild the trust with you. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The tendency in January is to overhaul everything. You don't have to. You can start small. Choose one thing if you must. But keep your promise to yourself. You may slip up. You may make a mistake. But get back on it and keep that promise. You deserve to be able to depend on yourself to do what you say you're going to do. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Consistency is a big one for me; hence, it is my word for the year. It ties in with keeping your promise to yourself. If you choose your one thing, make it small and then be consistent with it. Now you're on a roll. That's where change happens. Embrace consistency. You'll thank yourself later. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Adopting good habits isn't always easy, but it is doable. It is in your daily routines that your goals lie. For instance, if you want to learn about a particular subject, a daily habit of reading is a good start. If your goal is to grow your business, getting enough sleep and a regular sleep schedule is an excellent habit to have. I mean, you need to feel energized to take on the extra work required to grow our business. right? A new meditation/prayer habit can help you deal with the added stress. You could state your new routine as <strong>"I'm going to meditate for 30 minutes, three times a day".</strong> Or, you could set yourself up for success and say, </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><strong>"I'm going to meditate for 1 minute a day."</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><strong>"I'm going to read one page a day."</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><strong>"I'm going to walk outside for 5 minutes a day."</strong> </span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font_large">Do you see what a game-changer this is? </span></em></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">Ninety minutes of meditation is daunting. Are you a yogi guru? But one minute? Anyone can meditate for one minute. And you know what will happen, of course. You'll end up going for longer. The thing is, you only <em>have</em> to meditate for one minute. And then you can cross it off the list. That's the beauty of it. So those days when you don't feel like it and would normally quit, do one minute.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="font_large">You get the hit of dopamine for a job well done. And you begin rebuilding trust in yourself. </span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So, in 2021 let's work together at regaining our trust in ourselves. I'm going to keep the promises I make to myself. Pinky swear. You? If you need an accountability partner - Comment and let me know you're going to keep your promises to yourself too! </span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS – If you want to track your habits, I have put together an epic habit monitoring spreadsheet. <a contents="It's a habit tracking system for 2021 on steroids." data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://bit.ly/2021HabitTracker" target="_blank">It's a habit tracking system for 2021 on steroids.</a> If you want it, it's free. <a contents="Click here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://bit.ly/2021HabitTracker" target="_blank">Click here</a>.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65080682020-12-29T07:55:00-08:002020-12-30T14:46:56-08:00That's a Wrap! <p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ec4693f84667e2f0cf144d2eb9ecfe14961f5f97/original/thats-a-wrap-blog-banner.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_left border_" />When I look back at 2020 at first glance it seems as though I did nothing. The goals I had at the beginning of the year stand out like glowing reminders of my incompetence. Well, that’s depressing. Then I thought about it – hello there was a pandemic. 2020 was a gong show for us all. I had to have accomplished something, right? I mean just surviving it with my soul intact is an accomplishment. I set to figure out what I had accomplished in 2020 post Pandemic. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">1. <strong>I lost over 25lb in 2020.</strong> OK, this is a big deal because I’ve been going the opposite way for a while now. I’ve been praying for a few years to ‘<em>figure it out</em>’. What works for me and my body and to feel comfortable living that way for the long term. I finally have received my answer. Watch for some physical changes in me in 2021. I also took my health seriously. Dental. Chiropractor. Massages. Enough is enough. We have one body and one life. Vertigo during the summer was what kicked me into gear. Can one be thankful for Vertigo? I guess I am. As long as it doesn't come back. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">2. <strong>2020 Was the year I Fed My Soul</strong> I don’t even remember what my word for the year was at the beginning of 2020. Because everything went sideways. But I ended up “Feeding my Soul” all year. I leaned into intentional living. I realized the impact feeding my soul had on my life and wanted to share it with everyone. It kept me sane while I worked from home for 9 months straight. Seldom leaving the house. It has become a part of my day-to-day and I am so grateful for it. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">3. <strong>I shifted and pivoted</strong> The music stopped for me last year, which hurts my heart. Music is such a huge part of me and not having it in my life has been the most difficult. The loss of my music income wasn’t great either. But I switched gears and have been a guest on several podcasts and summits. Something I had never done before 2020. I am now a co-moderator of the Female Indie Musician Community on Facebook and do live chats with them 2 x a month. None of this would have happened without the Pandemic. Can you say perk?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">4. <strong>I found my sense of adventure</strong> I didn’t get out much. So there was little to stimulate me. When I did venture away from home and there was an opportunity to try something new – I took it. I changed the dialogue in my head and told myself I was an adventurous woman. I could try new things. And I did. It was invigorating and joyful. And I want to do more. I will. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Now I look back and think – that’s not too bad. </strong>I accomplished <em>a better life for Cayla </em>kind of goals. And I like that. </span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">In summary, I <u>lived</u> in 2020. </span></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">Wow really? Yes. In all of the chaos I learned to <em>live</em>. I slowed down and enjoyed the little things. I took time for me. I had fun and laughed. I got closer to the people I love and thinned the herd with the rest. I want more of that. So, for 2021 my goals are different. I still have things I want to do but my criteria are different for next year. I’m looking at what I want for my life 5 years from now - not simply career. And basing my goals off that. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="If you’re a goal-setter like me you will find this helpful" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/2021GoalsForMe" target="_blank"><strong>If you’re a goal-setter like me you will find this helpful</strong></a> - I put together a PDF with leading questions to ask yourself. It will walk you through the process of goal setting. No more random goals. But goals that suit what you want for your Divalicious life. It was life-changing for me. It may be for you too.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">And that my friends is a wrap! I guess hindsight really is 2020. ;-)</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/65005182020-12-21T17:20:20-08:002020-12-22T10:14:19-08:00The Best Worst Christmas Ever<h2><span class="font_large">It was the worst Christmas ever. Christmas 2002. </span></h2>
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<p><span class="font_large">My children were coming for an overnight stay. I didn’t see them often, so I was excited. At the same time, I was desperate. We didn’t have two pennies to rub together. That winter my husband didn't have a job. We were barely scraping by. There was no money for Christmas presents. I didn’t know what I was going to do for food. Thankfully, I had points on my grocery card to get a free turkey. Potatoes and vegetables weren’t that expensive. Making pancakes for breakfast was easy enough. But what about presents for my kids? What about their stockings? Gone were the days of overflowing stockings and Christmas Eve PJ's. And plenty of presents nestled under a twinkling tree. This year there was nothing. My heart ached. I had to come up with something.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I looked around the yard of the basement suite we rented. I spotted a piece of plywood the landlord had tossed aside. I cut some branches off a tree. I found old paint from my crafting days when times were different. I set out to make a gift. A homemade gift for my two children. With little hearts from the dollar store, I made checker pieces. I lovingly painted squares onto the scrap of plywood. I made a frame with the branches I’d cut. I wrapped the checker board in scrap paper and placed it under the tree. Alone. There were no other gifts. No plump stockings teeming with toys. It was all this mom could do. That Christmas morning my children opened their only gift. I tear up now thinking about it. They were so gracious and didn’t complain. They seemed delighted as though it was the perfect gift. Later when no one was looking I cried. </span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large"><strong>Through my tears, I vowed “Never again. I will never be this poor again.” </strong></span></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">But then I looked around my home as it declared to me how far I had come. I used to think I was weak back then. But I wasn’t. <strong>I was strong</strong>.<strong> I was resourceful</strong>. And <strong>determined to change my life</strong>. I did.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I display the homemade checker board on our coffee table this Christmas with pride. It is a reminder of my life and how far I’ve come.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_xl"><strong>I’m proud of it. It has depth. It has a history. And it’s a darn good checker board. </strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">If life has dropped you to your knees. Be kind to yourself. For this too shall pass. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">And remember, you are the author of your own life. <strong>Get out a pen and do a rewrite.</strong> </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS - If you're needing a last minute Christmas gift - you can make a checkerboard, or you can purchase some <a contents="Lyric Wall Art" data-link-label="Merchandise" data-link-type="page" href="/merchandise" target="_blank">Lyric Wall Art</a>. Print one off at home. Purchase an inexpensive frame and voila. Classy. Elegant. And dare I say rather thoughtful. </span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/64990722020-12-15T08:55:00-08:002020-12-15T09:00:06-08:00A Tall Christmas Order<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b0be33216da0f835cf0872ca88a47a41996039c1/original/clean-work-place-blog-banner-1.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've had a wish for Christmas since 2016. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've watched the world change. In some ways it's been good. In a lot of ways not so much. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">What hurts the most is how divided we are. The hatred. The extremes. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I wrote Christmas With Love during the autumn of 2017. My heart was hurting. It still hurts today. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I see a glimmer of hope though. We can all play our part.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><em><strong>Love casts out fear.</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><em><strong>In love there cannot be hate.</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><em><strong>In love there is peace.</strong></em></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">We can't easily control what world leaders do, but we can control what we do. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">We can choose to <strong>be kind</strong>. We can choose our <strong>words</strong> carefully. We can choose to <strong>love</strong>. We can choose to <strong>not be part of the divide</strong>.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Let's all fill this <strong>Christmas with Love</strong>. For a free download of this song, <a contents="click here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/5fd79851956e4820505e44c9" target="_blank">click here</a>. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="PS - For a free copy of the recorded version of Christmas with Love click here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/5fd79851956e4820505e44c9" style="" target="_blank"><strong><em>PS - For a free copy of the recorded version of Christmas with Love click here</em></strong></a></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/64930262020-12-07T16:59:53-08:002020-12-10T15:51:43-08:0011 Different Christmas Movies to Watch this Year<h2><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/0a084cc1cdc68b3b122fab98982e7f2a7d95c143/original/11-different-christmas-movies.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />It's December! Bring on the Eggnog, cozy fires, and Christmas Movies. </span></h2>
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<p><span class="font_large">2020 has been a year full of change. I was thinking, why not change up some of the Christmas movies too? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">We all know Elf, White Christmas and Scrooge – (Alastair Sims please), and they are must watches. How about a list of 11 different Christmas movies to watch. Movies that are outside of the norm. Why not a list of 10 movies you ask? Because that would be a typical list. We don't do 'typical.'</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Who knows, you may discover a new must-watch or be reminded of an old favourite.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="The Thin Man" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54d-qxLgYaE" target="_blank"><strong>The Thin Man</strong></a> – 1934 William Powell and Margaret Loy, Turner Classic Movies. (Dec 31st – Thin Man three movies) </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>I love all the Thin Man Movies. They are fun who dunnits, full of class and charm. The wit and banter can’t be beat. But a word of warning, don’t do a drinking game with this one. You’ll lose. </em>- Prime Video (USA), Library </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong><a contents="The Shop Around the Corner" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/0n6s5rynumo" target="_blank">The Shop Around the Corner</a> </strong>(1940) – Jimmy Stewart, Margaret Sullivan, Turner Classic Movies (Dec 20, Dec 24) </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>A lovely movie. Before Jimmy was Jimmy in It’s a Wonderful Life</em> - Prime Video (USA), Library </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Klaus" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/kHjdJPDExp0" target="_blank"><strong>Klaus</strong></a> – Animated. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>“A true act of kindness always sparks another.” I loved this movie. A charming look at how it all started. Entertaining and fun to watch.</em> – Netflix </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Fred Claus" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/OfsHMuWn95I" target="_blank"><strong>Fred Claus</strong></a> – 2007 Vince Vauhn, Paul Giamatti. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>I really enjoy this movie. If you like Elf, you'll like this one. Dare I say, I like it more. It's more than fun Santa fare. It depicts the challenges of family and how love can overcome. It has some depth, real acting and is heartwarming. Funny. Too many actors to mention.</em> - Prime Video </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Auntie Mame" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/2gsRMtl70aQ" target="_blank"><strong>Auntie Mame</strong></a> – 1958, Rosalind Russel – </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>My friend Jim introduced me to this one. What fun! An eccentric woman adopts an orphan boy and introduces him to a variety of experiences. She eventually becomes wealthy when a millionaire she marries dies in an accident.</em> – Rent Cineplex Odeon </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="The Family Stone" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/3lgcViU45Fs" target="_blank"><strong>The Family Stone</strong></a> – 2005 – All star Cast. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>If you’re into big casts of stars like Love Actually, check out The Family Stone. Love. Christmas. Family. Laughs. What’s not to love?</em> – Prime Video </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="The Bishop’s Wife" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/9lsS9MzFyRE" target="_blank"><strong>The Bishop’s Wife</strong></a> – 1947 – Cary Grant, David Niven, Loretta Young. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>“All of us know that angels don't walk the earth like natural men—and definitely not in the image of that debonair rascal, Gary Grant.” Need I say more?</em> – Prime Video, or <a contents="watch here " data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2chnjx" target="_blank">watch here </a></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="The Christmas Chronicles" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/YaeDa_Uempk" target="_blank"><strong>The Christmas Chronicles</strong></a> – 2018 – Curt Russel. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>My husband loves this one – must be the whole grumpy Santa thing.</em> – Netflix </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="A Christmas Memory" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/YaeDa_Uempk" target="_blank"><strong>A Christmas Memory</strong></a> – 1966 – Geraldine Page, Truman Capote narrates </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>This is beautiful. Under an hour. Poetic. Here it is on <a contents="YouTube" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/_lmjU54i6R4" target="_blank">YouTube</a> </em></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="One Magic Christmas" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/FBc2MGwPeu4" target="_blank"><strong>One Magic Christmas</strong></a> – 1988 – Mary Steenburgen. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>This is not your typical Christmas fare. It's a drama. But it has an angel and the wonderful Mary Steenburgen. And a ton of Canadian talent in it. It takes a while for the happy ending. But be patient. It comes. My husband loves this movie. It’s hard to find – but you can rent it on <a contents="YouTube" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/_lmjU54i6R4" target="_blank">YouTube</a>. *Update* I found it on Disney</em></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong><a contents="Millions" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzG3a2NDZWQ" style="" target="_blank">Millions</a> </strong>- 2004 - directed by Danny Boyle </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>Roger Ebert said "a family film of limitless imagination and surprising joy, follows the two brothers as they deal with their windfall...This is one of the best films of the year." - </em>Disney Channel - personal note - the little boy who plays the lead is adorable. Sweet movie.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I hope you enjoy my list of 11 different movies to watch this Christmas. Why not slide one of these in-between Christmas Story and Elf? You might be <em>presently</em> surprised. See what I did there?</span></p>
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<p><em><span class="font_large">PS - Because you read to the end I'd like to give you a little gift. <a contents="Here's a free Christmas Ringtone for your phone. " data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://view.flodesk.com/pages/5fcd802c63f14447d982d1c8" target="_blank">Here's a free Christmas Ringtone for your phone. </a></span></em></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/64755112020-11-12T07:43:13-08:002020-11-12T07:43:13-08:00FIVE THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GIVING UP<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/f4bf59859f7f76a2c97dd449ce2e403344c57210/original/copy-of-copy-of-divalicious.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Not very long ago I was there. Ready to give up. What's the point? Nobody is listening, anyway. Why not quit everything and live your life in peace. Who is gonna care? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Me. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I was in a real state. Tired of getting nowhere. Tired of speaking to a crowd of air. Tired. <strong>And I came awfully close to giving up. Remarkably close. </strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">What did I do to change things? </span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>1. I took a deep breath. </strong>A breath to centre me and calm my nerves. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><u><em>Why it helped</em>. </u>Breathing relaxes us. It affects the heart, digestion, the brain and even our immune system. Taking a deep breath is simple and powerful. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>2. I went for a walk outside.</strong> I looked at my little beagle and said, <em>"Mama needs some fresh air. I'm feeling gloomy."</em> She wagged her tail, and away we went.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><u><em>Why it helped</em>.</u> Walking in nature reduces anxiety and improves our immunity. It puts even more air in our lungs. So, we relax and become more focused. It enhances our creativity. We get healthier, physically and mentally. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>3. I thought about stories that inspire me.</strong> While I walked, I pondered quitting. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>Then I remembered the incredible story of Sylvester Stallone.</em> How he sold his dog for $25 because he couldn't feed him anymore. Or couldn't pay his rent and slept in the NY bus station for 3 days. He went through constant rejection. Stallone went through so many hoops to get the Rocky script produced with him as the star. It's a fantastic story. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">That felt better until my negative side said,</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl"><em>"Yeah, well, Sylvester Stallone was a kid. You're old. Now what?"</em></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">And I immediately thought of Colonel Sanders. At the age of 65, he travelled cooking batches of chicken at restaurants across the US. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">His deal was they could use his recipe and pay him .05 for every piece of chicken they sold. In 1964 he sold his interest in KFC for 2M at the age of 74. He started at 65 with a recipe. That's it. And with his recipe, he changed the face <em>and the hips</em> of North America</span><span class="font_large">.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Which made me think … <strong>am I at the lowest point of my life like Sylvester Stallone?</strong> Do I need to sell Molly so I can get my next meal? <strong>Am I old like Colonel Saunders? </strong>Would either have given up if they were in my shoes? The answer was obvious. <strong>No.</strong> </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><u><em>Why did it work?</em> </u>When we see that someone has gone through something difficult and made it. When we realize we're not alone in our struggle. If they can do it, maybe we can too. Inspiration - It's a good thing. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>4.</strong> <strong>Take the focus off me for a moment.</strong> I was beginning to feel better. But I knew I needed a bit of a break. I decided to come home and make a nice dinner. I asked myself, <em>"How do I want my husband to feel when I come home? How do I want him to feel when I serve dinner?"</em> My answer was <em>"loved"</em>. I kept that as my intention when I walked into the house. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><u><em>Why did it work?</em></u> Taking the attention off ourselves brings us back to reality. It shifts our focus for a moment. <strong>It's hard to lament about your own woes when you're focusing on making someone else feel loved.</strong> </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>5. Take a small step.</strong> After a delicious dinner, I went into my office and wrote these words. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Why? Because if you've read this far, you may have needed inspiration. You may have felt like giving up. Or that no one wants to hear what you have to say. Or you may feel you have nothing of value to give. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl"><strong>You have value to give. So, keep going. You've got this</strong>.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_xl"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/64457592020-09-30T06:06:35-07:002020-11-11T20:59:08-08:0015 Ways to feed your soul this fall/winter during a pandemic <p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/a61726c08111d503e68bb10314f9e73132f70430/original/blog-banner-3.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Attitude is everything. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This past summer I tried to make the most of it. I worked less. Spent more time outside and took little adventures whenever I could. We had friends visit for outdoor swims and I spent time paddling in my kayak. We kept our windows open. I walked in the woods. Watched many sunsets. I sat outside for my morning coffee every day. I always had fresh flowers on the table. I did everything I could to make it an enjoyable summer. And it worked. <strong>With all that was going on in the world, I can still look back at summer 2020 with fondness. </strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Autumn is here. The days are getting shorter. Winter is coming.</strong> We’re in a pandemic. I want to live the final two quarters of this incredible year with intention. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I took the time to make a list of things to do during the fall and then winter. It’s a menu of sorts. Something I can choose from when I’m planning my week or have a few extra minutes to spare. I hope these ideas inspire ideas of your own. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Don't worry - you don't have to write everything down.<strong> <a contents="I've put together a handy checklist you can download, with a bunch of things to do and space for you to add your own adventures." data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/FeedmySoul" style="" target="_blank">I've put together a handy checklist you can download, with a bunch of things to do and space for you to add your own adventures.</a> </strong>It's free and just for you.</span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">OUTDOORS </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>There’s a Norwegian word called friluftsliv</strong> (pronounced <em>free-loofts-liv</em>). It means a passion for nature. Take to the outside even during the rain and snow. There is no bad weather only bad clothing. I’m on the hunt for some warm clothing and my plan is to get outside as much as possible during the next few months. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I work from home so I can be a bit more flexible when it comes to my working hours. My strategy is to get up early and begin my work while it’s still dark. That way I can take advantage of the daylight hours to head outside. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Get out in Nature - </strong>Once your bundled up you could</span></p>
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<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Enjoy your morning coffee outside </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Go for a nature walk and look at the changing leaves </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">One of my favourites is to pretend to be a photographer. Take some interesting shots of the leaves, trees, bugs, water, or snow. Whatever catches your fancy </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Go for a hike with the dog </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Step in as many puddles as you can </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Walk in the snow. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Meet a friend for coffee and sit outside </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Snowshoe with friends or join a snowshoe group </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Cross Country Ski </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Build an outdoor fire (we have a fire pit) and drink cocoa. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Have takeout at the beach. Why not? Bundle up and enjoy the view. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Go Tobogganing </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Solid Frozen Lake? Go Ice Skating! </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Go for a drive in the country – look at the autumn colours from the safety of the car. Pick apples. Pumpkin patches. Pack a lunch and make a day of it. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Look at the Christmas Lights – I have a feeling Christmas lights are going to be a big deal this year. We may even put some up. Bundle up and go for a stroll in the neighbourhood. Or take a drive in your area to see the twinkling displays of seasonal joy. </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Movie Night</strong> – Here’s something my husband and I like to do - We take turns picking a director, actor, writer or composer. Then we choose two movies that person participated in one way or another. We pick one well known movie we want to see and the other more obscure. We’ve discovered some great movies that way. The library is a good source for free movies. As well as Netflix and Prime and of course renting a movie online. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Another idea would be to watch the Hollywood version of a film, then the original version. (often foreign) Or Else, the first version of a film and then the blockbuster remake. Discuss which one you liked more. And why. </span></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">Bonus points for preparing food to go with the movie. The Godfather, Italian night. Eat, Pray, Love – Indian Curry and naan. Julie/Julia – Beef Bourguignon </span></em></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Game Night</strong> – You can play the regulars, cribbage, scrabble, rummy. Spoons is fun for the family. Puzzles. You could also spend the evening gaming with friends or family who don’t live close to you. Get everyone on a Zoom call and play Pictionary or Charades. Connection with people you love is the key here. You’re limited to 40 minutes of fun with a free zoom account – so Monopoly is out. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Girls Night</strong> – Did you used to get together with your girlfriends for a drink or a coffee? Now’s the time for a regular chat with friends over Zoom. Grab a glass of wine or a cuppa and let the laughter begin. I’ve had a regular zoom call with one of my best friends since the pandemic started. I’m amazed at how much closer we are as friends and how effective it is as a communication tool. FaceTime. Messenger. Zoom. Whatever. Use technology to connect. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Grandkids</strong> – I’m a grandparent to two amazing little boys. Lately I’ve had online play dates with the boys. I have a big tub of Lego here for when they visit. I pull it out, they pull out their Lego and together we make dinosaurs, jails, and planes with ninjas. I love the time bonding with the kids, and they seem to enjoy it. I highly recommend it. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Eat Out</strong> – We have an Indian restaurant we enjoy going to. They take all the precautions necessary and we feel safe eating there. We like to pick a day mid-week. The restaurant is close to a sea wall, if we leave early enough, we can combine it with some friluftsliving. You can do this by yourself, with your significant other or get together with a friend for a lunch date. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Spa Day</strong> – I have a local spa that I frequent every six weeks. I feel safe while I’m there and I feel like a million bucks when I leave. You could book an appointment at your local spa for a facial, manicure or massage. Even better, go with a friend. Or if that isn’t in your budget or comfort zone, set time aside to pamper yourself. A bubble bath with candles. Give yourself a manicure or pedicure. A luxurious facial. How about a couple’s massage!</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Tailgate Party</strong> – How about a tailgate party with your friends. Get together safely outdoors. Eat some great food. Watch the game on the internet and cheer your team on. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Theatre</strong> – I miss the feeling of live theatre. Fortunately, <strong>you can still see some amazing theatre online</strong>. I have found <strong><a contents="What's on Stage" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.whatsonstage.com/london-theatre/news/stage-shows-musicals-opera-free-stream-online_51198.html" style="" target="_blank">What's on Stage</a></strong> to be a great resource. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Reading</strong> – <strong>Now is the time to add some Hygge to your life</strong>. Hygge is a Danish and Norwegian word for a mood of coziness. Giving feelings of wellness and contentment. Go ahead and light the fire. Put on some warm lights. Grab a beautiful blanket and get into that 800-page epic novel you’ve been wanting to read. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I’ve been using <strong><a contents="Scrybd" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.scribd.com/" style="" target="_blank">Scrybd</a></strong> for my reading. I pay a nominal fee every month and have access to 1000’s of books, from personal development to the latest novels. At writing, I’m reading a novel, a marketing book, a self development book and I’m listening to an audio book about health. The great thing about online reading, there is no need to find space to store the physical book. Your place is kept for you. And you can highlight and take notes. That said, there is something magical about holding a real book in your hands. So, I tend to read my novels the old-fashioned way. I will be curling up in the evenings with a real book this winter by the fire. </span></p>
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<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Take an online course. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Redo a piece of furniture. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Sew a new outfit. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Knit scarves for the homeless. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Craft some Christmas Gifts. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Learn an instrument. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Online Dancing lessons. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Learn a new language. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Try painting or drawing. </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">The trick is to challenge yourself with something new. Challenges feed your soul. They give you confidence, keep you busy and are an integral part of your happiness. So, dive in feet first and have fun. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Music </strong>– Why not Put together some Spotify Playlists to boost your mood throughout the day (<strong><em><a contents="extra bonus if you use one of my songs" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://open.spotify.com/artist/4PdLyYz8l9vXo46Tk0sFGP?si=UNzWmiCRTwe2NDh7wEPwjw" target="_blank">extra bonus if you use one of my songs</a> </em></strong>😊). Diversify your music - Try different genres for different times of the day. </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Wake up music. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Work music. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Cleaning the house tunes. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Dance around the house tunes </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Making dinner. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Relaxing in the evening. </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">Take the time to write a handwritten note or letter to a friend, family member or someone in need. I buy a bunch of blank cards from the Dollar Store for this purpose. Once a week write a note and brighten someone’s day.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Hand out those scarves you knit for the homeless. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Collect food for the food bank from your neighbours.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">These ideas scratch the surface. The point is to <strong>be intentional</strong> about it. Have a list of things there ready for you to choose from and then schedule some into your week. If you have a few minutes with nothing to do, why not choose something from your list? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Do whatever it takes to feed your soul between now and the end of the year.</strong> To do so we must change our mindset. We must go from gloom of months in the dark, to the challenge of making the coming months the best we can. If we do that, we have a fighting chance of having a great final quarter. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">I’m up for the challenge. Are you? </span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong><a contents="Make sure you download my handy checklist to keep with you. It has a bunch of ideas on it that you can check off as you do them" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/FeedmySoul" target="_blank">Make sure you download my handy checklist to keep with you. It has a bunch of ideas on it that you can check off as you do them</a>.</strong> Together we can make the last quarter of 2020 the best it can be.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/64413312020-09-23T18:05:44-07:002020-09-23T18:05:44-07:00Having Vertigo - What it Taught Me<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/beb8234d5919048fc4653c2dd4167f7800d7cefe/original/blog-banner.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">2020 has been a year and a half, hasn't it? So much has happened that it's hard to keep track. There have been good things and not so good things. The virus sits in the latter category. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>But there have also been delightful moments.</strong> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Spending more time at home has increased my awareness of the minutia. I've slowed down. At the same time, I've become more adventurous in a very non-adventurous way. I've learned new technology (while kicking and screaming), I might add. And the best thing is I now read more and chat with friends on the phone more often. Both are perks discovered during a stressful time. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">I also had my first bout of Vertigo. </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It was Tuesday, Sep 8th. The day after labour day. My husband and I enjoyed the holiday Monday with friends. We lazed in the summer heat and ate some fantastic burgers. I drank cider and sparkling rose. I felt great when we waved our goodbyes. The next day the work would begin, and I was ready and raring to go. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Tuesday morning, I bounded out of bed. </strong>I meditated. I was about to have a quick workout before tackling my day. Molly, my neurotic beagle, needed to go outside first. On with the leash and out we went. I bent down for some reason and was instantly dizzy. "<em>That's weird, I thought. What was that all about?</em>" The spinning stopped, and I reached down one more time to grab something from the garden. Boom! The world went upside down. And I went with it. What was going on? I wasn't just dizzy. I couldn't tell which way was up. Everything was spinning in all different directions. I was on my personal fair ride, and I wanted to get off. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I knew right away; it was Vertigo. </strong>I felt nauseous and couldn't seem to get the spinning to stop. I vomited more times than I care to mention, and I don't need to go into more detail than that. All I can say is it was awful. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Five days into having Vertigo and I wasn't getting better. I did the Epley Maneuver three times. And still, I couldn't work, I couldn't cook, and I couldn't function. My eyes were in constant motion, causing more nausea. <strong>It was like having a migraine headache without the pain.</strong> I had to keep my head perfectly still. Sleep was near impossible. I couldn't read, watch TV, sit in the sun, or talk to my grandchildren. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">The first thing I noticed was how many objects I drop during the day. And how much I usually clean as I go. My tidy house was soon a disaster. Something dropped out of the cupboard. <em>"Hmm. Oh, well."</em> The tea towel fell onto the floor. <em>"Oops."</em> Forget making the bed. I went from spick and span to bachelor pad within hours. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>My quality of life plummeted to zero.</strong> I searched for help on the internet and found little. There were so many Vertigo sufferers who had borne it for decades. Their quality of life vanished. Lost jobs. Marriages. It looked so hopeless. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I sat on the couch on Saturday and cried. What if my life stayed like this? What if this was it for me? My goals and dreams vanished. They meant nothing. All I wanted was to feel better. All I wanted was my life back. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I vowed at that moment that I would find help somewhere. And that I would learn how to function and feed my soul even though I was ill. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I felt a crush of empathy for those with extreme chronic pain.</strong> Or those who are dealing with cancer. I wondered how they smiled. How did they find a way to feed their souls? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I woke up the next day (Sunday), and the movement behind my eyes had settled. My guess is the Epley Maneuver performed the day prior had helped. Although I wasn't better, I could function. And functioning was fabulous. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I cried again. But this time my tears were happy tears. <strong>The feeling of hope can't be measured. </strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I'm still on the mend, and every day gets a little better. I feel energetic again. But as soon as I walk fast, I'm reminded to take it easy and be patient. I need to allow myself to heal. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">Why do I tell you all this? </span></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">First, life can change in an instant. </span></strong><span class="font_large">As if 2020 hasn't taught us that already. But I needed to be reminded. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">Second, we cannot take our health for granted. </span></strong><span class="font_large">I've been whining about my health for a while. But I never really do anything about it. That mentality is over. I need to fix the issues that caused the problem in the first place. I vow that I will never take my health for granted again. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Third, no matter what happens in our life, we need to figure out a way to live.</strong> </span><span class="font_large">The saddest thing about Vertigo was having my hope stripped away. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I never want to have Vertigo again. But life is meant to be lived. Wherever we are, we must find a way to live! Sometimes it's easier than other times. But live it we must. Because what is the point otherwise?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Finally, don't make a Yup/Nope video when you have neck issues</strong> – <em>especially if you're dehydrated</em>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Here's the <a contents="Instagram video I filmed on Labour Day Monday" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/CFARy7shfBY/?igshid=qhjzg4tm5o5u" target="_blank">Instagram video I filmed on Labour Day Monday</a>. I think this was the culprit – that and the alcohol. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I'd love it if you follow me on <a contents="Instagram" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/CFARy7shfBY/?igshid=qhjzg4tm5o5u" target="_blank">Instagram</a></strong>. It's where all the cool kids hang out.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Stay healthy, and</span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/63268782020-05-22T15:13:32-07:002020-05-22T21:56:40-07:00Why You Should be More Like a Dandelion<h2><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/38dad7df439930832b88d1a97cba5e39945e69b0/original/copy-of-finding-my-mojo-1.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">What comes to mind when you think of the lowly dandelion? A pesky weed that breaks up the putting green? Or are you a forager and see a bitter tea or greens for dinner? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">The mighty dandelion is one of the first spring blossoms to provide pollen for bees. And feeds nectar to butterflies. They yield hours of entertainment while crafting the perfect yellow chain necklace. Or a diuretic for the Eull Gibbons' of the world. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">This little weed gets under the skin of many and produces joy in others. Their roots grow deep. Up to 15 ft. You can mow them down, and they're back within days bringing cheer with another sunny yellow bloom. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">They were the source of many bouquets from my children. I would put them on display in my prettiest vase on the dining room table. And who doesn't bubble with joy while blowing the fluffy parachute-like seeds? And watching the tiny paratroopers float magically through the air to distant lands. (Like the next-door neighbour's pristine yard.) That's a lot of action from a lowly weed. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">So why would we want to be like a dandelion? </span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Consider the lifecycle of the Taraxacum officinale (dandelion). The "little weed that could" springs forth from the ground and grows straight and true. After a few days of hosting a day spa for other insects, it folds into itself and turns white. Then, it transforms and blossoms a second time. This blossom is different but no less cheery. As it's final hurrah, it spreads its seed in a spectacular display as far as the wind will take it. So, another dandelion grow and continue the legacy. Only when it fulfills its purpose, it withers and dies. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">You might be wondering how this is relevant to you. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">If a common dandelion has a lifelong purpose, why not you? </span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Did you know you share DNA with the tree outside your window? And a banana? And a dandelion? I'm not suggesting we are plants, far from it. But we are all made up of energy, and in that way, we are all connected. Nature is perfect in all forms. It is only when we humans muck about with it, do things fall apart. Every blade of grass, insect and tree serves a purpose. Each intricately woven together in the 'circle of life' to quote Mufasa. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Why not you and me? How is it that even though we share the same DNA and feel the connection to nature when we sit in it or watch the ocean. How is it then that we don't have a purpose? A job we are born to do. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I'm here to tell you that you have one—a purpose for your life. </strong>And like nature, we don't stop doing our job until we're gone. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Going back to the dandelion, once it reaches a certain point in its life cycle, it folds up and re-blossoms. Why is it that so many of us feel once we reach a certain age, our value is gone? And we have nothing of significance to share anymore. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I felt like that once. I was past my expiration date. </strong>I thought no one wanted to hear me sing, or would value anything I had to say. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Why would I think that? Because a magazine says so? It's the ridiculous notion that our age is the indicator of our value. The dandelion doesn't stop, and neither should you. Sure, the blossom may change, but it is no less of an essential part of the cycle. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>You have a job to do that goes beyond puttering in your garden and vacationing in Mexico. </strong>Not that there is anything wrong with that. I love to putter in my garden, although I do not have a green thumb, far from it. And I dream of vacationing in Mexico again, once we can travel. But I am more than that. And so are you. A purpose-driven life. A life of passion and fulfilment. That's what we were born to have. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Next time you see a dandelion, ask yourself, am I following my purpose? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">But what if you don't know your purpose. I've known mine, or what I thought was my purpose (as it is now changing) since I was three. I realize not everyone is like that. And that's ok. Often it starts with doing what is in front of you and going from there. Acting on an inkling or desire and seeing where the path takes you. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">We have become a society that asks others for their opinion continually. What should I wear? Do you like this? Or this? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">There is value in ideas, and we need to learn from others. But we forget how important and on target our instinct is. Not the opinion influenced by social norms, but our voice. Our unique voice. The sum of all our pieces. We silence ourselves. We forget who we are. Knowing who we are is integral to living an authentic life. </span></p>
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<h4><span class="font_large"><strong>Do you know what makes you unique? Do you want to live your life authentic to you? <a contents="You can here." data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://bit.ly/MyChairWorkshop" target="_blank">You can here.</a></strong></span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Often, what makes us distinctive hides the secret to our purpose.</strong> Because as Aristotle said, </span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">"Knowing yourself is the beginning of all knowledge." </span></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">Now go out and be a dandelion.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/61067352020-01-16T10:10:00-08:002020-08-21T12:39:01-07:00What is it with the Naked Women<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/f04a3d1a6bfc0d9fb75afdc36b7d36ebf54ea21f/original/artwork.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.png" class="size_s justify_left border_none" alt="Naked Girl I" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I first saw the sketch for my album cover <a contents="Plush Red Chair" data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair" target="_blank">Plush Red Chair</a> I laughed. I said in my head, </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>“I can’t have a pic of a naked woman for my album cover.”</strong> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But “<em>Naked Girl,</em>” as I lovingly call her, grew on me. She represented something my soul ached for. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>The freedom to be me. As I am. Open. Honest. Authentic. Divalicious! </strong>The more I gazed at her, the more I loved her. The more I wanted to be like her. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c623877045fad1837b8f869f1c706a1288f8a9de/original/sophisticated-enough.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.jpg" class="size_s justify_right border_none" alt="Naked Girl II" />Skip ahead a couple of years. I’m writing new music with a new writing partner. We decide to put on a concert. We choose to name the show after one of our songs. <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://kaymeek.com/events/sophisticated-enough">Sophisticated Enough</a>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This time I pick up the pen and sketch some artwork for the poster. What do I draw? <em>Naked Girl II</em>. She isn’t the skillful drawing like that of Naked Girl I, illustrated by renowned artist James Picard. Naked Girl II is beautiful but straightforward, without arms and artistic flair. If someone had suggested before I would use the female figure to represent my music, I would have laughed. But now, as I look at what seems to be a theme, I see its perfection. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I long for the day when we as men and women can be ourselves. Use our authentic voices. Be who we were born to be. Open. Honest. Free. And Divalicious. That is my dream and why I do what I do.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://kaymeek.com/events/sophisticated-enough" style="">Tickets to Sophisticated Enough are on sale until Jan 25th, 2020. </a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/60619712020-01-05T11:18:39-08:002020-01-05T11:18:39-08:00Six Life Lessons I Learned from my Vacuum<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/702936534d17a482fc8951a608d7d2f79c1fcf15/original/videocapture-20200105-110909-1.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_none" alt="" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I owned an iRobot (Roomba) a decade ago. I loved it. I would gush about it on social media. I loved how it said, "<em>Oh, oh</em>." when it got stuck and made a happy little sound when it finished. It cleaned my floors while I worked in my office and vacuumed under my couch. I adored my Roomba. But sadly, he only lasted a year. I bought a second one and loved Roomba II as much as Roomba I. But, Roomba II succumbed to the same demise in about a year. My Jetson days were over. It looked as though I was to forever be chained to a regular vacuum. I handed the chore to my husband. He wasn't impressed. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">This year I bought a shiny new iRobot. I figured ten years of technology must make a difference, and the price increase best mean technology indeed had changed. My new toy came with an App. I needed to give iRobot a name. Hmm. Bernard or Donovan. I chose Bernard. Somehow giving iRobot a female named seemed wrong. I liked the idea of a Bernard cleaning my home regularly. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What surprised me about Bernard, wasn't how amazing he is at cleaning my floors. Bernard taught me in a short time some life lessons. Epic, Divalicious, life-changing examples on how to live my life. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">1. Consistency </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Every morning at 9 am, Bernard gives out a happy little beep and begins to clean my home. He zigzags in his odd pattern that somehow manages to cover the main floor of my house. He's thorough and works hard. The first time Bernard did his morning routine, the bin was full. A clear indication at the thoroughness (or lack of) of our previous vacuum. I was happy at the amount of dirt Bernard managed to suck up. He was powerful. The next day at 9 am, Bernard began again. Happily zipping through my home. This time when I emptied the bin, there was less dirt. Less animal hair. Hmm. By the time a week was passed, Bernard's job was much more manageable. The bin was never as full as that first time. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Before, when I would come walking up the stairs from the basement into the main living area, I would see the sunlight glistening off the hardwood floors. It would highlight the dust and tufts of hair from Molly the beagle. It was a never-ending battle. I love Molly, and therefore, I put up with her hair on the floor. But the Martha Stewart in me pouted and wished I were better at cleaning my home. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Now, after adding Bernard to my team, when I walk up the stairs, and the sun glistens off the hardwood. I see wood, no hair. The visual result of Bernard's consistency delights my inner Martha Stewart. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#8e44ad;"><strong><span class="font_large">Lesson learned: Being consistent brings results. </span></strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">2. Focus </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Bernard has a singular focus. Every morning he announces he's working. I drink coffee while he zigzags his little patterns throughout my home. Bernard bumps into entries, shoes, purses, walls. He travels over carpets and back onto the hardwood. Doors close. Doors open. And one thing remains the same – Bernard never gets sidetracked. No matter what happens, he keeps his focus and keeps vacuuming. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I ponder how easily sidetracked I am. Facebook. Instagram. Emails. Unimportant busy work or fussing over a lost opportunity. Better yet, shiny object syndrome. Bernard never yells, "Squirrel!" He sticks to the job at hand. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#8e44ad;"><strong><span class="font_large">Lesson learned: If I want to make progress, I need to stay focused. </span></strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">3. Recharging </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">After every cleaning session, Bernard heads back to his charging station. He climbs onto the charger, declares his triumphant achievement and shuts down. Then he takes the time required to recharge his battery. Bernard isn't the energizer bunny. He needs to recharge. If he isn't restored, my little robot won't work. If he isn't renewed, he may not do his job thoroughly. Recharging is key to Bernard's success. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">How many times have I worked and worked and worked until there was nothing left of me? Or until I became ill? How many times have I felt guilty for taking time for myself? Does Bernard feel guilty when he rests on his charger? I doubt it. It's an integral part of the process and a key component to his success. It's ok to take a break. I can read a trashy novel or luxuriate in a bubble bath. I can call a friend and talk about the joys of owning an iRobot! </span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#8e44ad;"><span class="font_large">Lesson Learned: Take time to recharge my batteries. Life isn’t all work. </span></span></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">4. Self-Care </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Bernard is a machine. He's a robot, after all. And with that comes some maintenance. Nothing daunting. But it keeps Bernard running smooth and doing his job. Thus, it keeps my inner Martha Stewart happy. I empty the bin daily. Give the container a rinse a couple of times a week. Remove debris and hair from the wheels and his bits and bobs once a month. And change the filter once every couple of months. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If I only allowed Bernard to recharge at the end of each session, he would get clogged up and stop working. Bernard requires consistent maintenance. So do I. Exercise. Diet. Vitamins. Hair Cuts. Massages. Manicures. Mammograms. Are new shoes considered regular maintenance? How about chocolate? </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#8e44ad;"><strong><span class="font_large">Lesson learned: Take time for self-care. Schedule them in. Daily. Weekly. Monthly. Quarterly. </span></strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">5. Bernard knows when to ask for help </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Bernard isn't perfect. Sometimes he gets stuck under a piece of furniture. When he does, he lets me know. He gives out a yell from where he is and also notifies me on my smartphone. “Bernard is stuck and needs help!”, it says. If I'm home, I can rescue Bernard. If I'm not, I can shut him off until I can get there. Bernard knows I'm there for him if he needs me. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#8e44ad;"><strong><span class="font_large">Lesson learned: Don't be afraid to ask for help. Have key people you can count on. </span></strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">6. Ready to go. </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As long as Bernard's battery is charged, he is ready to go! I recently threw a party at my home. Bernard had done his usual 9 am cleaning. But, by 4 pm, there was more clean up required. I had been cooking all day. When I cook, I'm like Lucile Ball impersonating Julia Child. I make a mess. So, I pulled out my phone and pressed 'clean.' I heard the familiar announcement and Bernard was off and running. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">We never know when an opportunity is going to strike. We never know when someone will want our services. We must be ready to go. So that we can take advantage of any new opportunities or be there for someone who needs us. </span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#8e44ad;"><span class="font_large">Lesson learned: Stay maintained, recharged and ready for the call. </span></span></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">Final thoughts</span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There was a question in my planner as part of my yearly review. "Who are you most grateful for?" and I answered Bernard. I wasn't attempting to be funny. My little iRobot has taught me some great life lessons. He's showed me through his actions what consistency and discipline can do. Thank you, Bernard. 2020 is going to be a Divalicious year.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/58774782019-09-03T06:35:00-07:002019-11-18T10:47:11-08:00My Awesome Retro Photoshoot<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I sometimes think I missed my era. </strong>The 40’s and the 50’s. Not the house-wifey, stay quiet and in your rightful place part. But the clothes. People knew how to dress back then. Both men and women. Curves were celebrated! The red nails and matching lipstick. The hair. My goodness. And then there is the music. Big band. Motown. Ella. So wonderful. I love it all. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, what does a gal like me do? A retro photoshoot that’s what. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/d4abf8194c3556fcc4c8202dc07db6d2a7d8ace4/original/paax58lb.jpeg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />A neighbour of mine has this classic Mustang convertible. His </span><span class="font_large">red-orange</span><span class="font_large"> garage queen started the whole idea. One day after watching me drool over the car, Ron offered his prize car for a </span><span class="font_large">photoshoot</span><span class="font_large">. If I wanted. If I wanted? Ha! I already own some retro dresses. I have a show called Journey to Divalicious! The pictures came to life in my mind. I asked another neighbour, the lovely Jessica if she would help with the styling. She is a Stella & Dot stylist and I thought we could join forces. </span><span class="font_large">Next</span><span class="font_large">, I hired a photographer and we were up and running. The date booked. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">There’s a lot of set up to a shoot like this. Locations. Ideas. Weather. You have to get your nails done. False eyelashes. Hair. What are you going to wear? Do you have the right shoes? No? Best buy some. Are there props? Yes. Soon I was sourcing old fashioned mics and overnight cases. It was kind of crazy. So much running around. By the time we got to the shoot, I felt like I’d been up for three days straight. I think I may have been. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The night before the photographer called. The forecast called for rain. 5mm of rain in the a.m. That’s a lot of rain. The week before had been solid sunshine. Sweltering heat. But the day of the shoot? Rain. We almost cancelled. The next morning it didn’t look too bad. We decided to go for it anyway because mics were rented and cars were washed. Everyone was available. Who knew what it would be like a week from now? Let’s go! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/d6376296a72aca725f8567bc07a5ec5fbfa8fd46/original/20190830-161634.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />We left the house, high heels, red lips and a pretty dress. Off to the railroad tracks. Molly my beagle couldn’t stand that I had left the house without her. I could hear her howling. She wouldn’t stop. Then I see a perky beagle running towards me like the Alpo Dog. I broke my pose. She had escaped and was soon ‘on set’ with me. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Later, when I got in the Mustang to take pictures I thought Molly was going to lose it. She thought I was driving away again without her. More howling. Have you heard a beagle howl? Lord. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Jessica’s kids came out of hiding and watched with interest for about an hour or so. People stopped and looked. I felt like a star in my own neighbourhood. They gave photo suggestions and compliments. I live in a great area of BC and love my neighbours. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><strong>** IMPORTANT NOTE ** </strong></span></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">They say never work with kids or animals. I would like to add classic cars to the mix. I was totally upstaged by Ron's Mustang Convertible. But, I have to admit, it is a gorgeous car. You would believe how small they are inside. <strong>How did anyone ever neck in one of those things?</strong> They had to be in their 20's and very limber that's all I can say.</span></em></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><strong>It was important to me that the shots not be ‘pin-up’. </strong>They could be fun. Pretty. Coquettish even. But not about sex. I want the photos to be empowering. Celebrating women at any age. At any weight. In all our Divalicious goodness. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/a66f465e64ee3b8f9630509252770bdecea58760/original/20190830-105711.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />I’ve never done a photoshoot weighing what I do right now. I had to give myself a pep talk right before. My insecurities rose to the surface. I felt panic. I stopped. Took a breath. I needed to practice what I preach. I had the lovely Jessica to remind me of how beautiful I was. She wasn’t about to let me forget it. Surround yourself with good people they say. Jessica is good people. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Divalicious is about being the best YOU, YOU can be. </strong>Right here. Right now. At this particular moment in time. It’s about enjoying it all. Breathing it all in. Giving your best. And loving every minute of it. Including yourself. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I did that. And it was exhausting. Exhausting and fun. What a Divaliciously fantastic day. It’s crazy how tired I was when it was all over. I slept for two days. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I can’t wait to see the pictures and share them with you. I hope the photographer was able to capture the heart of the day. Which was all about community. Love and a whole lot of Divalicous fun.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b50d61e9f99fc82b5e0eb4ff8cfa16d49e8b0dae/original/stay-divalicious-sig.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/58633472019-08-20T07:55:00-07:002019-08-21T19:55:36-07:00The Day My Past and Present Met at a Funeral<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6b6963fc2ee4b8148db2d5d7f98c08e92eb7286f/original/the-day-my-1.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Last week I attended </span><span class="font_large">the funeral</span><span class="font_large"> of a friend who passed away from a sudden heart attack. It was sobering, </span><span class="font_large">to</span><span class="font_large"> say the least. Most of us in attendance were </span><span class="font_large">gobsmacked</span><span class="font_large">. Michael’s death touched us all in a profound way. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Funerals can have a perk though</strong>. <em>Is it OK to say that?</em> It seems that the last few memorials I’ve been to I see friends I haven’t seen in years. Sometimes we rekindle the friendship which is wonderful. The memorial last week was such an event. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I met some highs school friends whom I haven’t seen in years. We booked coffee dates with promises to catch-up. It was a good. Michael would have liked it. He was good at nurturing friendships. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>But the best part of the funeral was seeing my high school music teacher (DS)</strong>. He recognized me right away even though I was 40 years older. I gave him a big hug and said, “<em>I think of you often</em>.” We chatted for a while, and then I had to end the conversation as I needed to get to a bathroom. The Eulogy was a tad long and I had been drinking water. Nature called. </span><span class="font_large">Actually</span><span class="font_large">, Nature was screaming at me. While in the washroom I thought “<em>I should get a picture of me and (DS)!</em>” </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">This may not be a popular statement, because it's polite to honour all teachers. But the fact of the matter is <strong>not all teachers are great</strong>. Most are mediocre. Some of them are downright awful and shouldn’t be near a child. Every once in a while though, a special one comes along. A teacher that makes a real difference in a student’s life. I had one. Only one. And I bumped into him at Michael's funeral. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">When I left the washroom I saw my old school pal Colleen. Whoa! Flashback! We hugged. Talked for a while. I said. I saw </span><span class="font_large">DS</span><span class="font_large">! “What?”, she responded. “<em>I think about him all the time. I need to get a picture with him.</em>” No kidding. We both had the same response. Colleen remembered him for basketball. I remembered him for music. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">DS pushed me musically. But not only that. He was kind. Encouraging. Funny as all get out. His students would do anything for him. <strong>I would have done anything for him.</strong> In a life ‘fraught with drama’ as I like to say in a proper British accent, DS stands out as a bright moment. He believed in me when no one else did. I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say anything negative about him. Ever. He was that kind of teacher. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">And he is still teaching even though he could retire. He says it keeps him young and he loves the kids.</span></strong></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">He was only 12 years older than me when I was his student. Yet he had so much wisdom for a young man. So much natural teaching talent. The students he teaches now are very lucky. He’s a gem of a man. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">We had a chance to chat more and I told him how much he meant to me. How much his kindness and encouragement had helped. I was a </span><span class="font_large">screwed-up</span><span class="font_large"> kid but he saw through it. He saw me. Not just my talent. Me. But he loved my talent and encouraged it to grow. To blossom. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>He told me he would throw something new at me to see how I would react.</strong> I’d go home and figure it out and he’d think “Wow. She did that. What else I can give her.” And then he’d come up with a new challenge for me. And I’d run home and figure things out. He stretched my limits. And because I wanted to please him I grew.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I know that <strong>without DS as a teacher I wouldn’t be singing today</strong>. I wouldn’t be willing to try new things. He is the one who started it all. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">How do you thank someone who has had that much of an impact on your life? You can't really. You write a blog.<br><br>So to all the teachers who give it</span><span class="font_large"> their</span><span class="font_large"> all. Who encourage their students. Who look past their families and upbringing and see the real person. Who sees their potential when no one else does. Who figures out how to nurture that talent. To you, I want to say <em>“Bless you. Bless you. Bless you. The world needs more of you</em>.” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">And to DS... "<strong>Thank you from the bottom of my heart.</strong>"</span></p>
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<h2><span class="font_large">FINDING MY MOJO </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">I haven’t written in a while. In a long while. It’s not as though I have nothing to write about. I do. I have two wonderful interviews with artists waiting for me to do something with them. My life has seen a lot of change. I’ve performed at some wonderful venues and some not so wonderful venues. I’ve had wins and survived failures. I’ve seen some great concerts and movies. I have a new songwriting partner. But did I write about any of it? No! And I love to write. So what happened? Why did I stop? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Would you like the honest answer and not the “I’m in control of my life and have it all going on!”, answer? Here it is...</span></p>
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<h3><strong><em><span class="font_large">I lost my mojo. </span></em></strong></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">For the longest time, I had a clear idea of what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go with my life. My path had curves, but nothing I couldn’t handle. And then - I had a mini heart attack. Boom! Soon after I capsized my Kayak in the ocean. I swam in the frigid water for 30 minutes or so. Never realizing how serious the situation was. Those two events threw me for a loop. Suddenly, getting another gig didn’t feel so important. Instead, I felt timid. Afraid to move. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. Life can change in an instant. I saw the frailty of it all, and it scared me. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">They say your priorities come into line in situations like this – but that wasn’t the case with me. I felt confused. Lost. Without my mojo. And that feeling has lasted a long time. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So I was quiet. I set the interviews aside. I dropped my ‘marketing plan’. I stopped tweeting and posting on Facebook. Instagram survived without pictures of my food. I just stopped. What was it all for anyway?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">The past few months have been a time of soul searching. It’s given me a chance to re-think my life. What is it about? What do I want to do? I should rephrase that. What am I born to do? Because I do believe we all have a job to do and I know for a fact that I have not done mine. But what is it? Is it singing in some restaurant? No. I can tell you it isn’t that. There is more. Much more and I’m searching for the answer. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">For a while now I’ve been considering channelling my energy into speaking. Public speaking. As each week goes by the pull becomes stronger. If you go through my blog posts you’ll notice I seldom write about music. I write about life and life lessons. It’s what I do naturally. If you’ve been to one of my concerts – the sit-down kind – you’ll know I’m the same way on stage. I tell stories. I try to inspire and uplift through word and my music. And I’m good at it. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">There is a piece of me that says <strong>“You’re too old to be starting something new.” </strong>And then I remember the verse from<a data-link-label="" data-link-type="track" href="/track/1305510/divalicious"> Divalicious</a> –</span></p>
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<h4 style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="font_large">“I’m kicking down the fences trying to pen me in. Knowing my worth despite the decade I’m in. You can call me crazy. Call me over-ambitious. I don’t fit in your mould. I’m Divalicious!” </span></strong></h4>
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<p><span class="font_large">Then my old friend fear whispers in my ear, <strong>“Who’s gonna listen to you? You’re no guru. It’s all been said before anyway.”</strong> The faint voice of my late sister whispers in my other ear, “<strong>Don’t let fear stop you from doing something you really want to do sis</strong>.” </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So I reflect on the stories and lessons I’ve learned throughout this life of mine. The life ‘fraught with drama’ (you have to say that in a posh English accent to get the full effect). And I realize I’ve gained much insight. I have a compelling story to tell and something to give back. It may have all been said before. But it hasn’t been said by me. Certainly not in my Divalicious way. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">It’s not that I want to give up singing. Far from it. I’m writing new music. I have a great new writing partner. I can’t wait to share our new tunes with you. I hope to record soon and do more concerts. But I’ve lost the hustle aspect. I’m not going to sing for the sake of singing anymore. I want to do what I do. Put on quality concerts. Tell my story. Sing from my heart. That’s me and it’s not going to change. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">But I also don’t want another woman to go through what I went through. I want women to understand their own <strong>power</strong> and <strong>inner badass</strong>. I want every woman to go beyond what society expects and live their version of a <strong>Divalicious Life</strong>. I want women to get <strong>past their past </strong>and not merely survive but <strong>thrive</strong>. I want women of any age who think their time is past to understand that <strong>“Unless they’re boots up, it ain’t over!”</strong>. I want every woman to see their true potential and know they <strong>have a purpose</strong> in this life. That they are the <strong>Queen of their domain</strong>. That <strong>Royal blood runs through their veins</strong>. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">It’s time for us to <strong>Reclaim our Throne </strong>and<strong> become the women we were born to be</strong>. Are you with me?</span></p>
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<p> </p>3:56Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/56259272019-02-05T07:10:00-08:002019-02-05T07:10:17-08:00One Simple Act You Can Do That Has Great Impact<h3><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c506cc495f3b767d37b5ae5eb51511768e56b83b/original/blog-post-header.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Did you know February 7th is “Send a Card to a Friend Day?” What a great day to celebrate! </strong></span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">Last year I sent cards to a lot of friends. Almost one a week for an entire year. I sent them to dear friends. To my children or to old friends I haven’t spoken with in a while. To colleagues or friends who were ill. (some now passed). It was so simple to do and the response was wonderful. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I would get a call or an email to say <em>“Thank you, I was having a difficult day and then I received your card in the mail. It brightened my day.”</em> How lovely is that? Something so simple can have an impact on a person’s day. Not everyone responded. Some were silent. But I didn’t send the cards out to get a response – although the response, in turn, made my day. I sent the cards out for the sole purpose of brightening someone’s day. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This world needs more kindness. It needs more love. The people who are in our lives need to hear we care about them. Don’t you think? Imagine how you would feel if you received a card from someone you know? A card that said – “Just popping in to tell you I’m thinking of you. I think you’re great. I appreciate our friendship.“ How would that make you feel? You can do that for someone else. With nothing more than a card, stamp and a pen. </span></p>
<p><em><strong><span class="font_large">Tip – You can find a ton of blank cards for cheap at the Dollar Store. Being kind doesn’t have to cost a lot of money. </span></strong></em></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, that’s it! Why not run out and buy a card for someone you love today? Handwrite a little note then post it in the mail. You’ll make someone’s day (including your own).</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="PS - If you like my blog, you'd like my stories. I have a ton and I can share them with you. Oh, and you get free stuff all the time too. " data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://mailchi.mp/6dd5457efa01/caylabrooke" target="_blank">PS - If you like my blog, you'd like my stories. I have a ton and I can share them with you. Oh, and you get free stuff all the time too. </a></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/56051102019-01-22T08:42:47-08:002019-01-22T08:45:46-08:00Complaining Cayla Makes a Vow<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/59a3cb3568c5f980136719e882d3ab75cd867daf/original/blog-post-33.png/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Are you a complainer? Do you have the complaints department on speed dial? I know I can be at times. I complain about the government. And not my own country! I can complain about finances. A lack of things to do. Having too many things to do. I complain about my weight, my hair, my age, how I'm feeling, and a host of other things. As I read all this I realize I’m a complainer. Call me Complaining Cayla. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I had a conversation with someone recently, OK it was an argument. We had had the conversation several times before. It always turned into an argument. It was about a situation I have no control over. And yet this person would complain to me about it over and over and over again. I found my chest starting to tighten and my mood changed completely. I went from being in a good mood to a crappy one in an instant. All because someone else was complaining to me. And it got me to thinking. What is the use of complaining anyway? What value does it have? It’s a serious question. Oh if you’re hanging out with a fellow complainer it feeds the insidious beast inside. But when you stop and think about it, complaining serves no useful purpose. It has no value. It does not change one thing. It makes you feel awful. You’re left swirling in negativity. Which is bad for your health and attracts nothing but more negativity. What’s the point? Let me answer that for you. There is none. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">We're programmed to complain. We first learned it from our parents. We heard them complain about work, paying the mortgage and the like. We watch the news that feeds off all that is sensational. Social media is full of it. We’re intolerant. Angry. It’s not doing us any good as a race. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Maya Angelou said. </span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.” </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What if we stopped? What would happen if we stopped complaining? What would happen if you and I decided today that we weren’t going to complain anymore? How would our lives change? Would they change for the better? I think they might. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Imagine, if something wasn’t going right and we chose to not complain but to take action. Or to flip the switch and instead of complaining express what we’re grateful for. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I remember complaining at the end of the year to my husband about my Spotify account. I did the 2018 year-end report. You know the one everyone posted “Thank you for the 250,000 streams!” And the number of hours people listened to their music. When I did mine I laughed... or cried... I'm not telling. I looked at it and thought I should post it as a joke. Stating <em>“Look at me, I’m so successful.”</em> </span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_xl">And then something inside me said: “Why are you being so ungrateful?” </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I looked at the numbers again. Although they weren’t huge like other artists there was plenty to be grateful for. People that I don’t know from all over the world listened to my music in 2018. From 70 different places. How cool is that? When I realized there may be a woman out there who listened to Divalicious and felt stronger I felt good. It's the reason I sing, </span><span class="font_large">isn't</span><span class="font_large"> it? </span><span class="font_large">Yes</span><span class="font_large">, it is. Suddenly the minuscule numbers didn’t feel so minuscule. They felt Divalicious. I flipped the switch on my complaining and felt better. More grateful. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There are always two ways to look at things. The glass half empty and the glass half full. When my daughter looks at her bills she is grateful. For what you ask? The credit card company trusted her enough to give her money in advance. She has heat. She has a house. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This world is a crazy place and there are so many things that are out of our control. I can’t do anything about the government except vote. We can complain about the government not taking care of the poor, or we can do something. We can help someone who is poor, or alone, or sick. That action beats words any day of the week. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There are times when an attitude adjustment is required. I realize the argument I had earlier escalated because I reacted. And when it escalated I felt horrible for the rest of the evening. Where, if I let it alone I would have had a much better evening. All I had to do was move on to something else. Not </span><span class="font_large">react, or</span><span class="font_large"> feed the negativity. Like Maya says, if you can’t change something, change your attitude. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>This week I vow to work at not complaining. </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">That includes not reacting to other people who complain. I won’t be perfect. I’m sure. But I want to change. I don’t want to be Complaining Cayla anymore. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Would you like to join me on this journey to stop complaining and be more grateful for what we have? Let’s take action where we can. Change our attitude where we can’t. And let’s make this world a more positive and happy place. I’m in. Are you? </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">We’ve all seen the meme. A picture of Audrey Hepburn or Lucille Ball and the caption “In a world full of Kardashians be an Audrey or a Lucy.” Or to be blunt, have some class. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But I’d like to take it a step further. In a world full of Kardashians be you. Why emulate someone else. I’m no Audrey Hepburn and I wish I were as talented as Lucille Ball. No. I’m me. You’re you. There is no one else out there like you. You are unique. You are one of a kind. You are competition free. </span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">We all are. It sounds trite. Meme style wisdom. It’s not when you dig deep. </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">We are the sum of our pieces. Our upbringing. Our past hurts and victories. We are our screw-ups and failures. We are our out of the park home runs and promotions. We are the good, bad and ugly tied together in one messy bow. We are our story. Your story is not my story. Your talent is not mine. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I sing. You may sing. You may perform as a professional as I do. But you’re not my competition. Why? Because you bring something completely different to the table than me. And the same goes for me to you. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The world loves to put us in a box. We love to categorize each other. Stereotype one another. It’s easier that way. It's like we’re cookie cutter assembly line clones of each other. On the one hand, society says, “Yes! Be different.” In the next breath, we’re trying to reign in anything outside of the norm. We don't like anything that makes us uncomfortable or scared or insecure. We have much to learn. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If we can grasp that we each have a unique place in this world. We each have a job to do. Yes, we do. It’s your “why” for being here. Some of us are lucky (<em>unlucky</em>) enough to know our “why” right from the beginning. Others need to actively seek it out. </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">What are your talents? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What makes you cry? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What gives you joy? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What makes you angry? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Is there something that you could do for hours and hours and not notice the time? </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">These are hints into what makes you tick. Your “why”. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When you find your “why”, your next step places you on the path of doing. And when you realize you are unique and that being unique is a good thing, you can exhale. The restlessness vacates the building like Elvis. You take stock and accept your idiosyncrasies. You accept what makes you stand out from the crowd. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Then, if the rest of us are lucky, you take action. One small step towards fulfilling your why. And then another step and another step. Soon you’re on your way. And in your own unique way, you make the world a better place. Your “why” doesn’t have to have worldwide impact. Your “why” doesn’t have to be elaborate. Your “why” could be loving the elderly and visiting them on a regular basis. Your “why” could be using your business to raise money every year for a cause you believe in. Your “why” could be performing. Your “why” could be writing. Your "why" could be anything. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>And, you don’t have to have the class of Audrey Hepburn to do your part. </strong>There are many a redneck with a vision who are pursuing their “why”. I’m one of them. Well, there’s a little bit of redneck in me. I’m a redneck who likes jazz and the symphony. Go figure. But that’s what makes me unique. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Imagine for a moment if everyone did what they were born to do. What kind of world would we live in? I can tell you it would be different than the world we are living in now. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I encourage you to celebrate your uniqueness. Don’t hide it. Embrace it! Be a “pickles and peanut butter” cook. Live your life on your terms. Follow your dreams. Your path. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>But Cayla. I’m too old! Yeah. Don’t even go there. Are </strong><strong>you</strong><strong> </strong><strong>boots</strong><strong> up? No? Then it ain’t over my friend.</strong> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">No Cayla, I'm too young! Oh my goodness. Thanks for reading my blog! Honey, listen to me. Go! Be you! Take life by the reigns and run with it. If you don't know your "why", begin working at finding it. Do what's in front of you and never stop. It will happen. You'll find it. I can't wait to see what you do! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Go out and conquer. Make this day the day you accept yourself as you are. No more comparisons. It’s Apples to oranges anyway. And you are one juicy orange. Then get started or continue on your path. Every day. One small step. That’s what I’m doing and I’d love to walk with you.</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/55751442019-01-08T09:55:00-08:002019-01-08T10:14:30-08:002019 - The year of self-indulgence. The good kind.<p><span class="font_large">Self-care is important. It ought to be our priority. It’s that whole your oxygen mask first idea. Take care of yourself and you’re better equipped to take care of others. And yet if you’re like me, self-care feels selfish. Indulgent. But nothing could be further from the truth. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I work. I work a lot. I enjoy my work so at times I get lost in it. Hours will go by and I haven’t eaten. Moved. Taken a break. This is not conducive to a “Divalicious Life”. The life I strive for. The life I long for. What to do? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">One of my challenges for 2019 is to add self-care into my daily planner. Yes. That’s right. I now schedule time for me. And I make sure there’s a little something for me every day. Self-care is anything that makes us happy, healthy or more relaxed. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Some of my go to’s are – </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Reading a book </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Going for a walk outside </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Making a cup of tea and sitting on the balcony for a few minutes </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Having coffee with a friend </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Chatting to my Grandkids on FaceTime </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">A massage </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Getting a manicure or pedicure </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Drawing </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Having a Bubble Bath </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">Well, gosh darn it! Wouldn’t you know today is Bubble Bath Day? Never was there a better time to schedule some self-care as there is today. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If you’re at a loss on how to relax – your answer is in the bubbles. Remember being a kid and loving your bubble bath? Blowing the bubbles and watching them float in the air? Making an extra long nose? Or Horns on your head? You can do that again. Plus the bubbles hide the bits and pieces of you you'd rather not think about after the month-long indulgence that was December. So go ahead. Draw a hot bath. Add some fun bubbles. Pour yourself a glass of wine. Light a candle or two. Slip in. Feel the pressure of the day evaporate. Bring a book to read (add more light) or listen to this fab <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://open.spotify.com/user/caylabrooke1/playlist/59A3sgHb1901UE5aqe4FgT?si=rGEGkh1ZTeW0cYHjCN0Zyw">Spotify playlist</a> I created especially for bath time. It almost an hour long. And will at first help you relax and then put you in a great mood while you groove to the tunes.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Ahh, I’m relaxed thinking about it. Is it OK to have a bath in the middle of the day? I’m thinking yes it is.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS - <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://open.spotify.com/user/caylabrooke1/playlist/59A3sgHb1901UE5aqe4FgT?si=rGEGkh1ZTeW0cYHjCN0Zyw">Don't forget the Spotify Playlist. Perfect for your</a></span><span class="font_large"><a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://open.spotify.com/user/caylabrooke1/playlist/59A3sgHb1901UE5aqe4FgT?si=rGEGkh1ZTeW0cYHjCN0Zyw"> </a></span><span class="font_large"><a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://open.spotify.com/user/caylabrooke1/playlist/59A3sgHb1901UE5aqe4FgT?si=rGEGkh1ZTeW0cYHjCN0Zyw">bubble bath, or your next cup of tea! </a><strong>And of </strong></span><span class="font_large"><strong>course</strong></span><span class="font_large"><strong> Follow me on Spotify. I'd love that.</strong></span></p>
<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/55747362019-01-01T08:50:00-08:002019-01-01T09:35:10-08:00Growing into 2019<p><span class="font_large">Happy New Year to you! Before getting into the blog, I want you to wish you a fabulous 2019. Full of love, laughter and Divalicious goodness!</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">When I look over the entire year of 2018 it’s a much better year than it feels. I accomplished a lot, but it has ended a little flat and well flat is flat. Like a deflated tire. Not too exciting or containing momentum. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Here’s what I accomplished </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">I wrote 12 songs. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I made a list of things I would like to do in various areas of my life at the beginning of the year. Health. Happiness. Creative. Travel. Etc. I crossed off the entire list. There were 50 items! </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I read a lot of books (always good) </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I went to Nashville </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I took a vacation (trust me … big deal) </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Plush Red Chair received 4 stellar reviews </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I wrote a show and premiered it </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I did a mini tour </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I did several House Concerts </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I more than doubled my bookings from 2017 </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I started drawing </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">I started a morning routine </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">And yet …. In October things took a downward spiral which continued right through until the end of the year. PLUS I was sick THREE TIMES in 2018. That never happens to me. Or it never used to happen. Autumn 2019 I get the flu shot and that’s that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But like the preacher said Sunday’s a-</span><span class="font_large gr-progress">comin</span><span class="font_large">'! 2019 is here and I couldn’t be happier. Not that I needed a new year to change things up. But a fresh start feels good. A new planner. New goals. New start. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My word for 2018 was Honour. And for the most part, I did. I honoured my life, relationships, friends. It felt good. Sometimes I soared. Other times … not so much. On the whole, I didn’t do too bad. There were missteps (hello Chinese takeout), and downright failures (</span><span class="font_large">buh-</span><span class="font_large">bye self-care). Then there were times when I nailed it – like stopping in the middle of the crazy of Nashville to go for a swim. I’d like to carry some of that into my 2019. It felt good. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>This year my word is Growth.</strong> I figure it’s time for me to get to work so that others hear my music. I figure it’s time to book even more gigs. It’s time to perform that show of mine. It’s time to write even more songs. I want to grow my relationship with YOU. Get to know you more. Enjoy the process. I want to grow as a person. Learn more. Develop more. Grow as an artist. Grow in my relationships with others. My spouse. Kids. Grandkids. Friends. Just not in girth. I’ve experienced enough of that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I’m looking forward to seeing what 2019 brings. My goals are lofty and will stretch me as an artist, entrepreneur and human. That’s good. I spent a lot of time like a ship without a rudder. Drifting through life. Letting the current steer me wherever it wanted. Even if it meant escorting me off my path. But not anymore. No sir. I’m on to </span><span class="font_large">you</span><span class="font_large"> life. I’ve bought </span><span class="font_large">myself</span><span class="font_large"> a rudder. It’s called a planner and it has goals in it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So … what keeps you on track? Do you like to write down your goals? I’d love to hear what works for you.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS - If you would like to be part of my year of growth click<a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://mailchi.mp/6dd5457efa01/caylabrooke"> here</a>. I'll give you some free music and we'll grow together.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/55731952018-12-29T00:34:16-08:002018-12-29T00:34:16-08:00Next Year I'm Going to be Jewish for Christmas<p><span class="font_large">I used to love Christmas. Everything about it. I loved the presents. Giving. The shopping. I put together the best stockings. There were new pyjamas on Christmas Eve. Puzzles. Games. A Christmas movie. The house was decorated with garlands and Santas. I made cookies. We ate turkey. All of the fixings. My mom’s salad. I loved Christmas. Christmas was family. Christmas was food. Christmas was laughter. Christmas was … </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It’s changed. I look at others and I see what I used to have. I don’t have it anymore. I try to recreate the moments but they aren’t the same. I try to incorporate new traditions. They miss the mark. I’ve done it for a few years now and no matter how hard I try it never really happens. Christmas has lost its shine for me. And that's not very Divalicious is it?</span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again, but expecting different results. </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, I’ve decided to switch things up next year. Next year I’m going to be Jewish at Christmas. Or go away on a vacation. Or … I’m not sure. But I’m writing in my planner right now for November. Don’t fall for the trap Cayla. Don’t try to make it happen. Do something else. Be Jewish…or something. I’ll sail through the season and feel great about it all. Yeah. That sounds good. That sounds more like me.</span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">I was born with a stubborn mindset. </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My stubbornness is a bone of contention to some, but for me, it is a blessing. My persistence moves me forward when every other part of me screams to stop. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Our mindset is a big deal. Although I was born with a ‘tude, life kicked it out of me. For the longest time, I allowed people to crush me. And for the longest time, I didn’t realize I allowed it. I thought stuff happened to me. “Why oh why?” I lamented. I was a magnet for drama. It followed me like a shadow and turned my life into a Country song. I never took responsibility for my own actions. Granted, when I was a kid, I had an excuse. But into my 50’s? That’s all on me. </span></p>
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<p><strong><span class="font_large">We limit our success. </span></strong></p>
<ul> <li><em><span class="font_large">“I’ll never get to do that. </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">I didn’t go to University so I can’t _____. (fill in the blank). </span></em></li> <li><span class="font_large"><em>I’m too old to _______ (fill in the blank).</em></span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><em>People will laugh at me </em></span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>We limit our finance capacity</strong>. </span></p>
<ul> <li><em><span class="font_large">I can’t afford that. I’ll never own a ____________ (fill in the blank). </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">We don’t have the money to ______________. (fill in the blank). </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">I wish I could go to _____________, but. </span></em></li>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>We limit ourselves in our relationships.</strong></span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large"><em>“things will never change.” “It is the way it is.” </em></span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><em>“This is my lot in life.” </em></span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><em>“I have a poor choice in men/women.” </em></span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><em>“I can never seem to find the right _____.” </em></span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>The usual suspects saunter in</strong></span></p>
<ul> <li><em><span class="font_large">I can’t. It never. </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">I’ll never. </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">I wish. </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">I doubt. </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">Only other people. </span></em></li> <li><em><span class="font_large">Plan B. </span></em></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">I’ve said it before in my blog – I am a slow learner when it comes to life lessons. Oops. Mindshift. I WAS a slow learner. But NOT ANYMORE! This year I had a gargantuan mind-shift. When I took responsibility for my own life, <em>everything changed</em>. When I realized it was up to me to flourish, <em>everything changed</em>. When I realized I had a choice in my response to life, <em>everything changed</em>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">How did <em>everything change</em>? I felt better. Instead of life’s dramas coxswaining me here and there like a cow roaming in a field. I knew I was in control of my reactions. I <em>choose</em> how life affects me. Personal growth is now important to me. I choose to be better every day. I choose to learn something new, every day. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">The realization of the impact my attitude has on my life hit home. When I’m a ‘negative ninny’ I’m down. Singing the blues. I imitate Eeyore. A little raincloud rests over my head. I haven’t the motivation to brush my hair, let alone write a blog. But when I change my thoughts around. When I choose to react in a different way, things shift. A ten on the Richter Scale shift. A Divalicious! shift. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Mind shifts take time to adhere. But when they do, they stick like super glue. Once you ‘get it’, you’re on it. You catch your Ninny self in the act all the time! <strong>Nah ah. Not on my watch!</strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">For instance, while I type this blog my ancient cat Oliver takes a chair in my office. He has a meow that would put a Heavy Metal Band band to shame and won’t stop meowing until he has your attention. My first reaction is to get annoyed. He seldom knows what he wants, but keeps meowing anyway. He is, after all, a feline. I look over at him. He looks at me. Skin and bones. He’s 18 years old. Walter Matthau reincarnated as an orange tabby. I make a conscious decision to change my mindset. I remember all the years he’s been with us. What a wonderful cat he’s been. I know he won't be with us much longer. I pick him up. Give him a good pet. He purrs. I share a little moment with him and tell him I love him. Before long he’s had enough (he is a cat after all). The Hallmark moment ends abruptly and I can get back to my blog. And look! New content. Thanks Oliver. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/2f6967fb723de329670b1e36402d7858289782d1/original/20181126-191436.jpg/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="Oliver Sleeping" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If I hadn’t made the shift, not only would the above paragraph be absent. So would some of my sanity. He’d continue to whine. I’d be frustrated and say, louder than I should, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”. My veins would pulse in my neck like a cartoon character. And he’d still be meowing. How do I know this? Uh ... 15 minutes earlier.... Instead, he’s curled up next to the beagle. She’s snoring. Life is perfect. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I’ve worked on my mindset in areas of money, my music, my blog and my circumstances. Without being all Hippy, and sensing your aura while I hold onto a crystal, the world of positive energy is a much nicer place to reside. The rent is cheap and it seldom rains there. The trick is finding other roommates who are hip to your vibe.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I’m in no way perfect. Far from it. But I’m glad I discovered you can change your mindset. I’m re-wiring my brain. It's taking time. But I'm re-thinking my thinking and I think I like it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What about you? Are you a “Negative Ninny” sometimes? Or have you limited yourself in the past and didn’t realize it? I’d love to hear about it.</span></p>
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<p><em><span class="font_large">PS – If you would like to help me out with my music career, you can, by following me on <a contents="Spotify" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://open.spotify.com/artist/4PdLyYz8l9vXo46Tk0sFGP" target="_blank">Spotify</a>. Of course, streaming some of my songs and adding your favourites to one of your playlists is cool too. Thank you!</span></em></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/55175232018-11-20T04:00:00-08:002018-11-20T13:47:54-08:00The Lady Sings the Blues - An Interview with Filipino Blues Singer Carolyn Fe<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/35df688be76d7777a9323ed8a5e71df459ba9ff6/original/blog-post-23.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I first met award-winning actress and blues singer Carolyn Fe online in a female musician’s Facebook Group. There, I enjoyed her interview with Mutsumi Takahash from CTV News. I related to the story Carolyn told and thought “I get her, I want to know more about her.”. So, I asked Carolyn if I could interview her for my blog – a far cry from CTV I realize – and she said, “Yes!”. Thanks Carolyn! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Carolyn Fe was born in the Philippines and raised in Montreal. The land of poutine, tender smoked meat, and hot jazz. Montreal is no stranger to racism and Carolyn dealt with it from an early age. Left standing on the fringe of society. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In the 70’s, the era of corduroy, hot pants and Farah Fawcett hair, Carolyn danced for a ballet company. A young woman, she had to wear light wigs and pale make-up when she performed on stage. Sometimes contacts to lighten her dark brown eyes. All to make Carolyn appear more ‘white’ to the audience. Racism comes in all shades and any wage bracket. Carolyn appreciated the work. Yet, every pallid application chipped at her soul. She wasn’t enough. </span></p>
<hr><p><em><span class="font_large">I must interject. I can't believe that happened in Canada during my lifetime. The same day I heard Carolyn's story, I read black ballet dancers paint their point shoes with dark makeup. That's happening now! Buying point shoes the colour of their own skin tone wasn't possible, until recently. Can you imagine? Why so little diversity in the ballet world? Misty Copeland breaks new ground, thank goodness. But are you kidding me? I feel for the dancers. Always on the outside looking in. It’s unacceptable. It’s wrong. </span></em></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">I told my husband the ballet story. He reminded me of Jockey/Trainer Jeannie Spence from Vancouver. In the 60’s she pulled a Yentl. She disguised herself as a male to become a jockey. She hid it from everyone for years. Years! The horse racing industry allows female jockeys now, but have we grown much as a society? Looking at the world right now, I wonder. </span></em></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">Carolyn opened her own school of modern dance which after a time failed. Age twenty-two, lost, broke and desperate for a job, she turned away from the arts, landing a job as a headhunter. Carolyn remained in that field of work until recently. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In 2005, she met a musician and an old flame ignited within her. Burning. Fervent. All-Consuming like a California fire. And like Michael Corleone, just when she thought she was out, the arts drew her back in. In her mid 40’s Carolyn returned to her artistic roots. This time as a singer. She fantasized about her triumphant comeback. Arenas jam-packed with adoring Tina Turneresque crowds.<strong> “I was delusional”</strong>, she laughs. But the dream spurred her into action. Another late bloomer joins the fold. Welcome! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/carolynfe3"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/74762a9a3ec45df2dc9569eb6c6e769dd71dbf50/original/photo039-1.jpg/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_thin" alt="Carolyn Fe" /></a>Fourteen years later Carolyn is a respected Filipino Blues singer. Not something you see every day. Four albums recorded, her headhunting career lies at the foot of a guillotine. She is a full-time musician. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The road wasn't easy. Montreal's arms didn’t open wide in acceptance at first. Toronto’s reception was more favourable. Even still, the struggle remains. Lingering in the background. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Her latest album <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/carolynfe3"><strong>Sugat Ko</strong></a> (translated “My Wound”) restores Carolyn to her roots, both ethnically and internally. An intimate album that came about when she determined to switch things up. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">She thought ...</span></p>
<p><span class="font_xl"><strong><em>“F*ck it. I’m going to sing what I wanna sing. How I wanna sing it. And if the industry decides, well this isn’t the Blues. Or this isn’t Jazz … well, F*ck it. It’s me!”</em></strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Ahhhh, a sister from another mister. I get it! And so does the Music Industry. Sugat Ko receives rave reviews. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Her latest release, written when Carolyn felt beaten and ready to give up is aptly named <strong>Jerusalem’s Thorn</strong>. Discouraged she searched to remedy the pain she felt. Lyrics and melody poured from her soul. Drenching the hurt with the healing waters of music. Calling drummer Brandon (a BC boy) she said,</span><span class="font_xl"><strong> </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_xl"><strong>“We need to get into the studio now. I have to record this song.” </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In the studio, she sang. Brandon drummed. The rhythm familiar. Resembling her Filipino roots. The final result is Jerusalem’s Thorn. It’s arresting. Sparse. Powerful. The Video below.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="-dRTZvCZ-h0" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/-dRTZvCZ-h0/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-dRTZvCZ-h0?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I couldn’t end our conversation without asking Carolyn if she had any advice for readers on the edge of trying something new. Someone who feels they're too old. Her advice was simple - </span></p>
<p><span class="font_xl"><em>"F*ck it! Do it! Do what's in your heart. We have one life. Because on our last breath we can say we don't regret." </em>And then she added,<em> “For all those who may be reading this, do not discredit older women. We have stories to tell, young ones. Listen to what we say because we have lived it. Collaborate with us. We don’t bite.” </em></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Yeah, that's about right. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">You can buy Sugat Ko <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/carolynfe3">here</a> and I suggest you do. I did.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/52489992018-11-10T12:47:40-08:002018-11-10T12:47:40-08:00Your Life's Path is Paved with Diamonds<p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/88f9348fe9466080322ed853d0de54c604723896/original/blog-post-16.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Last night I awoke in the wee hours of the morning</strong> as I sometimes do. Usually, it is because some matter in life is weighing on me and disturbing my thoughts and rest. But last night it was due to watching a Zombie movie before bedtime. Not the smartest thing to do. Lesson learned. <em>PS I survived the Zombies. Barely. </em></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">It reminded me of a time in my life about five years ago. I was walking one of my daily treks. Down the railroad tracks. It’s quiet. Me, the birds, an occasional squirrel or bear and my trusty beagle. It’s a time where I gather my thoughts. Write lyrics to songs. Have light bulb moments. Come up with new ideas. Or have a chat with God. On this particular day, it was the latter. You see, at this point in my life, I felt lost. Scared. I didn’t know what to do with my life. I had recently quit all the musical things I was involved with because I felt I was being taken advantage of. And now I had nothing to do.</span></p>
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<h3><span class="font_large"><strong>I was almost paralyzed with fear.</strong> </span></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">Afraid I would or had taken a wrong step. I was too old to take a wrong step. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. I was crying. I asked God to show me the way. To help me figure out my path. There was no answer and I felt my pleas had fallen on deaf ears. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">You see I realized at that moment that I needed to <strong>stop worrying</strong>. My path was set. It was there. Straight. Beautiful and it even ended in a spotlight – waiting for me to arrive and sing my song. I only needed to step forward. <strong>Take that first step.</strong> The one that was in front of me. I didn’t need to worry about the end result. Just the step in front of me. I could do that. I needed to let go. Stop trying to control everything. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The journey was beautiful too. Sparkling. More beautiful than the end of the path even. So enjoy it. Relish it. Go for it. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So I did. <strong>I had an idea for a show about the late singer Eva Cassidy.</strong> I wrote the first draft that weekend. The show was up and running only four months later. That show gave me the courage to tell my own story. Write my own songs. <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair">Record my own album</a>. I don’t know where the future leads. All I know is my only job is to continue to do what is in front of me. No more. No less. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t. But there is a lesson to learn always. And as long as I keep stepping forward my path glistens. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><u>Why of course you do!</u> It’s a beautiful path of diamonds. It sparkles and shines and is waiting for you to take your first step. And that is all you need to do. Take a step. Whatever is in front of you. Is it a course? Or starting that novel you’ve always wanted to write? Or joining a choir? Or volunteering at the local shelter? Or taking some lessons? Or …. Only you know for sure. And you do know. It’s in there. Listen. Your heart will tell you.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I have a ghost or two.</strong></span></p>
<p>Two actually. Well none at the moment, but I did at one point. I had my very own ghost. Really. No, I'm not crazy. </p>
<p>It all started with my sister Joyce. In a prior post, I wrote of my much-loved sister who passed away several years ago from Ovarian Cancer. Before she left us we had a conversation that would change my life forever. If you want to know what those words were, take a gander at the post before this one entitled "Pushing Past the Fear". But today I want to tell you about another piece of that conversation. A ghostly part. </p>
<p>I curled up in bed with my big sister in what would be our final conversation she said to me "I'm going to haunt you, you know." I said, "You are, are you?" "Yup! If I'm allowed to, I'm going to come back and haunt you." I paused letting her comment soak in. I smiled at her. "OK, sis. You give it your best shot." "I will!" she said. I never gave it another thought. That is until...She did. I should have known she would. Silly me. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c44c4fea28465d29af17fa1a83e3d6f505d565a4/medium/joyce.jpg?1481685009" class="size_m justify_left border_thin" alt="Picture of Red Headed Woman (Sister, Joyce)" />My sister began haunting me the night she passed away. It started that evening when the DVD player turned on by itself, scaring my daughter half to death. There were incidences where lights came on by themselves. Things went missing that would show up inexplicably on a shelf in plain view two years later. Make-up would go missing. Always the make-up. My mascara. My eyelash curler. My foundation. She liked mucking about with my makeup for some reason. At first, it was all in the basement. Then it happened in the hallway of our home. All the time. My husband thought I was loony, but after a couple of years, he couldn't explain things away anymore. When something of his would go missing he would say "Tell your sister to give me back my stuff." She became part of our routine. </p>
<p>I remember one time I had been cleaning the files off of an old Toshiba laptop that I was going to give my daughter. I had painstakingly removed all the files I could find on it. I set the laptop on the kidney-shaped desk in the hallway and turned it off. I went about my business. I was in another room close by when I sensed that the computer was on. I looked over and sure enough, it had turned on by itself. But even more than that. It had turned on and was showing a picture of my sister Joyce. There she was staring at me in her red-headed glory. I damned near screamed. That one scared me. Scared me a lot. I told her to stop it. Missing mascara tubes were one thing. Pictures of my dead sister were another. </p>
<p>I remember the opening night of the Eva Cassidy show in 2013. I was very nervous of course. The Eva Cassidy show was a big deal for me and a huge leap of faith on my part. Terrified I was going to fall on my face. Terrified everyone was going to hate it. I was ... plain old terrified. I was sitting in my dressing room doing my hair as best as I could. About to put on my make-up. I keep my make-up in one of those three-tiered makeup kits. Before the evening, I went through my makeup kit with loving care. Cleaning brushes and to ensure that everything was there and it was all lovely and organized. There I am in the dressing room nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I go to grab my foundation. It's not there. I tell myself, you're nervous. You're looking but not seeing Cayla. Go through each tier and touch each item. You'll find it. Now breathe. I looked. Tier by tier. Touching each item in each tier. Still no foundation. I let out a tense sigh. My dear friend Sasha was keeping me company while I got ready so I asked her in an albeit panicked voice. "I can't find my foundation, Sasha. Would you take a look?" She did. "It's not here Cayla." What? I know I packed it. I can't go on stage without my foundation on! What am I going to do? Real panic sets in and takes its hold. Sasha, dear friend that she is, borrowed some foundation from a chorus member. Phew! Saved. I put it on and went to grab my blush. What do you think was sitting on the top-tier of my makeup kit? The top-tier! Yes. You guessed it. My foundation. Right there in plain sight. I stared at it. I showed Sasha. She said "That was not there. There is no way that was sitting there when I looked!" I had long since stopped getting scared at these happenings. It was my norm. This was the first time something had happened outside of my home though. I looked at my foundation and felt a little calmer. </p>
<p>Thanks, sis. You're letting me know you're here with me. Thank-you. I love you too. </p>
<p>I'll let you in on another little secret. At the end of the Eva Cassidy show, I make the gesture of a toast while standing in the spotlight. To the audience, it looks as though I am toasting Eva Cassidy, and in part I am. But even more so, I am toasting my sister Joyce (and now both of my sisters) as if to say "I'm trying. I moved past the fear. I'm doing what you wanted me to do. I hope you're proud." </p>
<p>My sister Joyce 'haunted' me for some years until I got my act together and then she left unannounced as she came. Her job complete I guess. I was fine and following my dreams. My goals in place. Life was good. Then my other sister got Ovarian Cancer. God, I hate that disease. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e65b7fd6c4c3f11d888b366ef80372cdb396ec69/medium/sheila.jpg?1481688543" class="size_m justify_right border_thin" alt="Woman with Red Hair (Sister, Sheila)" />My sister Sheila was one of my biggest fans. She came to every performance that she could. She saw the Eva Cassidy show 15 times if not more. She had come to every gig that I performed in the lower mainland. Every play I did ... several times. Everything. She did the artwork for my posters. She donated paintings for my fundraisers. She cheered me on from the sidelines. She picked me up when I was down. Encouraged me when I felt lost. We talked on the phone almost daily. Texts for sure. We had the same sense of humour. We agreed on politics. When I grew up I wanted to be like my sister Sheila. I adored her. </p>
<p>She came to my concert Christmas 2015. It was on a Thursday evening. She looked tired. But there she was. Like always. Cheering me on. She had trouble taking the stairs so I went to her after the show and gave her a hug. She said "I'm tired sis. I'm gonna go straight home." We hugged. Told each other I love you and she went home. I would never see her again. That was Thursday. She was gone early Monday morning. </p>
<p>I wanted to feel her after she passed away. There was a desperation to it. To sense her around me like I did Joyce. Nothing. Nothing but emptiness. She was gone. Her death had been sudden. A stroke. I didn't get a chance to say good-bye. I mourned her. My beautiful sister was gone and she wasn't haunting me. I wanted her to haunt me. I wanted her near me. Where are you? Nothing. </p>
<p>About a month later I was laying on the couch watching Scandal on Netflix. My phone was laying on my lap as my daughter and I had been texting each other as moms and daughters do. My phone lit up. I thought it was another text from my daughter. It wasn't. Oh, my phone was on and open to a text. Not a text from my daughter. It was open to the final text I received from my sister, the day before she passed away. It said ... "I'm ba-a-a-ck!" You have to understand I have to use a thumbprint scan to unlock my phone. Then to get to texts I have to click on the texting icon. To get to my sister's text I would then have had to scroll down to find it. Which was way down there as she had been gone for a month or so, and click on that. My phone was laying on my leg! "I'm ba-a-a-ck!" Lord have mercy. That one made my heart thump.</p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/8070668df16b8671b625dc8fa85b6be86ea6dcaf/medium/screenshot-2016-02-04-05-11-06.png?1481688741" class="size_m justify_right border_" />My final episode came in February of last year. The day before my surgery to have my ovaries removed. Something I had promised both sisters I would do. I woke in the morning after a restless sleep the night before. I picked up my phone. I glanced at my pedometer. It said I had taken 33,263 steps already that day. I'm sorry. What? How the hell did that happen? It's 6 am! My phone was sitting on my nightstand all night. 33,263 steps. I took a screenshot of it because I couldn't believe it. If you look at it you'll see that the steps all happened between 12 and 6 am, while I was sleeping. My phone could have malfunctioned. But it never did before and it hasn't since. It chose to malfunction the day I was going to have my ovaries removed. I sent the screenshot to my daughter. She said something lovely. </p>
<p>"Auntie Joyce and Sheila are letting you know they're walking through this with you."</p>
<p>I liked that. It worked for me. Thank you, my beautiful sisters. I love you. </p>
<p>I haven't had any more occurrences since that day. Except for the bathtub plug. That one made my husband yelp. But you've heard enough of my strange ghost stories. Now the sane readers may think I have an active imagination ... which I do. Or there is a simple explanation for everything that happened. I'm getting old. I'm getting forgetful. I walk in my sleep... a lot. Or I had a need to talk to my sister(s) so I created the situation myself. That's fine. I think having a ghost is way more fun. </p>
<p>I hope now that I've released my album, they are looking down on me with pride. "We love you." Thank you, my sisters. I love you too.</p>
<p> <br>Plush Red Chair is out and there for you to purchase - make my sisters happy and sign up for a <a data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" style="" target="_blank">FREE DOWNLOAD</a> of one of the songs. Thanks. Feel free to comment or say Hi on Facebook - There are lots going on and I'd love to hear from you.<br> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/54728292018-10-16T17:27:18-07:002018-10-22T11:20:02-07:00Your Best Life is Waiting<h2><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ff3ef5ca4c602965ca4e0c0b0c733e9c39bef065/original/blog-post-9.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Your Best Life is Waiting! </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">I remember my mom telling me to brush the dust off of my shoes when someone at school had hurt me. Or a boy had broken my heart. Or things hadn’t turned out the way I had expected and I was feeling down. It wasn’t always easy to swallow. What did it mean anyway? There were feelings attached and feelings aren’t always easy to let go of. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I wish she had explained things to me more because, in reality, it was good advice. I just didn’t get it. Turns out my mom wasn't all that original. It's a term used by Jesus in the Bible. I always took it as a “Screw you. I don’t need you anyway.”, You know, pick up my baseball bat and go home. Give ‘em some attitude and get on with my life. That was my mistake. It doesn't mean that. Not at all. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My understanding now that I’m older and so much wiser (<em>she typed with a smile on her face</em>) includes the art of letting go. A big life lesson for me. Huge. Enormous. Life changing. For so many years I dragged things around with me. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I heard a silly story this week from Mary Morrissey about a foursome of golfers. After a long while, three of them arrive at back at the clubhouse looking haggard. “What took you so long?” another group asks. “Well on the 5th hole Harry had a heart attack. We took so long because after each hole we had to drag Harry to the next one.” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>That was me. I had been dragging Harry around my whole life and believe me he was no Prince. Not just one. A sack of Harrys. And all they had done was slow me down on my life’s path.</strong> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Our past does not define us. It shapes us like a river bed. It may guide us along a certain path. But the current of our life can change the more energy we give it. Until no river bed nor dam can contain us. We have that power within us. When we choose. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But how do we tap into that power? For the longest time, I coasted with whatever happened. I would say it all the time “Go with the flow.” I went with the flow alright. Picking up Harrys along the way like debris. Tying them to me. Harrys dragging me deeper and deeper. Slowing me down almost to the point of becoming stagnant. </span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Power? What power? I was powerless. Or was I? </span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When we finally realize that we have the power, not the other way around. When we realize what has happened to us is a moment in our life, not a life sentence. There is a shift and it can be a life-changing shift. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Pain, betrayal, disappointment happens to us all. No one is exempt. It is how we deal with the pain that makes the difference. <strong>We are 100% responsible for our actions.</strong> I have a confession. For a long time, I had zero regrets in my life. There were things that were regrettable, but I had no regrets. Why? Because so much of the stuff that had happened to me was beyond my control. It was my life. I thought there was nothing I could do about it. And therefore no regrets. Ah. Blissful ignorance. When I came to the realization that I was 100% responsible for my life. 100%. <strong>That if I wasn't where I wanted to be it was my fault. No one else. Mine. </strong>On that day I owned my regret. And there are many. So, here is the rub. I can sit here and feel a ton of regret and do nothing. Or I can Shake the Dust and make a change. Which do you think I chose? </span></p>
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<h2><span class="font_large">Here are three ways you can Shake the Dust when Life hands you a Harry. </span></h2>
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<h3><strong><span class="font_large">Look for the lesson </span></strong></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">There is always something to learn from our pain. Always. Even if we didn’t do anything wrong. Even if we were the ‘victim’. For me, having been the ‘victim’ of circumstance a lot. I realized that for the longest time I didn’t think I was worthy of good things. It stemmed from my childhood. But, when I took ownership of my life I realized I allowed things to happen to me throughout it. Awful things. On the outside, I portrayed this strong, independent woman. But on the inside, I thought deep down I wasn’t worthy. That bad things happen to me. I don’t deserve respect. I don’t deserve real love or success. When I realized what a pile of hoo-ha that was I went to work on my inner voice. I said to myself. No more drama. I was done. The drama would not follow me anymore. I had allowed it in the past, but no more. I allowed people to take advantage of me. If I had believed in myself I would have nipped it in the bud years ago. I swear 90% of the crap that happened over the past 20 years wouldn’t have. The things I could have done. What I would have accomplished. Ah well. I’m a slow learner. But at least I know now. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Other times the mistakes are mine. I wasn't focused enough. I was self-centred. I was too single-minded. I gave up. I wasn't consistent. I lacked control. I was unkind. I wasn't listening. There is always something we can learn from life’s hiccups. We need to look and listen. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">The art of letting go. When I screw up I’ll beat myself up for a bit. I try to make amends if I can and then I move forward. That doesn’t seem to be an issue for me. BUT, if someone does me wrong … its another story. Not letting the “Harry’s” drag me down is this decade’s lesson. Picking myself up. Shaking the dust off my shoes. Moving forward despite what has happened. And letting go of bitterness and anger, because it doesn’t do me any good anyway. That’s my lesson. It's taken a while, but it's getting through. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Think about it. Something happens to you and it's crappy. You can, </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Lick your wounds for a bit. Look for the lesson. Move forward with your life. Look at you go! Or, </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Lick your wounds and then stay there for a while. He did that to me. Look what he did. It was awful. She said that about me. Look what she said about me! It was a lie. How awful. I’m gonna stay here and talk about it for … oh I don’t know twenty or so years. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I’ve done both and I can tell you the first one is a much more productive choice. It’s not that what happens doesn’t hurt. It’s not that what happened wasn’t wrong. It’s the fact that I’m losing my present because of something somebody did or said. Or because of a situation that is completely beyond my control. This life is so short. Why am I giving this situation so much power over me? Why am I not living my life and doing the things I was born to do? Why am not enjoying my time on this earth? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When we stay and wallow (whether we think we are wallowing or not). We’re not growing. If we’re still grumbling about it a year later … we’re wallowing. We have allowed that situation to take our past, our present and now our future. Let that sink in. “Oh but Cayla! It was so awful!” I know. I know. It hurts like hell. But you deserve a good life. A beautiful life. A Divalicious Life! And wallowing isn’t going to give it to you. Shake the dust. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have to add a note here – letting go does not mean letting a perpetrator off the hook. Don’t get me wrong here. Nor does it mean that you cannot tell your story. I’m not talking shoving your pain to the depths so that it’s never dealt with. I’ve done that too. It’s not healthy. What I mean is not letting it become a Harry. Or living a life of continual pain. Letting someone else’s actions eat at you. If you need counselling. Get some. If you need to talk to someone. Talk to someone. Do what you need to do so you can let go. So the thought of them or an event doesn’t bring you the same pain. You’ve let go. You don't want some event from a decade ago to define your present. </span></p>
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<h3><span class="font_large">Ready, Set, Action - but take your time</span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">Healing doesn’t happen overnight. I wish it did. Microwave style healing. Wouldn't that be something? Unfortunately, that’s not how life happens. BUT, our mindset can change everything. The simple act of acknowledging we're going to be fine pushes things in motion. You understand you may not be feeling good today. You may not smile tomorrow. But one day soon you are going to wake up with a genuine smile on your face. And what a day that will be! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When we actively pursue our healing. When we make the choice to let go and change our thought patterns to be more positive. When we look for the lesson and begin applying it. Ah, that river of our life becomes mighty. Strong. Feisty. On a path of its own with nothing stopping it. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I remember a while back I was going through a rough time. I looked out over the ocean and saw the waves come in. Lapping the shore. I wondered if I Googled when High Tide was going to be in the year 2032 on a certain date, would I find it? Well, I did and sure enough, there is a chart. It’s that predictable. Then I looked up at the sun. It rose and set every day without fail. No need for Google. I never questioned whether it was there on a cloudy day. I didn’t doubt its presence. The moon would shine in the evening. Of that, I could be sure. It’s the same moon my mom looked at when she was growing up in the Hebrides. It’s the same moon Shakespeare wrote his sonnets to. It’s the same moon Jesus looked at in the Garden of Gethsemane. Nature was a constant. It never left me. I realized that if I died tomorrow the sun would still rise. The world would go on without me. Some would care. Most wouldn’t. My life would be over. The problems that I was dealing with felt minuscule. I was such a tiny spec in this universe. And for whatever reason, I took comfort in that. Perspective? I’m not sure. All I know is I felt a part of this big old world. My issues when it came right down to it had zero relevance to what was going on as a whole. I found that freeing. It wasn’t all about me after all. Whew. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">We all deserve to live a Divalicious Life. If you haven't in the past, you can start now. Make the choice to be the best </span><span class="font_large">you you</span><span class="font_large"> can be. Today. At this moment. Then do the same tomorrow. And the next. Soon that Divalicious Life will surround you. So, how about we all dump our sack of Harrys and start living our lives the way we were born to live them? Our best life is waiting. </span></p>
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<p><em><span class="font_large">As a thank you for reading this blog post, I have attached a song aptly named Shake the Dust. It’s yours. No strings attached. This song helped me through a rough patch. There is something about telling yourself you’re going to be OK that works. It did for me anyway and maybe it will help you too. </span></em></p>
<p>CB</p>4:16Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/54591632018-10-09T07:20:00-07:002018-10-15T21:24:42-07:00I Believe I Can Fly or Do I?<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/77523a0a246ebb62af836da2522e338b60f82b83/original/blog-post-8.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />A couple of weeks ago I sang at a house concert. A woman told me after the show that I made her feel comfortable. Relaxed. Like I knew what I was doing and having a good time. She </span><span class="font_large">said</span><span class="font_large"> <em>some people we get at these concerts are so timid and afraid. As an audience member, you don’t relax the entire evening. But with you it was different. I could relax and enjoy the music.</em> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Wasn’t that nice of her? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As a musician believing in yourself is important. I mean who wants to see someone weak up on stage? As a </span><span class="font_large">performer</span><span class="font_large">, we can fake it to an extent, but the audience eventually picks up on it. I’m not talking arrogance ala, Michael Flatley. But a general belief that you belong where you are. That you have something of value to give to the world.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I know it’s not easy for many people. Myself included. </span><span class="font_large">Our entire</span><span class="font_large"> lives we receive mixed messages. One moment we’re told we can do or be anything we want. The next minute our dreams are squashed by a ‘</span><span class="font_large">well-meaning</span><span class="font_large">’ parent or teacher. If you add trauma to the mix our self-esteem can plummet. Boy have I been there.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is a reason why those in poverty tend to stay in poverty. Some of it has to do with Newton’s Law of Motion. It’s hard work to pull yourself out of a situation when there seems to be no hope. It’s easier to stay. But it has more to do with that. There are those of us who believe we don’t deserve more. This is where the real battle is. The battle of our thoughts and belief in ourselves. Have you ever stopped to listen to that little voice inside your head? The one that is on repeat? The one that never shuts up? If we had a friend who was like that. This broken record always putting us down every time we tried something different or new. We'd knock them into the next room. Oops, my redneck came out there. Seriously though. We wouldn't put up with it for too long from someone else. But inside our head its a free-for-all. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Here's the thing. If we think we deserve disrespect, we get it. If we think we deserve abuse, we get it. If we think drama follows us, it does. If we think life sucks, it does. If we think life is a struggle, it is. If we think we’ll never get anywhere, we won’t. The kicker is we may not even know we think that way until we stop and listen. Pay attention to our innermost thoughts. They say there is a glass ceiling. This ain't glass. This ceiling is made from a lifetime of cement-like lies and we need to take a sledgehammer to it.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It took me a long time to come to this realization. I allowed so much to happen to me because deep down I felt I deserved it somehow. It can change though. It takes effort and a belief in yourself that you are worthy of better. Worthy of more. When that happens things shift. Like magic. You find yourself saying “I deserve better.” You put up with less. You’re stronger. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But the devil can raise its head at any time. Poking at you to see if the old you is still there. You’ll find yourself in a situation. For </span><span class="font_large">me</span><span class="font_large">, as a </span><span class="font_large">musician</span><span class="font_large">, it can be a minuscule audience. Poor ticket sales. Looking at my album debt. I can fall into a trap of no one wants to see/hear me. I may as well pack it in. And so forth. Very Eeyore of me. I’m not fun to be around if I get that way. Hell, I want to get away from me. But it is at this point when I have a choice to make. I can choose to wallow (which I have done in the past) or I can lick my wounds and change my inner voice. “The people who came loved the show and will tell their friends.” “People don’t know about me yet. But when they do watch out.” “Patience Grasshopper. It will happen.” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">We all deal with it. In every facet of our life. Our choice in relationships. Our vocation. Our dreams. Our goals. We can settle and choose to put limits around ourselves or we can dive </span><span class="font_large">into</span><span class="font_large"> life head first. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I don’t know about you, but I’ve spent a lifetime surrounded by limitations. Let's all take a sledgehammer to those limiting beliefs. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I deserve to do what I do. I deserve to follow my dreams. Even the big scary ones. So do you. Take a deep breath and believe you can. Then go do it. One step at a time. I’m cheering for you.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Remember, we don't have to settle for less just because its available. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/54512402018-10-02T07:30:00-07:002018-10-02T07:30:16-07:00One Simple Way You Can Change the World<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/993ebfda76e03ff2b28c3bdb18a8048db2af5b5d/original/blog-post-2.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>This world is an angry place. Particularly now. There is tension everywhere. But what can we do about it? The problems seem so immense. </strong>Unsolvable. People are battle fatigued. Tired of the strain. I know I’ve felt that way. The bombardment of the news cycle. The constant negative. It is a drain. What can one person do to make it stop? Well, not much. But then again … there is something we can do … </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Last week I received a small gift in the mail. My daughter sent me these little mason jar salt and pepper shakers. There was a little note that said, “<em>Saw these and thought of you</em>.” It brightened my day beyond belief. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I texted her right away to say thank you.<strong> "I got a QAK!”</strong>, I said.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What the hell is a QAK? You've heard of Random Act of Kindness. Well, let me introduce you to QAK. A QAK is a RAK only done quietly. A Quiet Act of Kindness. My daughter will more than likely be upset with me for making this public. But I’ve dealt with that before and survived. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is something very special about doing something for someone else. Without a lot of fanfare. Doing it for the sake of giving rather than what you may be receiving. Not posting it on Facebook or Instagram. Not patting yourself on the back <em>(which I run the risk of doing writing this blog)</em>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I’ve been incorporating weekly QAKS into my world for a year now. I love them. Sometimes I hear from the recipients. Other times not. It doesn’t matter. My motivation is nothing more than to brighten someone’s day. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Having been on the receiving end of a QAK I can tell you it does. It brightens a day a lot. And it keeps on giving. Every time I look at my little Salt & Pepper shakers I remember. I feel that same little something that made me feel special when I received them. It’s a good feeling. It’s a feeling that when repeated over and over again can change the world. Seriously. I'm not being trite here. It doesn’t take a lot to make someone feel good. People who feel good. People who feel loved. Heard. Thought of. Those people lose their anger. Those people smile. Those people listen a little more and are less reactive. A little kindness goes a long way. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">QAKs can be very simple. </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">A card to say Hi. I’m thinking of you. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Making a meal for someone. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Baking some cookies and bringing over some tea to a new mom you know needs a break. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Showing up to a friends house who is ill and bringing some magazines or a list of good movies to watch on Netflix. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Sending a dumb handwritten joke to that friend who needs a laugh. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">An anonymous small gift or card. <em>(That would drive me crazy. The gift that keeps on giving!)</em> </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">I heard on a podcast today about someone who received a CD in the mail from a friend. It contained a similar note to my daughter’s. <em>"Saw this. Thought of you."</em> He loved it. <strong>Now every time he listens to this particular band he thinks of his friend and has the joy of music. What a combination! </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">While I was in Nashville last summer I stopped at a light while driving the rental car. There was a homeless man at the meridian asking for money. I had nothing as I was traveling without cash. I rolled down the window and said, "Hi". I told him I didn’t have anything to give him, but I wanted to wish him a good day. We chatted for a while – it was a long light - He told me how much he is ignored by people and how it makes him feel worthless. He said that me taking the time to talk to him had brightened his day immensely. He felt human. I found out he was a war vet. He found out I was from Canada and we started talking Politics. He was such a nice man. It was nothing but a chance encounter that brightened my day. I think of him often and hope he is well. Little moments are beautiful. It doesn't have to be elaborate. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The main thing is the act of giving and not the recognition you’ll receive. It is the act itself that brings you joy – the rest is a bonus. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Seeing that it is World Post day</strong> <em>(October 2nd)</em> it seemed appropriate to talk about QAKs. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">How can you start? Do you have an extra blank card laying around? Or why not head out to the Dollar Store and buy a few. What if you wrote a little note to a friend saying, "Hi, I think you’re special." and mailed it today? And then next week think of something else. And the next week something else. What if you did it consistently, and then another person started? And another. And another. Like the shampoo commercial and so on and so on … </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This world is an angry place. Particularly now. There is tension everywhere. We need more kindness. More so than ever. Because a little kindness goes a long way. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Change the world one kind act at a time. Together we make the difference.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS - As my gift to you, because who reads to the end of a blog? Enjoy my version of Folsom Prison Blues. Its one of my favourite songs to sing and a crowd favourite. I think you'll like it. Spread the love.</span></p>4:10Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/54406412018-09-25T08:00:00-07:002018-09-25T08:00:26-07:00When an Idea and a Dream become Connected<p><span class="font_large"><a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://dzthemusic.com/"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6a222b850b906a97d9cda76ef7a03cce85ce98fe/original/selfie-blog-post-2.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I met </span><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large">, short for Hans-Peter de Zeeuw, online. I didn’t swipe right or anything. No. We met in a musicians group on Facebook. I’m not sure how it all started but we were both working on albums at the same time. We’re both late bloomers. We love Jazz. We have a similar outlook on life. All to say, we hit it off immediately. And over the past two years, I can say we have become friends. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large"> is a drummer, songwriter, producer, and composer who lives in the Netherlands. That’s quite the jump from Canada. But thanks to the internet our friendship has grown. We’ve supported each other in our musical endeavors. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Last week </span><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large"> and I chatted, his English is much better than my Dutch. Thank goodness. I would love to introduce you to the man and his music. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I asked </span><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large"> what made him decide to record his first album at this time in his life? He was vacationing in the South of France in 2016. <em>Ok, let me interrupt here, but <strong>why don’t I live in Europe</strong>? Everyone in Europe vacations in the most exotic places – Me? Nakusp. Hope. It doesn’t have the same ring as the South of France, does it? Nor the same beaches or food or wine or culture … </em>But, I digress. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">d'Z was fast asleep when he heard a voice say... </span></p>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">“You’re going to make a CD.”</span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">Now, some may think that’s a little loopy. But having been on the receiving end of a similar voice, I can vouch for him that it's not crazy at all. It's normal in fact. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">He couldn’t sleep. He was shaking. Fear immediately jumped in. “Who would want to hear my music? How will I pay for it?” And then he asked himself. </span></p>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">“What if? What if for once I did what I wanted to do?”</span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">He felt an energy that he hadn’t experienced before. Energy from a thought. The seed of an idea. He knew it was his path. He decided not to share it with anyone <em>(including his wife)</em> until he had nurtured the seed for a while. He chose to water his ‘idea’ for three months. To give it some roots. He chose the songs. (He has four albums worth of music waiting to be recorded - wow). He chose a producer. He figured out where he would record the Album. He made plans. Then after three months of secret planning, he told his wife. I can't repeat her initial response here. ?But I can tell you, I envisioned it as a balloon whipping around the room after someone untied it. Once she settled she asked why? And his response was golden. <strong>“Because it makes me happy.”</strong> And like the good spouse she is, she came on board and </span><span class="font_large">supported </span><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large"> and his crazy dream. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It’s so true. I recently read of a study about happiness. The study involved a group of people who all claimed to be happy in their lives. What was the common denominator? They all came from different backgrounds. Some were poor. Some were wealthy. Some had health issues. Others not. Some had kids. Others were childless. What was it? It turns out that the majority had paid attention to their heart’s desire. Their dreams. They had each followed their individual paths. I found that very interesting. And ties in </span><span class="font_large">beautifully with </span><span class="font_large">d</span><span class="font_large">'Z’s</span><span class="font_large"> response. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, he kept watering his idea which was now a small plant taking root. And in six months he called the producer. They hired the best musicians they could find. And then found some phenomenal vocalists from around the world to do the solos. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I remember when he received his EP “Connected”. The look on his face in the social media post was priceless. I asked him how he felt on that day. “I was proud of myself. I did it.” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large"> pushed past his comfort zone. He gave himself the greatest gift – <strong>He allowed himself to dream again.</strong> Now his dreams know no bounds. <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://dzthemusic.com/store/">Connected</a> is playing on over 3600 radio stations around the world. Way to go DZ. He’s busy working on his second CD and hopes for it to come out within two years. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I asked him what advice he would give to someone reading. Someone who yearns to do something more with their lives. </span></p>
<h3><em><span class="font_large">“It’s all about feelings. The energy you’re drawn to. Soul search. Ask yourself, ‘What do I want?’ And listen to your answer. Listen to your body, mind or heart. Try not to judge yourself. What makes you happy? We all know what we don’t want. That’s not news. What do you want? Do that.” </span></em></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">It starts with a dream. Give it energy. Water it daily. Put in the work. That’s a golden recipe if there ever was one. </span><span class="font_large">And I think </span><span class="font_large">d'Z</span><span class="font_large"> is about as Div’o’licious as they come. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If you love jazz with a groove you must check out d'Z’s music. I promise you'll "<em>Groove 'til you move".</em></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">You can check out "Connection" on <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.dzthemusic.com">d'Z's website</a>. d'Z says - "If people are interested in my humble opinions about life and stuff they can find me on <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.facebook.com/dzthemusic/">Facebook</a>"</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I hope you check him out. And purchase the album. I did. It's awesome. And, in doing so you support an independent musician - so then he can get to work on that 2nd album. Wouldn't that be awesome?</span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/54289292018-09-14T11:28:18-07:002018-09-14T11:28:18-07:00You're Never Too Old to Become the Person you were Born to Be<p>I remember the day my life changed. I’ve had several moments in the last dozen years or so where the universe kicked me in the butt. But there is one moment in particular where it shoved me into the path that I am on now. I was not given any options. My path was clear and I was going to follow through. No excuses. That day lead me here. Now. </p>
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<h3><span class="font_large">For a long time, I thought my time was over. </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">I believed the world celebrated youth. I was well past my prime. “No one wants to hear me now.” That is an exact quote. My visions of grandeur were over. I was too old and didn’t have value. Those beliefs died slowly. Some raise a hand even now like a drawn-out death scene by Lucille Ball. And yet, I pursued. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It was nine years ago. My daughter and I were having a cup of tea together at the table. She was 18 years old at the time. She looked up from her teacup and asked: “Mom, why aren’t you singing and acting anymore.” I looked at her and smiled. “I’m </span><span class="font_large">too</span><span class="font_large"> old sweetheart. My visions of grandeur are gone. No one wants to hear me now.” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">She looked sad. “But Mom, you’ve wanted to sing since you were three years old. It’s your dream.” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">“I know. It’s ok. It’s just the way life went. I do things every once in a while to feed the beast.” <em>(and it is a beast that needs feeding)</em>. </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">My daughter’s response would change my life forever. It was the shove I needed to move forward. I never would have without it. She said “Mom, would you want me to give up on my dreams?” </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">I sat there holding my cup of tea, knowing my life was changing forever. I looked at her and couldn’t figure out how she was so wise at such a young age. I was immediately pushed out of my comfort zone. I was scared of what the future would hold. My eighteen-year-old daughter had pushed me out of the nest. I answered, “No, of course not.” </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">“Then why are you giving up on yours?” </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">Move ahead 9 years and so much of my life has changed. For the better. It was a slow process. Taken one small step at a time. But I am finally living the life I was born to live. Getting closer each day to the life I dream of. I’m not saying its perfect. But I am saying that it is far better than the life I was living. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If there is one piece of advice I can give to you in my lifetime, it is the realization that we can be so much more than we are. Life isn’t over at 40 or 50, or 80.</span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">We are never too old to become the person we were born to be.</span></h4>
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<p><em><span class="font_large">PS - I recorded a song that talks about this in a way. I </span></em><span class="font_large"><em>would</em></span><em><span class="font_large"> love to give it to you for free. I listen to it when I need a pick me up. If my words resonated with you, you'll enjoy this song. Simply click <a data-link-label="Blog Giveaway" data-link-type="page" href="/blog-giveaway">this link and I'll send you the download</a>.</span></em></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cayla</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/53168412018-06-25T15:29:56-07:002018-06-25T15:31:42-07:005 Surefire Ways to Go From Bummed Out to Bliss<p><span class="font_xl"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/a3e9f2b5ff3784d1e8d14c7107284797eae0b1ff/original/blog-post.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Have you ever felt bummed out? Even on your birthday?</strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My birthday was last week and I felt exactly that. Bummed out! It started a couple of days before my birthday and continued for a couple of days after it. I was off. Feeling dark. Going darker with each passing day. On my actual birthday, it was difficult for me to smile. And that feeling lingered into the weekend. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What was it? Was my birthday one of significance? Like a milestone birthday? No, it wasn’t. Lately, birthdays are times for reflecting. What am I doing with my life? How am I doing compared to my potential? Am I where I thought I would be at this point in my life? Etc. When faced with those questions I didn’t like the answers coming to my head. I felt lost. Frustrated. A failure. And a host of other negative emotions. It wasn’t pleasant and I fell into a slump. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I was bummed out. Not 'Prozac' kind of depressed. But I wasn’t doing well. I was listless. Sad. Angry. Frustrated. Not very <em>Divalicious</em>. Why do I tell you this? For you to feel sorry for me? For attention? No. I tell you because I’m ordinary. Like everyone else. I have bad days. This was a particularly bad stretch. I needed to work to get myself out of it. And that is what I want to share with you. Because it was work that worked. Here I am – the answers to my birthday questions are still the same. Yet I'm still here and moving forward. It's not rocket science by any means. It's all been said before. But for the first time in my life, I made conscious choices to pull myself out of my funk. And they worked.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>So what did I do?</strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The first thing I did was look at what I was feeding myself. Not food, although I have to admit my sugar intake was through the roof last week. I’m not a sugar fanatic by any means, but last week? I was like a 5-year-old in a Candy Store. I had zero control. But in asking what was I feeding myself, I meant what was I feeding myself on an emotional level? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The world is crazy right now. There are things going on in it that are heartbreaking. I find the frustration and feelings of helplessness</span><span class="font_large"> overwhelming at times. My social media feed is full of it. I have been active. Speaking up. Making my voice heard amidst the chaos. But it was taking its toll on me. I read some particularly awful comments online. My faith in humanity hit an all-time low. I asked myself "What was the point?".</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I realized a few days into my ‘bummed out session’ that I needed to take a break from it all. Regroup. Refuel. Rest. I needed to disconnect from the nasty and reconnect with humanity again. The good kind of humanity. The majority...I hope. So. My step one.</span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">1. Detox my Media </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">I’m taking a break. I removed Facebook from my smartphone. There is a wonderful browser extension called “<a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.fbpurity.com/">Facebook Purity – or Fluff Busters</a>” that I use on my desktop. Once installed, you can enter words or phrases that you no longer want to see on your Facebook feed along with a host of other useful tools. My list is long. But my feed – although at times boring - is now full of cat stories. Tasty Videos. Uplifting stories. And content from pages that I liked ages ago, but never saw anything from. (Thank you silly Facebook Algorithm). </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I decided my television/movie watching could use some lightening up for a while. A little less violence. A little more laughs and uplift. The murders would be the Midsomer kind - that's fine by me. A friend told me of the <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhwktRDG_aQ">Mr. Rogers Documentary</a>. It's now on my must-see list.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I won’t detox forever as there are too many important things going on that need attention and our voices en masse. But for now, the break has been welcome. Not filling my head with all the nasty. The constant negative. It wears on you after a while. In the meantime, I listen to new artists. I watch dance videos. Crazy cats or dogs doing crazy things. I read uplifting stories. And cooking videos galore. It’s good. Peaceful. I felt myself calming as soon as I made the changes. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">To keep on top of the news I subscribed to <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.theskimm.com/">Skimm</a>. It gives me a quick version of what is going on in the world (mostly from a US point of view – I wish there was a Canadian version). And it gives you weekends off. But that’s it for now. Other than that I stay away from the news.</span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">2. Lose Control </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">I can’t control the world. The people around me. Nor circumstances. </span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">There are only two things I can control. My thoughts and my actions. </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">That’s it. Once I realized that I decided to work on those two things. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When we look back on our lives, regrets come from our non-action not from what we didn't do. If we do something and fail at it – those are <em>mistakes</em>. We seem to be able to get over those. But when we do <em>nothing</em> – that becomes an issue. I know for me that is the case. So when I was feeling lost and listless. When I was feeling like I wasn’t living up to my potential. I asked myself whether I was taking the action needed to change that? Or did I want to continue to wallow? </span></p>
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="font_large">I wanted to wallow – truth be told. </span></strong></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">But if I continued, I knew I would be still wallowing in a week. So I said to myself “Who cares if half the day is gone and wasted? The rest of the day doesn’t have to be.” And I just started. I made the bed. I went for a walk. I came home and cleaned up for 15 minutes. I started taking action with things that usually make me feel better. I allowed myself to take the weekend off of work. I read a novel. I made a nice dinner. I did some errands and put a smile on my face while I was doing them. I chose. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I changed my thoughts. When I noticed a negative thought come through my head I replaced it with a more positive one. I made a conscious effort. Feeding my brain with more positive and uplifting thoughts was huge. I could feel the darkness breaking and the light creeping through. </span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">3. Gratitude Attitude </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">This falls in line with changing my thought patterns. We’ve all heard it a million times but practicing gratitude is a big deal. While being kind to myself, I took time to sit out on the balcony. One of my favourite things to do. I'd drink my morning coffee. Another favourite thing to do. I didn’t plan my day. I didn’t think about what happened the day before. I tried to be present. I noticed the birds. The sky. The warmth of the sun on my skin. The taste of the coffee. The cat purring. I was grateful for the moment in its simplicity. Grateful for what I have and where I live. I looked at my home, and although its old and in need of a coat of paint. Even though my couch needed replacing about 4 years ago. I thought – it looks nice. Like a home. It's pretty in its own way. Thank you. In other words, I began to appreciate what I had. </span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">4. Reach out </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">When I was feeling really down I reached out. I talked to my daughter. I talked to a dear friend. I told them I was down. Feeling discouraged. A failure. They encouraged me. Reminded me of the impact that I do have. They stood beside me. They lifted me up. They comforted me. They gave me strength. They showed me light in the darkness. </span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">5. Take Action </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">As stated earlier there are only two things I am in control of. My thoughts and my actions. I gave myself a couple of days of kindness and regrouping. I fed my soul with good things. Then I got to work. Regrets come from inaction – so – I needed to take action. </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">I asked myself what my goals are? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">What can I do now to achieve them? </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Write out a step-by-step doable plan. </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">And then I started. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I learned something life changing lessons this weekend</span><span class="font_large">.</span><span class="font_large"> The change was slow, but with each passing hour, I began to feel a little more like me. Nothing on the outside had altered. But on the inside the transformation was huge. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Here is what I learned in a nutshell -</span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">It’s OK to step back and regroup. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Garbage in IS Garbage out. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">It’s OK to feel bad about life. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">It’s OK to be kind to yourself. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">The power of our thoughts is gigantic. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Letting go of control is freeing. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Giving yourself time to rebuild is fine. Just not forever. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">The action is where your happiness lies. </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">So, after much reflection, I’m feeling better. My social media feed is still full of Tasty Videos – and I’m fine with that for now. I am a little kinder to myself. I’m working on my plan for the next 6 months – and will make it doable. And – guess what? My smile is back. I'm calmer. More like me. Life isn’t a bummer anymore. It’s fine as a matter of fact. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I realized one more thing – it’s all part of a Divalicious Life.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS - If you liked this blog, and would like to hear more - sign up for my <a contents="newsletter" data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" target="_blank">newsletter</a>. I send it out monthly. You get the inside scoop on all that is going on with me and my music as well as free stuff. Fun stuff. And quirky ol' me. PLUS - you get a free song from Plush Red Chair just for signing up. Win/Win! </span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/53037322018-06-18T21:44:46-07:002018-06-18T22:01:47-07:00Shedding Some Light Here in the Dark<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e02cdd7d1ae744148b6209c7256fa32e89d97fba/original/blog-post-5.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I first met LJ when we were co-performers at a fundraiser late April 2018. We hit it off immediately. I had heard of her before and it was nice to finally put a face to the name </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Vancouver can be a clique town when it comes to performers, but LJ is not one of those people. She is generous, kind and a hoot to be around. I thought it a natural progression to include her in the guest artist series on my blog. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Alberta born and bred ...</strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">She was born in Edmonton. Eventually, her family moved to Creston, BC where she grew up and attended high school. She moved in her teens to the coast where she has remained for the last 28 years. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Like me, LJ is a latecomer to the music scene. A relative newbie with years of experience. I’m intrigued when I find fellow performers who have similar backgrounds to mine. I couldn't wait to hear her story. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Like me, she has been singing most of her life. But unlike me, the dream to sing wasn’t a burning desire that drove her throughout her life. </span><span class="font_large">She calls it more of a fantasy. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>The fantasy ...</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl"><em>She would sing. Someone would discover her. The rest would be history. </em></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">A common fantasy like those who buy lottery tickets. I remember having it myself. Never realizing the actual work involved </span><span class="font_large">in</span><span class="font_large"> ‘making it’. <em>Work</em>. A lot of hard <em>work</em>. </span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Da, da, da, dum ...</span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Reality and fantasy are seldom in the same room and for LJ it was no different. I asked her what made her decide to pursue being a performer in her 40’s. She described it as an <em>awakening</em>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">She had ended a painful relationship. One in a line of painful relationships and found herself in couple’s therapy. While in therapy she discovered her own dysfunction (<em>side note – I love this. Having the courage to look at yourself and see what you bring to the table – good and bad. That takes some real </em></span><em><span class="font_large">chutzpah</span></em><span class="font_large">) and after many sessions, her true self. And her true self is that of a performer. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">LJ is smart in how she approaches being an over 40 musician in Vancouver. She knows she’s chosen a difficult path. There is little control over what happens. It’s a lot of hard work. But she also has a good life. A happy marriage. Good friends. Performing doesn’t complete her. It’s another part of her life. A good part. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When she senses the doubt about her age she tells herself </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl"><strong>“How do I know I’m too old? This is my life.” </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Now that's a <strong><em>Divalicious!</em></strong> attitude. It’s the journey that is important to LJ more than the destination. She reminds herself she can quit the stage at any time. No one has a gun to her head. Which relieves the pressure. She takes one step at a time and waits to see where the journey leads her. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As an onlooker, I can see that her consistent steps have led her to work with some fine Vancouver musicians. She’s put out a lovely album titled <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://ljmounteney.com/new-album-here-in-the-dark/"><strong><em>Here in the Dark</em></strong></a>. She is a busy performer with gigs all over town. Her star is rising. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When asked what advice you would have for someone with a dream who considers themselves too old? She says, </span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><em>“Start now. Just start. Remember it’s a process. Think of it as a marathon with no one endpoint. There will be highlights and low points, but it is the journey that is important.”</em> </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">She adds, </span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font_large">“Don’t let others dictate how your dreams should go. It’s your life.” </span></em></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">She went on to say</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font_xl">"The world would be a much better place if people followed their given paths</span><span class="font_large">. </span><span class="font_xl">When we give validation to our dreams we feed our souls. Improve our mental health. We are kinder, more empathetic, more giving." </span></em></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I LOVE that. It’s so true. </span></p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font_large">“Now if I decided I wanted to take ballet at this age, I wouldn’t expect to get into the Russian Ballet. But that shouldn’t stop me from taking a ballet class.” </span></em></h3>
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<p><span class="font_large">Reality check. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>What's next ...</strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">LJ’s next challenge is to start writing her own songs. Performers who bare their souls through their songs inspire her. She loves that they take that risk. She wants to be one of those performers. And of course, record another album. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have a feeling we can look forward to both of those things happening. I wish her all the luck in the world. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Check out LJ’s Album <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://ljmounteney.com/new-album-here-in-the-dark/"><strong>Here in the Dark</strong></a>.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">That's it for this week's blog. Chat soon! And above all ...</span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bf0300fad1eb51301a9190cefd085792bd9822c4/original/di-va-li-cious-sig.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/52889842018-06-11T09:58:31-07:002018-06-12T07:30:21-07:00How to Go from Victim to Victor in a Shake<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/659707191e2c4151d4a0248a8b520b4fae361ad8/original/blog-post-4.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Taylor Swift talked about it in her song Shake it off. The Bible mentions it four times. It’s been used as a threat, like receiving a kiss from the Godfather. It can be likened to washing your hands of something. But I choose to think of it as getting on with your life. </span></p>
<h4><em><span class="font_large">Grumpy Spouses are the best... </span></em></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">Yesterday my husband came home. Grumpy. Grumpier than usual. I’m talking </span><span class="font_large">grump-y</span><span class="font_large">. I know better than to ask “<em>What’s the matter?</em>” when someone is like that, but just because I know better doesn’t mean I follow my own advice. I asked and … it didn’t help the situation. After a while, I approached the subject again and asked what had happened. He spilled the beans. When he got to work that morning at 5:30 am, the person in the prior shift didn’t do most of </span><span class="font_large">their duties</span><span class="font_large">. They left it all for my husband to do and he was not amused. That's understandable. It happens a lot and it needs to brought into the open. My husband had had enough. He was angry. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I get it. I’d be pissed off too. But here’s the thing. That guy's actions ruined my husband's entire day! He came home grumpy. And it took a long time for him to calm himself down. Well into the evening. It happened at 5:30 am. We’ve all been there. Arguing with someone in our heads. Not being present. Not seeing the good in front of us because our mind has taken over and we can’t get past what someone else has done to us. I can’t help but ask – “Does the guy who didn’t do his job deserve this much of your brain space? This much of your time and energy? Does he/she have that much power to ruin an entire day? And rob you of your peace and joy?” </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large"><em>Moving Past #METOO</em></span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">For a long time – and I mean a long time - I allowed what people had done to me affect me. Now, granted, people have done some awful things to me. Things that need therapy. A lot of therapy, personal work and development to get over it. But there was a moment when I realized that I needed to get past the #METOO part of my life. Every moment of my life I spent talking about how that person had wronged me was giving them more power over me. My life. Robbing me again of my own moments. Growth. Living. Life. Joy. Peace. My Divalicious Life that was waiting for me. Now, don’t get me wrong – I am not dissing the #METOO movement. Not one iota. It is important that we talk about this subject. Bring it out in the open. It is the silence that keeps it alive and flourishing in the darkness. I talk about it in my shows. I write about it in my blogs. It is part of my calling. But, there is also a time when we must get past being a victim. They took away our past. Are we going to allow them take our present and futures too? Think about that. Is that what you want? I hope not! You don’t deserve that. Neither do I. </span></p>
<h4><em><span class="font_large">My Oprah AHA Moment</span></em></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">It was a revelation to me when I realized that I was letting the people who had hurt me in the past win by not living my life. By living and reliving those moments over and over again. By mourning my lost childhood. By wishing my life had been different. By not feeling heard. I was robbing myself of my peace, joy and I was <em>choosing</em> to not live the life I was born to live. Then, one magical day I decided to take back my power. They aren’t off the hook by any means. But I’ll be damned if they’re going to take another minute of my life. I chose to <a contents="Shake the Dust" data-link-label="" data-link-type="track" href="/track/1305538/shake-the-dust" target="_blank">Shake the Dust</a> off my feet. It was a conscious decision. And if I can do it. You can too. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When you decide to change your thought patterns and re-frame things – life gets better. We always have a choice and although it is difficult to control our thoughts. It is possible to retrain our brain. It’s a habit. No more than that. And it can be as simple as replacing our thoughts with new ones. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My suggestion is if there is something big you need to get over – like abuse, divorce, loss etc. Find a saying. Something that speaks to you. For </span><span class="font_large">me</span><span class="font_large">, it was “You didn’t break me. I didn’t let you win.” I would list off the wonderful things in my life. I would choose to think about what was good. I took steps to follow my dreams. Small steps. And in doing so, I reclaimed my life. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In discovering this, I’ve realized how we can adapt it into everyday life. I used to draw drama to my life. It followed me like a Shakespeare tragedy. One thing after another. I decided one day that I was done with it. I would save the drama for the stage and not my life. What a huge impact that decision has made. I used to look for it. Look for it in what others might be saying about me. In comparing my life to others. Allowing the actions of others to dictate the way my day(s) would be. Do you see the common thread there? "Others". You've heard the saying "Not my circus. Not my monkeys." That's a good motto. Talk about freedom. I’m not perfect. It’s an ongoing process. But when I saw what my husband was going through yesterday, I realized how long it had been since I had felt that way. I knew I had progressed. </span></p>
<h4><em><span class="font_large">It's not what you eat, but what's eating you</span></em></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">What eats at you? Do you let the person cutting you off in traffic ruin your morning? Do little things send you into a rage? Did someone's actions ruin your life? Did you lose someone and you can’t get over it? Did you lose your job? Is your boss a jerk? Are you in financial trouble? Were you betrayed by someone you love? Whatever it is … are your thoughts serving you? When you dwell on it. Think about it. Percolate it. Does it do you or the situation any good? Do you feel better? Does it rob you of sleep? Laughter? Joy? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">How about you Shake the Dust. Replace the thought with something positive. Write a list of what is good in your life. Do something nice for you. Take steps to get better and if need be fix the situation. Do you need therapy? Get it. Is your partner abusive? Get out. Feeling suicidal? Call someone. The point is to take a step forward. And another one. And then another one. It isn’t a magic pill. It takes work. Change doesn’t happen overnight. But it can happen. And then one day you’re not a victim anymore but a victor. You thrive. You have your power back. Drama doesn’t follow you. You’re on your way to your Divalicious Life. </span></p>
<h4><em><span class="font_large">My Gift to You</span></em></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">I wish you that. More than anything I wish you that. Our lives are short. Why let other people and circumstances dictate how we live it? We deserve to live our Divalicious Life. So go get it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I would love to give you the song I wrote that helped me through a tough time. And is the inspiration for this blog. I would sing the chorus daily and would feel better. It may work for you. <a contents="Click here and I’ll give you a free download of Shake the Dust so you can play it whenever you want." data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" style="" target="_blank">Click here and I’ll give you a free download of Shake the Dust so you can play it whenever you want.</a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b50d61e9f99fc82b5e0eb4ff8cfa16d49e8b0dae/original/stay-divalicious-sig.jpg/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/52747382018-06-05T07:30:00-07:002018-06-05T07:30:26-07:00How a Hummingbird Schooled Me on When to Rest<h2><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/3cb9bb26d75853112c11cddc8a0c96734a6847d5/original/blog-post-3.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Howard the Hummingbird schooled me good. </span></h2>
<h3><span class="font_large">We have a hummingbird in our yard. </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">Well, there are several. But we have one in particular that sits on these tiny twigs in our front yard. I’ve never seen a hummingbird rest before. I’ve seen them flutter around a feeder. Their tiny wings flapping 100 mph. They've buzzed me, like a low flying plane, if I walk too near a nest. But I’ve never seen one rest. Howard, my husband says he’s a boy, is a beautiful red hummingbird. He's just a little guy. If you blink you'll miss him while he's buzzing around. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">He has three teeny twigs on three trees he prefers to rest on. His favourite is a tall cedar hedge at the side of our property that comes to a point. A minuscule twig creating its peak. Howard sits on the tiny twig. The twig doesn’t bend at all. I find that amazing in and of itself. How much does a hummingbird weigh? It can’t be much. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e51abf53a4466ad2026624fb8ea1dfdd7b881eca/original/20180604-111218.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />I wish I could get a good picture of Howard. But I never seem to. My camera doesn’t do him justice. He’s rather lovely and brings me joy in his own way. </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">The thing is Howard rests all the time. </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">I mean all the time. He buzzes around the yard for a few minutes and then you’ll see him perched on his twig. Resting. I don’t think Howard is a lazy hummingbird. I assume all hummingbirds rest. I have never seen one do it that’s all. But now I do. I can look out in my yard and know within a few minutes Howard will show up on one of his chosen perches. Enjoying the view. Taking in the sounds. Catching his breath. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">May was a difficult month for me. I was ill. A lot. I’m a type A personality. I get things done. I work hard. I try to stay focused. I’m always learning. Doing some form a self-development. I run two businesses and I’m working on a third. I blog. Write songs. Send out<em> </em>Newsletters.<em> <a data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download"><strong>(Have you signed up for my Newsletter? You should. I mean, join the tribe man. We miss you!)</strong></a></em> I perform. There are so many things that I want to do and don’t seem to find time for. But when do I rest? </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">2018 is my year of Honour. </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">And for the most part, it has been. I said I would focus on my health and I have. Well, I was. Four months I was on a strict Keto diet, but it proved not for me. It was too difficult – or should I say restrictive – and although I never cheated on it, I never had any results either. Why bother? I’ve honoured other aspects of my life and have successes and failures of note. But where I fall short is rest. I go. Go. Go. Go. Until I get sick and then I stop. Stop. Stop. Losing a huge amount of time, money and momentum in the process. What is the point in that? Only to be so far behind that I have to work even more. The cycle doesn’t seem to stop. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/96e03dc87c60be02f334bc5b636c972aea6e0395/original/quote-1.png/!!/b:W10=.png" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What is the answer? Howard. Howard has shown me the way. He rests. Often. He’s a flurry of focused activity with short bouts of rest between. I need to be more like Howard. Who wants to run around so much that we don’t notice anything? Not me. I still need/want to get things done. I still need/want to follow dreams, finish projects and achieve goals. But I want to enjoy the process. Life shouldn't be a chore. And I don’t want to be sick all the time. </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">Being ill for a month made me appreciate my health more than ever. </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">I try being positive and looking to the bright side of things even when things are rough. I found it very hard to do that when I was nauseous and weak. I thought of friends of mine going through Chemotherapy. How my sister would come to my concerts even when she felt awful from her treatments. Here I had the flu and wanted to crawl into a hole. I have so much respect for them. Living their life despite it all. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Our health is so important. And yet we can take it for granted. No more. We (I) need to rest. We honour our lives when we do. We need to spend time with friends. We need to go out and see things. Go to a concert. A play. A movie. We need to laugh. Play. Facetime with the people we love who live far away. Chat with a friend on the phone. Go for that walk. Exercise. The To-Do list will still be there tomorrow. Life is worth living today. Thanks Howard. I'm going to follow your lead. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Blog finished. Time for a quick rest. Maybe a cup of tea.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/52444652018-05-19T11:24:43-07:002018-05-19T12:44:53-07:00Give Me Some Pomp 'n Gospel<p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/0f4edb5d1339dea7a13970210eab7824feb9f431/original/blog-post-1.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Today saw the Royal marriage of Prince Harry and Meghan Markel.</strong> This is the third Royal Wedding I’ve attended from the comfort of my home. I guess you could now say its Three Weddings and a Funeral. Each one holds a memory for me. But today’s ceremony stands out as one of<em> incredible beauty and hope</em>. The blending of two worlds wrapped in a ribbon of love. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I know there are those who are not fans of the Monarchy.</strong> I am not one of them. I’m not an avid follower, but nor am I devoid of care for them. They have always been a part of my life. A lovely part of my life. They connect me with my Scottish roots and remind me of my mother. Cups of tea. Pomp. Circumstance. Good deeds. A bygone era. Royalty. I don’t mind it. As a matter of fact, I cherish it. They bring joy to a lot of people’s lives. Mine included. I’ve watched Princes William and Harry grow up. Mourned the loss of their Mother. Learned to tolerate Camilla. Grown more fond of the Queen as the years go by. I can’t imagine my world without them in it. I hope the monarchy stays for a long time. My belief is the last two Royal Weddings give us hope. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Today I saw the melding of two worlds.</strong> The pomp and beauty that is anything royal. And the down to earth beauty that is Meghan Markel with a healthy dose of down home gospel. Those who officiated the ceremony were great. A clear indicator of the two worlds that were becoming one. There are times we had ‘Church’ at the wedding. Now I am of the opinion the sermon of Bishop Michael Curry went on too long, but it was a great message. The stiff upper lip crowd was silent, but that was to be expected. In my mind, though, I could hear "Amen!" and "Preach!". To hear that type of ‘preach’ in that setting was refreshing. Then there was the music. It was sublime. Beginning with the gorgeous soprano, the glorious Kingdom Choir with Stand by Me. The boys choir was stunning. The transcendent cello performance. And again the uplifting gospel choir at the end with a medley of This Little Light of Mine and Amen. It was wonderful. It was Pomp ‘n Gospel. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how<strong> beautiful the bride looked</strong>. She was stunning. I love the freckles. The Queen looked lovely in her chartreuse ensemble with a splash of royal purple. Kate was stunning as usual. There were the cute child bearers. My particular favourites were the Macaulay Culkin look-a-likes. The floor! Did you notice the floor? Wow. The floral arches were gorgeous. The fascinating fascinator hats are always a source of amusement. The Harp with “<em>Her Royal Highness Princess of Wales</em>” inscribed on it. Such beauty. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I loved the message of the wedding itself the most. <a contents="We are all one. Love conquers fear. " data-link-label="" data-link-type="track" href="/track/1305522/freedom" style="" target="_blank"><strong>We are all one. Love conquers fear</strong>.</a> A world with love is a better place. We could all learn from that. To love those who are different than us. They add spice to our world. They shake things up a bit. Make things new. Add beauty. Join us together. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Congratulations to The Duke and Duchess of Sussex. May your lives together be full of love and happiness. <strong>And may we all continue to enjoy a little more Pomp ‘n Gospel.</strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b50d61e9f99fc82b5e0eb4ff8cfa16d49e8b0dae/original/stay-divalicious-sig.jpg/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></strong></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/52077012018-04-28T11:52:22-07:002018-04-28T16:40:42-07:00Why I #QAK instead of "Pay it Forward"<h2><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/14a7e9e9884e2424b1442879553285a80a323cb3/original/blog-post.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Today is pay it forward day. </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">I love the idea of pay it forward. Someone does something for you. You, in turn, do something for someone else and the movement keeps going. It is a lovely concept. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What I’m not fond of (<em>opinion piece</em>) is the online promotion of these acts of kindness. </span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">Am I the only one who wonders why someone films themselves giving to the poor? </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">Or the motive behind the Facebook status “<em>I just paid the coffee of someone behind me in line.</em>” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In a world where it seems normal to post about what you had for dinner. Where we have this need to feel validated by acquaintances in an online community, it makes sense. But <em>why</em> are we giving? Or <em>paying it forward</em>? There is the argument that even if we are giving for people to notice and say “<em>Wow. He’s good people. Look how he gives back</em>.” We are still giving and that is a good thing. This is true. I would rather that than no giving at all. </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">With me writing this blog post it may be looking for the same validation. Like I’m the Pay it Forward, giving queen. Which I assure you I am not. I could do more and strive to. </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">But what is at the heart of our giving? Is it to give for the sake of giving? Is it to add joy to someone’s life? Unexpected joy? Do we not receive 10 fold when we simply give back? Or is it important for us to let everyone else know what we have done? </span></p>
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<hr><h4><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/eb8a1edf4674738bbed81f44ebd86abeee93e75e/original/ootd-iphone-facebook-post-1.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /><u>I would like to introduce you to #QAK. "Quiet Acts of Kindness"</u> </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite – I have tried to incorporate #QAK into my life. It has been part of my "Year of Honour" Honouring those around me. Each week I write the Acronym in my day timer. I make sure that I have filled it in with something that I’ve done for someone else by the end of the week. I’m hardly changing the world. But I am trying in my small way to give back. To those I love. To strangers. To friends I hold dear. It makes me feel good. I hope in some way to have brightened the day of someone else. But that’s where it ends. Except for mentioning it here – which does seem hypocritical, I’ll admit – I stay quiet. The act stands for itself. There is no ego attached to it. No need to be glorified. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>So I encourage you to incorporate #QAK into your life. What can you do – quietly – to pay it forward? </strong>Without the fanfare. Without the hoopla. A simple quiet act of kindness for the sake of being kind. Be it </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">sending a card to a dear friend. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">a casserole for someone who is ill. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">flowers to a friend. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">chatting to a homeless person like they were your neighbour. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">giving some food to someone who is homeless. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">bringing a treat to the office just because. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">writing a note to your child or spouse. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">giving a large tip to a grumpy server </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://twitter.com/intent/tweet?text=I%27m%20part%20of%20the%20%23QAK%20movement&source=webclient" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b8ead930cd0909c70e82032cbaff11819892200a/original/quote.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></a>There are so many things we can do for others that are simple and quiet. I would love to start a<strong> #QAK </strong>movement. And instead of posting details of what we’ve done we simply post #QAK. End of story. Now that would be great, wouldn’t it?</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What other ideas for #QAK do you have? I’d love to hear your thoughts. Together we can change the world one Quiet Act of Kindness at a time. This world could use more kindness don't you think?</span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b50d61e9f99fc82b5e0eb4ff8cfa16d49e8b0dae/original/stay-divalicious-sig.jpg/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/51434972018-03-23T12:33:19-07:002018-03-24T11:43:57-07:00Is the World Missing Out on You?<h2><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/7d2c72e538643ac24bb94e541458d1e2ffed3bf5/large/blog-post.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Do you ever have that feeling like you could be doing more but you have no idea where to start or what to do? </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">Have you thought – oh if I just had more </span><span class="font_large">time.</span><span class="font_large"> Or more money. We expect people like Ellen Degeneres to give. And Oprah. But what impact can we have? What can we do that is going to make any difference at all? The problems of this world seem so big and we're … well so insignificant in comparison. I am at least. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">That’s a normal feeling. I liken it to being a single mom with 20 loads of laundry piled in a cramped room. It seems overwhelming. It’s easier to shut the door and pretend it's not there. Little Johnny can wear the same socks … they’re not that dirty. Right? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The thing is we are all unique. We all have something to give to this world. Yes, you! Me. The person in the other room. If we don’t give what we have. What we are born to give. The world misses out. Think about that. This world is missing out on YOU if you aren’t doing what you're supposed to do. We need you. The world needs you. Desperately. I need you. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I can't help but be inspired by the young people taking to the streets today in the #MarchForOurLives movement in the US. Leaders being born in front of our eyes. Young people who have chosen to take a tragedy and use it towards making the world a better place. They have found their voice. They are making a change...or will. I love watching them. But what about the rest of us? The armchair advocates. Those of us who like facebook posts and share videos. What can we do to help this crazy world in some way?</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I met a woman after one of my performances in the BC Caribou. She shared a bit of her story with me. Our stories were quite similar up to the point where she attempted suicide. She actually died for a bit and was brought back to life by the doctors. She has worked hard to get past the traumas in her life that pushed her to take such drastic measures. But she didn’t stop there. <img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/3fb98fc51831ba5805526b6c3d1f0fb79414c77d/original/20180323-101537.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />She now quietly gives back. What I like to call QAK. <em>Quiet Acts of Kindness</em>. She visits women’s shelters throughout BC and hands out cards. Each card is handmade. Adorned with stickers and beautiful pictures. On each card is an inscription that is inspirational. <em>“You have a chance to be as happy as any one person has ever been.”</em> And so on. Each card and inscription unique. Then she inserts a CD of uplifting songs to help them get through the day. She signs each card by hand <em>“With love from Ruth” </em>and leaves them for women who are feeling their lowest. Without hope. She asked me if she could add a couple of my songs to her CD’s. I said yes of course. What an honour. She even bought my CD. I tried to give it to her but she wouldn't have it. "No!", She said. She was adamant. What a giving woman. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Ruth quietly hands out 100’s of these cards and CD’s every month. A beautiful act of kindness. It has become her life’s mission. To help women who feel like life is hopeless and give them hope. She’s not Ellen Degeneres. Nor Oprah. She’s an ordinary human being with limited funds that </span><span class="font_large">chooses</span><span class="font_large"> to help others in this magnificent yet quiet way. She chose a subject that was near and dear to her heart and did something about it. I love that. She inspires me to no end. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I first set out to record my album, <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair" style="">Plush Red Chair</a>, I was following a dream. That's it. When I began this blog I meant it to be about music. This is my music site after all. I had no idea that in following my dream I would discover a true purpose for my life. This blog (as you can tell) is rarely about music. I naturally gravitated to sharing this incredible journey I'm on. Its more important to me than selling an album. I want my music to touch people more than anything. I want to share my story as a story of hope. Its reach is limited though - because its a music site. I need to change that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I am working on a new blog – <strong>“A Divalicious Life”</strong> which will launch soon. It’s going to be one way for me to give back. I’ll be telling my story in the hopes that it will inspire others to push past their fears. Get past their past and start to live their own version of A Divalicious Life. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What is your gift to give? What is the world missing out on from you? Is there something or a subject that is important to you? I encourage you to step out and do something. It doesn’t have to be flashy to be useful. It can be as simple as a homemade card. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If you'd like to know which songs of mine Ruth chose for her CD mix check out You Didn't Break Me and Shake the Dust <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair">here</a>.</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/51397872018-03-21T08:34:11-07:002018-07-24T15:19:01-07:00I'm Wonder Woman ... Except with more clothes<h2><span class="font_xl">I have been silent for a while. </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">Well, <em>silent</em> might not be the best word to describe me. At least according to my husband. I will say my online presence went into hush mode. Which, considering the latest Zuckerberg scandal, is probably not a bad thing. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/331509771d1f59f565ad58645eae0becf8436afe/medium/20180306-154631-2.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Truth be told I’ve been very busy. I didn’t forget about you. That would never happen. I did take the time to write a blog post while in a hotel room at some point. I typed it on my phone. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to write a blog post on your phone? It ain’t easy, let me tell you. I made the mistake of typing it all before saving it. Rookie mistake. I had read it through a couple of times and thought “Hey! That’s pretty good. I like it…. I’ll just fix this little part over here … “ when BOOM! My phone froze. Yup. Froze. Like Walt Disney’s Corpse. I sat there looking at my phone. Begging it to come to life. Do something! Anything! But no such luck for this girl. My phone became the Blog Nazi “NO BLOG FOR YOU!” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I didn’t have the energy to go through it all over again. Let’s get real here, my little grey cells felt depleted and I had a to-do list a mile long. It’s like missing a workout. Once you miss one deadline, it’s pretty easy to miss another. But here I am! My running shoes are on and I’m back on the treadmill, or in this case at my computer. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It’s mid-March and I’m 2 ½ months into my Year of Honour. I have learned so much during these few months of 2018. To refresh your memory, instead of proclaiming New Year’s Resolutions I attached a word to my year. 2018's word is Honour. No chance of failure. How do you fail a word? My focus is on honouring my health, but I try to attach the word to all aspects of my life. It’s one of my best decisions ever. I am loving my year of honour. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It’s been a busy few weeks. I’m still staying true to my Keto diet ways – but I have to say, it is getting tiring. I miss being a vegetarian. Being on the road and doing Keto wasn’t easy. I have a memory of being so hungry that I chowed down on a Kielbasa sausage while driving. It couldn’t have been a pretty sight. I finally took the time to find a 30 day Keto Plan. I’ll eat what I’m told for 30 days and see if things change. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">· My progress so far – I have lost some weight – how much? I’m not sure. I don’t weigh myself. <br>· My joint paint has drowned in a sea of coconut oil. Never to return I hope. <br>· I have more energy unless I’m the hamster on the treadmill. If my life is like that nothing helps. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ddffedc21faea649716281c368f10bba2834e140/large/20180308-110058.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Speaking of a hamster on the treadmill – I did a mini-tour. What a blast. How exhausting. But I learned a huge lesson. I’ve been working on a show based on the music of Plush Red Chair. It’s how I roll. I think in theatre or production naturally. It's as normal to me as my morning coffee. I’ve had the idea for a while of going to smaller towns in infinity and beyond to perform a simplified version of this show. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/441f0544ed6aeee80a592917348cffbe4c6cf374/medium/sasha-and-me.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Equipped with a mic, sound system, a friend to help schlep/keep me company and the band hidden in a box … or my phone. It's an inexpensive way for me to bring my music to smaller towns. When I bring one musician it’s good. It's live. But there’s some pizazz missing. With my soundtracks, I have a 10 piece band with me at all times. The audience gets all the bells, whistles and guitar solos of my show for cheap. Sure the live band is great. Fantastic actually. But not always workable. Well, I’m happy to say the Band in the Box Concert Series worked! I tried it out on the road in the Cariboo and Southern Interior of BC. We had a great time. Although, doing it all (split between my dear friend Sasha and myself) was tiring. Travelling for 7 hours straight to 100 Mile House, BC and then doing a show was straight out ludicrous. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/33b61f63c5c5d2b2f2ac1cec59113ec999d9631b/medium/fun-on-the-road.jpg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />There were technical issues. We rearranged song choices and set-lists after the first concert. Who was doing what shifted and we found our rhythm. In the end, we put together a lovely little show that touches people and fed our souls as well as those who came to listen. Audiences were enthusiastic and appreciative. It felt good and my goal of bringing the show Plush Red Chair through Northern BC felt doable. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">A few days after arriving home I did a gig with the band in a lounge. Besides the fact that the lounge was … how do I say this politely? …I can’t. I can say this - friends who attended the concert questioned me about the validity of my booking agent. I made a mistake as a musician. A mistake not soon forgot. There are venues who don’t treat the talent well. Who build reputations on the backs of local musicians. So far in my career, I've managed to stay away from them. Not this time. But it was more than that. I had the band with me which is always a treat. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c227898ada522045b3a48376ff2574727b5a7919/medium/flamingo.jpeg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />There were lovely people in the audience who came out to support me and my music. Singing along to my songs. Dancing. They bring a smile to my face thinking about them. But still, there was something missing. What was it? The connection. My story. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I read something this week very interesting. Clarity = Power. Well, my friend, I found clarity this week. I’m not a lounge performer. Although I love singing, it is the connection with you in the audience I love more. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I had just returned from singing my songs in small towns. Using halls, art galleries, homes. No live band. Few people in the audience I knew. (Except for our fabulous hosts) Audiences ranging in numbers from 7 to 40. It was exhausting work. Travel every day. I loved it. It felt right. Real. At home. The lounge? Not so much. Clarity. I became very clear on who I am as a performer. I have a need to share my story and to help others. Inspire others. That is my true calling. </span></p>
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<span class="font_xl">Woo! I feel like Wonder Woman only with more clothes on.</span><span class="font_large"> </span>
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<p><span class="font_large">I'm focused and strong! Now that I am sure of who I am which begs the question "Who have I been imitating all these years?" I will shift my focus in that direction. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Clarity = Power. That’s good advice. The thing is I wouldn’t have become clear without making the mistake of the lounge. So as duped as I was by the venue, the lesson I learned has great value and that is what I choose to take away from it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Figuring out who you are as a person takes time. Or at least it has for me. We are constantly changing. Evolving. There is a song on my album that I think you may like. Plush Red Chair. I'll have to write a blog about the day I realized I was a plush red chair. It's not every day you compare yourself to a chair, and then write a song about it. It's a good song too! I'd love to give you a copy of it. Click <a contents="here " data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" target="_blank">here </a>and it's yours!</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/46d89773206136c6f5390e81e586c2b12b043dd5/medium/stay-divalicious-sig.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50974602018-03-04T09:28:36-08:002020-06-30T07:10:43-07:00The Art of Magic without Hogwarts<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/57a8bfd7c9c46a5ad211e9a64c22fc5f73adcc68/large/vitaly-billboard-tower.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I first met Vitaly Beckman at an artist conference in Vancouver a few years ago. We were both running booths, him for “An Evening of Wonders” me for “Eva Cassidy: How Can I Keep from Singing. We would stand for hours on end manning our booths, it wasn’t long until we were chatting. We've remained friends ever since.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Vitaly was born in Russia. He moved as a young boy to Haifa, Israel and lived there until he followed his brother at the age of 20 to Vancouver. He mentions Haifa, and I immediately am reminded of my time there – walking along the beach at </span><span class="font_large">3 am</span><span class="font_large"> with my friends. Men from the Israeli army showing up in a Jeep and machine guns pointing at us. Yelling at us to get off the beach. Did we want to be kidnapped by the</span><span class="font_large"> PLO? Something I’ll never forget. At 19 it wasn’t scary as much as exciting. But I digress. Back to Vitaly.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Vitaly is a Mechanical Engineer by trade, or he has a degree. He couldn’t find work in Vancouver. (He and a lot of other people.) He had always had an interest in magic and so began performing. His first professional gig was performing at his brother’s </span><span class="font_large">potluck</span><span class="font_large">. Now his name is on a Marquee. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/9e847de81b5341c02989ee87b1edd14f88c4f4a9/original/leaves-vitaly-ver2-web.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />So I ask him, when did it all start? This love of magic. He’s been drawn to it since childhood. But he started when he was 14. “What was your first trick? A card trick?” I ask. “No. I found card tricks boring.” His first illusion was to paint a leaf and have it come to life on the page. </span><span class="font_large">Wait</span><span class="font_large"> what? That was your first illusion? How </span><span class="font_large">the heck did</span><span class="font_large"> you figure that out? How old were you? “Fourteen.”, he says. Wait. What? I’m dumbfounded. He goes on to explain that he learned by watching the greats on television. No courses. No Hogwarts School of Magic. Watching TV. I stopped him right there. I said “Listen Vitaly, most people could watch David Copperfield 100 times and never figure out one illusion. Especially at 14. How did you do that?” He told me something changed inside him. He stopped watching and developed a laser focus. A passion for the art. Ambition. He was able to see. It didn’t happen </span><span class="font_large">overnight</span><span class="font_large">, but it happened. Vitaly is a </span><span class="font_large">self-taught</span><span class="font_large"> Magician. Even as I type this I’m still amazed by it all. Talk about born to be.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Vitaly is currently on the road touring “<a contents="An Evening of Wonders" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.eveningofwonders.com/" target="_blank">An Evening of Wonders</a>”. Wowing audiences all over North America. While his Mechanical Engineer degree collects dust in the attic. Which is wonderful. The world needs more magic. Doesn't it? <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/9543c5ac3531a1a9cee108570de8f31daf7208ec/original/vitaly-rose-backdrop-2-2.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />I ask him what his show is like? “I want my show to move people. To be </span><span class="font_large">similar to</span><span class="font_large"> a great piece of music or art that people listen to again and again.” He performs for the love of performing. The thrill of taking the audience on a journey. He compares his show to a great meal. Each illusion building on the next. An appetizer. First course. Main course. Dessert. Visual and emotional satisfaction for the audience. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/62fdfba225e7a966dae3eaca771ad4008fd72bc5/original/vitaly-and-penn-teller-2.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />Do you have a favourite illusion? “Not really.”. I get that. People ask me my favourite song from Plush Red Chair and I find it difficult to put one ahead of the other. They are all my babies. My creations. Each on owning heart real estate. He says his strongest illusion is the one he’s most known for. The illusion he performed on Penn & Teller’s “Fool Us”, which he won by the way. He erases peoples faces from their driver’s license and replaces it with someone else. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/8535f6d40dc073b6fc5f2e7a6da6d75456f53cd8/medium/vitaly-drivers-license-2014b.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Fun and illegal. So far he’s gotten away with it. Is that why he travels state to state – always one step ahead of the law? (I’m being funny) </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I couldn't be happier for Vitaly's success. He deserves all the acolades. He is such a nice person. Charming. And incredibly talented. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Vitaly is on tour until May 2018. His shows sell out – so get your tickets now, if you still can. He will be in the Vancouver, BC area this weekend. </span></p>
<p><a contents="March 10th – The Act Theatre in Maple Ridge " data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://tickets.theactmapleridge.org/TheatreManager/1/tmEvent/tmEvent1703.html" target="_blank"><span class="font_large">March 10th – The Act Theatre in Maple Ridge </span></a></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="March 17th – Evergreen Cultural Centre, Coquitlam, BC" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://evergreenculturalcentre.ca/event/vitaly-evening-wonders-2/" target="_blank">March 17th – Evergreen Cultural Centre, Coquitlam, BC</a> </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">You can follow Vitaly on </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Facebook" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.facebook.com/beckman.vitaly" target="_blank">Facebook</a> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Instagram" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/vitalyeveningofwonders/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> and <a contents="Twitter" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://twitter.com/VitalyBeckman" target="_blank">Twitter</a>.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Have a magical week!</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/46d89773206136c6f5390e81e586c2b12b043dd5/medium/stay-divalicious-sig.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/51008492018-02-26T22:08:51-08:002019-10-30T08:44:12-07:00Scheduling Time to Change the World<h2><span class="font_large">Week 8 in my Year of Honour was about honouring my time while changing the world. </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">It was all about organization. I have a lot on the go and I can’t stand it when I’m spinning my wheels. A whirling dervish that accomplishes nothing. It can happen to all of us and it happens to me … more often than I care to admit. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/bd62e68d707a834a7f113d59cd768911358fae0c/original/20180206-144027.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />So I set priorities. Scheduled my time more. I dove even deeper into my <a contents="Passion Planner" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.passionplanner.com/" target="_blank">Passion Planner</a> – which if you don’t know what a Passion Planner is – you need to check one out. I wouldn’t have accomplished half of what I have in the last few years without it. It’s the best planner ever! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I also gave myself a solid sleep schedule. And tried to stick to it. I wasn’t always successful, but there is an </span><span class="font_large">improvement</span><span class="font_large">. One thing I realized was to be happy I must create. Creating, writing, singing, playing the piano, art – those are the things that make me happy. When I schedule my life full of work and don’t take the time to be ‘me’ – I’m not my happy go lucky self. So, I’ve made sure I play the piano every day. That I work on my songs. That I write and read for pleasure. Go for a walk in the snow. It’s been good. I'm more balanced. There is always room for improvement, but I’m on the right path. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have to tell you – making 2018 my year of honour is the best decision I’ve made in a long time. I find myself looking at a different aspect of my life each week thinking hmmm …. How can I honour that? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I read a quote this week that I had to write down. It says </span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font_large">“No one is you and that is your power.” </span></em></h3>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6d6198c1e1d00ef8a8220f80d0331aa59d560f6d/large/person-human-child-girl.jpg" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />We each have our own unique gifts. Like <a contents="Plush Red Chair" data-link-label="Music" data-link-type="page" href="/music" style="" target="_blank">Plush Red Chair</a> tries to say - We are the sum of all our pieces, influences and talents. We each have our own ability to change the world for the better. Isn’t that wonderful? It’s so powerful when we realize that we each have a job to do. That we have something unique to offer this world that no one else can. There will never be another you. There will never be another me. We are the </span><span class="font_large">Divas</span><span class="font_large"> of our own world. We can be Divalicious! if we so choose. Why would we rob the world of something so wonderful be being stagnant or afraid? So I ask you … how are you supposed to change the world? I’m still trying to figure out mine … but I’m working on it.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/46d89773206136c6f5390e81e586c2b12b043dd5/medium/stay-divalicious-sig.png" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50966582018-02-24T08:30:00-08:002018-02-24T08:30:23-08:00IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS<h2><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/77cc60b1e3373471dad9adee4b1d678ae1c17c3b/large/blog-post.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I’ve been thinking about happiness a lot this week. </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">For a long time, I thought my happiness was wrapped up in other people. And although I can find happiness with other people they are not the source of my happiness. For instance, I love going out to dinner with my husband. Simple conversation. Good food. A glass of wine or three. Lovely. And in that I find contentment. I love to FaceTime with my kids and my grandchildren. </span><span class="font_xl">Pure Joy</span><span class="font_large">. I love enjoying time with friends (the good ones). The simple act of spending time with them. Laughing. Good conversation. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But is that the true source of my happiness? It causes moments of contentment and in contentment is happiness. But depending on others or things to give me happiness is a mistake. People can let us down. Right now as I’m typing, my old cat Oliver is sitting on my arms, purring. I realize that it is in the simple pleasures of life that we find our true contentment and in turn our joy. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ede649f035cdee1aa64e38a9322a711591a5bdfd/large/20180223-152917.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />And when it comes down to it – it is about taking the time to notice. It’s snowing today. It’s near the end February. So far there are 10cm. Yesterday I noticed a white bud peaking from the plum tree. Today there is a blanket of white. I could get upset. The cat disrupting my blogging time could bother me. Or I could make soup. Light a fire. Pet the cat and choose to live in and enjoy the moment. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My life gets so busy. As an independent artist, I’m a marketer, songwriter and chief bottle washer. I work long and hard hours. My husband thinks I work too hard. And in some ways I do.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_xl">But when you have a passion for what you do it’s not difficult to do. Balance is difficult and that’s where honouring my life comes into play.</span><span class="font_large"> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/d6bc863db8bf5b2a3cb8efeb6ad5ef4cf60abbd8/original/smile-mouth-teeth-laugh-65665.jpeg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />But when pondering happiness again, as I have all week. I wondered over the last couple of years. I thought about when I was at my happiest. I immediately thought of recording. I was giddy. Childlike. I remembered the joy I felt performing during the CD release concerts. I felt I was home. Those are momentous occasions though. They aren’t repeated daily. So what else? I thought back to when I was off for ten days to recover from surgery. I chose to use that time to do nothing but create. No work. No marketing. No blogs. Nothing but create. During those ten days, I discovered painting. I played the guitar and piano. I wrote most of the lyrics for the Plush Red Chair album as well as a musical I want to produce. When those ten days were over I felt amazing. Rested. Full. Content. I loved every moment of being at home recuperating from major surgery. That is odd, isn't it? But it got me to thinking. I was born to create. I get so wrapped up in what I have to do that I don’t make the time to relax and do what I want to do. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, as part of my year of <em>honour</em>, I am going to change that. Evenings are now my creative time. My time to relax and write, play, paint, create. Unless I’m performing of course, then I’m creating in a different way. I’m going to take the time to stop and notice more. More simple conversations with my friends and family. More playing with my grandchildren. More quiet paddles in my Kayak – if summer <em>ever</em> arrives. For in doing this is my happy. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So I ask you. </span><span class="font_xl">What makes you happy?</span><span class="font_large"> What are the things that make you feel content? Truly content. I think you’ll find that they are simple, everyday things. I challenge you to make sure you do more of them. Every day. Make the time. If we all did that, can you imagine what the world would be like? A much happier place I would think. And wouldn't that make us all happier?</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50862752018-02-20T08:00:00-08:002018-03-20T06:14:26-07:00Falling Short, Coffee and Beautiful Art<h2>
<span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/816b639ac270dc1c7bcd1c610f2e1e34dab5168c/large/blog-post.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></span><span class="font_large">It’s been another packed week. A fun week. I’m glad for my Passion Planner or I’d lose track of all that I did … or didn’t do. </span>
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<p><span class="font_large">I fell short – When I get busy, the FIRST thing to go is how I take care of myself. Does that ever happen to you? It does me and I'm not a fan. I’m not saying I started eating bonbons – au contraire. I still dream of bonbons. No chocolate – even on Valentines Day. I didn’t go that far. But, there </span><span class="font_large">were</span><span class="font_large"> times lunch was a hand full of peanuts and some avocado. I had no time for breakfast some days. There were too many cups of coffee and not enough exercise. This is the first week in 2018 where I didn’t get my 5 days of exercise in. I only walked twice. And you know what? I felt worse as the week went on. Why do I do that to myself? This is my year of honour is it not? My focus should be on my health. That's the vow I made after all. </span></p>
<h3><em><span class="font_large">And what happens when my life gets busy? BOOM! Old habits come back. At least I realize it. </span></em></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">The trick is to stop it from happening again. So, right after writing this I am going to go out for a long walk with my beagle. Perhaps I’ll eat breakfast first – I look at the clock and it is almost 1 pm. Naughty Cayla. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/83301dde1e725c4c9943bcbd446ddcd26628cc25/original/20180212-131131-2.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />Putting yourself first is not selfish. As a matter of fact, it is one of the </span><span class="font_large">most</span><span class="font_large"> giving things you can do. I’m not talking </span><span class="font_large">a me</span><span class="font_large">, me, me, </span><span class="font_large">me</span><span class="font_large"> attitude. But making your health and welfare a priority in your life not only gives you better odds at a longer life. It makes you a better human. Less stressed. Happier. I think about my own life and when I decided to put my dreams first and to follow them I became a happier person and a better role model for my children. They saw their mom in action. Following her dreams. Taking the hits. Moving forward. It is one of the best lessons I could teach them and I did it by putting myself first. So … note to self …. Read this paragraph next time you get busy! We are in charge of our own happiness, aren’t we? It isn’t tied up in someone else and what they can do for us. It is our responsibility to find a way to be whole. Taking care of all aspects of our life is one way. Honouring ourselves. It’s huge. I finally see that. </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/5b095dea9711b3dd6c0051cbe33febde19ec34f5/large/cheese.jpeg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />Eating Keto is tiresome. </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">I have yet to purchase a cookbook which may be the problem. I took the time to meal plan this week and found some interesting recipes .. so I thought. There are things I miss. Real pasta. Fruit. Chocolate. Mexican food. I found a recipe for Tacos. The taco shell was made from cheese. Just cheese. Cheddar cheese. On the surface, it looked interesting. I thought the act of holding a 'taco' would feel more normal. Why not? It seemed quick enough. Shred some cheese. Bake it. Drape it over a wooden spoon to give it shape. What could go wrong? I'll tell you. Loads. I make the little shells - surprisingly easy. But eat two little tacos and you've consumed <em>1/2 cup of cheese</em>. Oh, my word. Cook the taco filling. Chop avocados. onions. Jalapenos. We've got sour cream. More shredded cheese. We're set. Whoever put this recipe together didn't think everything through. </span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font_large">What happens when you put hot ingredients into a shell made of cheese?</span></em></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">.... I'll just wait a minute while you think about it ... That's right! It melts. Quickly. Suddenly hands are full of grease, meat and sour cream. It was ridiculous. And it was too much cheese! I'm still full. What were they thinking? There must be a better way to do Keto. I miss eating vegetarian.</span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/3cc6d742128c8df726317d080e3e3a74bc68a7e0/medium/candle.jpeg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />This week Valentines Day took a back seat to the horrendous school shooting in Florida. I will never understand the US love affair with guns. The country seems so divided that politics and party win over the lives of their children. Looking at it from the outside I am baffled. Disgusted. Angry. </span></p>
<h4><span class="font_large">I try not to get political on this blog as I prefer to be inclusive and politics is anything but inclusive. </span></h4>
<p><span class="font_large">But this, this … I have no words for. Only disgust. I hurt for the victims and their families. I wish them peace. Watching the teenagers gather together in response to the shooting gives me hope. We adults don’t seem to get the job done. Perhaps the youth will finally take the action that gets a response from the suits and ties in DC. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/482c0c74ac3c5beebf9097489920c03f9456e1fa/medium/cathie3.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />That said, there were lovely things that happened this week. As part of my year of honour, I want to step outside myself and honour other artists I know. In that vein, I held a couple of interviews this week. One of which was Cathie Borrie. Cathie is the first interview in my “A Divalicious Life” series. You can check it out <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.caylabrooke.com/blog/blog/my-divalicious-tea-date">here</a>. My next is with magician Vitaly. Vitaly's interview will be appearing (or disappearing) ... see what I did there? .... in March. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My daughter came to town for a quick visit and together we went to World Renown Artist James Picard’s Vancouver studio. My daughter was a bit star struck. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/73e3af8a2abc0a1799c83f2c792da25d2eaa40d2/medium/20180217-163409.jpg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />James is very kind and accommodating. We sipped tea. Chatted about art, music and life in general. All while surrounded by incredible works of art. Masterpieces everywhere. And in every style imaginable. It was breathtaking at times. James' short documentary “The Dark and the Wounded” is the multi-award winning darling of the 2017/2018 film festival circuit. James is the subject of my blog in April so I’ll not mention too much here. But I can say that one of the paintings in the Dark and the Wounded series was recently offered 1.3 </span><span class="font_large">mil</span><span class="font_large">. </span><span class="font_large">US</span><span class="font_large">. I still can't believe James did the artwork for my album <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair">Plush Red Chair</a>. I think the original sketch hanging in my hallway went up in value. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is more I could write. But to be honest – I look out my office window and see blue skies and snow-capped mountains beckoning me with a come-hither smile. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/56a4f7a8874d38e84610a50335551c37d0d721c7/original/20180218-132114.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">So </span><em><span class="font_large">hither</span></em><span class="font_large"> I go, with my beagle and a warm jacket. It looks cold!</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Here is this week's Samsung Galaxy Video in case you missed it.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="LC9L8m6fN-o" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/LC9L8m6fN-o/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LC9L8m6fN-o?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50824372018-02-17T14:46:54-08:002018-03-11T22:28:23-07:00How a Sonnet Changed Everything<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/355fc80e203558d9ad70b500bd7f0233bb0911a1/large/blog-post.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />Today I shared a pot of tea with the lovely Cathie Borrie. Cathie may not be a household name, but she is an inspiring woman nonetheless. A woman of substance. A woman fraught with grit and tenacity. A Divalicious woman. I couldn’t wait to interview her. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Regular readers of this blog will know that I have declared 2018, “My Year of Honour”. Rather than having a list of resolutions that I may or may not complete, I resolved to honour every aspect of my life. My health. My dreams. My relationships and those around me. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/482c0c74ac3c5beebf9097489920c03f9456e1fa/original/cathie3.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" /> I’ve been mulling the idea of</span><span class="font_large"> “</span><span class="font_large">A Divalicious Life” video series for a while now. A series in which I interview men and women who have done incredible things later in their life. People who move beyond the pain of their past. Going further than expected. Pushing boundaries. Beating the odds. And one of the first people I thought of interviewing for the series was Cathie. To me, she is the epitome of a Divalicious woman. I don't have video equipment yet, but I can type and I have a blog. I would like to introduce you to the talented Cathie Borrie.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cathie and I first met when I was the guest soloist for the Marcus Mosely Chorale. She was a member at the time. We became Facebook friends. I entered her world while she was still working on her first book. Cathie Borrie is the published author of the beautiful book, <em>The Long Hello</em>. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><em><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6d0f8a3e3d79a368e4494398fbd58728eebc207a/small/long-hello-9781476792514-lg.jpg" class="size_s justify_right border_" />“A stirring memoir of a daughter caring for a mother with dementia that is sure to become a touchstone for many others. The Long Hello explores the emotional rewards and challenges that Cathie Borrie experienced in caring for her mother, who was living with Alzheimer’s disease, for seven years. Between the two, a wondrously poetic dialogue develops, which </em></span><span class="font_large"><em>Ms</em></span><span class="font_large"><em> Borrie further illuminates with childhood memories of her family, and her struggle to maintain a life outside her caregiving responsibilities. The Long Hello demonstrates how caregiving creates an opportunity to experience the change in a relationship that illness necessitates, one in which joy, meaning, and profound intimacy can flourish. Written in spare, beautiful prose, largely in the form of a dialogue, The Long Hello exquisitely captures the intricacies and nuances of a daughter’s relationship with her mother. “ </em></span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">I asked Cathie how it all started. She was caring for her mother, who was living with Alzheimer's. The daily reminiscing with her mother stirred up Cathie’s own memories of her childhood. She would find herself at some point in the day entering a local coffee shop with a small notebook and pen where she would write what she calls vignettes. Sparse. Lyrical. Almost poetic. Her unique voice. A daily snippet of her sometimes tragic life. You’ll have to read the book to get those details. Cathie had no real plans to write a book. She was a woman dallying with an art form that drew her. At some point during her mother’s long </span><span class="font_large">illness</span><span class="font_large">, Cathie decided to take a course in writing. A friend mentioned the Creative Writing course at The Writer’s Studio in SFU. A former nurse, as well as a graduate from Law School, Cathie was no stranger to formal education. She knew a scholastic environment was the perfect avenue to pursue writing. “That’s one thing about getting older. You know yourself.” She knew she would thrive. The thought of homework makes her giddy. She smiles as she tells me. A twinkle in her eye. I like Cathie. She’s vibrant. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">To apply for the course, applicants were required to submit 20 pages of writing. 20 pages! Cathie didn’t have 20 pages of anything. She had 5 pages of a 'shitty' mystery she had written. Her words. Not mine. There were letters to an old flame that </span><span class="font_large">were</span><span class="font_large"> on the ‘erotic’ side. My question is how they ended back in her possession. And the coffee shop vignettes she had written about her life. They would have to do. “It was all so shitty Cayla.” She applied anyway. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">She describes receiving the phone call of her acceptance into the course. "I knew my life was changing". Her face lights up as she tells me. The excitement still there a decade later. So, off to </span><span class="font_large">school</span><span class="font_large">, she went. </span><span class="font_large">Part-time</span><span class="font_large">. A few hours a week while she continued to care for her ailing mother. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It took five years for Cathie to write The Long Hello. She began writing the book during the one year course at SFU. In later years, she met every two weeks with fellow writers to discuss their projects. It kept her writing. Fine tuning. Paring things down. Once the book was completed Cathie next step was to find a literary agent. A publisher. Anyone who would read the book. But it’s a catch 22 as with most things. No one wants to look at a non-published author. You can’t get published without someone looking at your work. Her file of rejection letters expanded. She decided to self-publish. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/176b48bf2024109108e566ae8cd23c4310aeb9b1/medium/cathie2.jpg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />I remember when it happened. I watched Cathie's progress online via Facebook and thought ‘Look at her go.’ Writing a book. Completing it. </span><span class="font_large">Self-publishing</span><span class="font_large">. She impressed me to no end. So many people stop at dreaming. Very few actually 'Do it.'. Soon Cathie was doing presentations. She spoke at conferences about Alzheimer’s, something she no longer has any desire to do. But during that time she was building momentum. Making contacts. Networking. Never giving up. Persistent. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">At some point, she decided to take a </span><span class="font_large">5-day</span><span class="font_large"> course at the Celebrated 92nd Street Y in NYC. “How to Write a Sonnet”. A decision that would change the course of her life forever. I find this aspect of Cathie’s life very interesting. For it is in the ordinary things that extraordinary things happen. Cathie did everything right. She didn’t give up. She kept doing what was in front of her. She was persistent. She continued learning. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The teacher of the “How to Write a Sonnet” course was Molly Peacock (a poet, author & speaker). What Cathie didn’t foresee was forming a professional bond with her teacher. She never dreamt of Molly saying, "I’d like to send your book to an agent I know.". Or that the agent would say, “If Molly Peacock recommends it – I’ll read it.” She may have pictured before she drifted off to sleep, <em>The Long Hello</em> published by Simon & Schuster. But do you think she dreamt of an </span><span class="font_large">audiobook</span><span class="font_large"> version of <em>The Long Hello</em>? An </span><span class="font_large">audiobook</span><span class="font_large"> performed by Jill Eikenberry from LA Law? <em>I loved LA Law by the way!</em> Or speaking at writers festivals? And yet it happened. </span><span class="font_large">Overnight</span><span class="font_large"> it seemed. I watched from the sidelines cheering her on. She worked very hard to get there and deserves every accolade. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ea8d14ec9ac516dba6198dcbafd987df4945632b/original/cathie-4.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />I ask her </span><span class="font_large">what is</span><span class="font_large"> next? She ponders what her next writing subject will be. A children’s book intrigues her. She knows not to sit on her laurels. Not to become complacent with her accomplishments. She isn't. She rises at 5:03 every morning, dresses and goes to a local café by 5:30. Another writer arrives at </span><span class="font_large">6 am</span><span class="font_large"> and together they work on their craft until 7:30. Dedication. Persistence. Grit. Divalicious! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I asked Cathie what she would say to readers pondering their own dreams. Or who say, “I’ve always wanted to ___________.” Her response was interesting. “Stop saying ‘I’ve always wanted to.’. I hate that. I’ve said it myself and I hate it when I say it. It’s pointless. Begin it!” </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">You can buy <em>The Long Hello</em> on </span><span class="font_large">Cathie's</span><span class="font_large"> website </span><span class="font_large"><a contents="www.cathieborrie.com" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.cathieborrie.com" target="_blank">www.cathieborrie.com</a> .</span><span class="font_large"> On a side note - it's always better to buy at an artist's website rather than Amazon as the money goes to the author. Which is a good thing! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">You can follow Cathie on her social media platforms – </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Twitter" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://twitter.com/CathieBorrie" style="" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Instagram" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/cathie_borrie/" style="" target="_blank">Facebook</a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="Instagram" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/cathie_borrie/" style="" target="_blank">Instagram</a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="pNKUaqdt3_g" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/pNKUaqdt3_g/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pNKUaqdt3_g?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50744142018-02-13T08:19:44-08:002018-02-13T08:19:44-08:00Weightloss, Pizza & the Loss of a Friend - Week 6 Update<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/fd2ec7e5bb7253ae19245bea3c141ad695a2c8a7/original/weightloss-smooth-tasty.png" class="size_l justify_center border_" />This week was a full week. Full of ups and downs. </span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">On the health </span><span class="font_large">front</span></strong><span class="font_large">, I am happy to report I’m down 10lb. Progress. Finally! I’m feeling good. Like the energizer bunny. My brain is clearer and I’m getting so much done. But, I’m tired and bored with what I’m eating. It’s food now. There’s no love. No joy. Just food. The wannabe Italian Mama in me wants to cry. Where’s the love? In an attempt to spice things up this weekend I made a Keto </span><span class="font_large">pizza.</span><span class="font_large"> The term Pizza said loosely. It doesn’t matter what you call it. It doesn’t matter how many stars the recipe has been given. Cauliflower is never going to become a pizza crust. I’m not sure what it was that I made, but pizza it wasn’t. It was … edible. Don't be expecting it at your local Panago anytime soon.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">To be honest I miss something sweet. Not a big dessert. But something. Anything. I haven’t had a piece of fruit since December 31st. I walk down the grocery aisle hoping to see a carb-free piece of chocolate. No such luck. Oh, chocolate how I miss you. Or a piece of liquorice. Good quality liquorice. Mmmmm. I’ll look for a good keto cookbook this week. That will help. That said, I do feel better than I have in a long time. But my mouth is watering thinking about an apple. And chocolate. And liquorice. Funny. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/8d331762ed1797dbc3fc4e074ee3a6d51b7b9069/medium/winner.jpg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />As part of my year of Honour</strong>, I wanted to honour my fans. So, this week on my <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.facebook.com/caylabrooke">Facebook</a> page we had a contest. The fans posted pictures of themselves with their spouses. It is nice to see the comments and pictures. It brought us closer together no matter where we lived on this giant orb. I liked getting to know my fans more instead of it always being </span><span class="font_large">one-sided</span><span class="font_large">. It’s been fun for me. The winner (Marie Worth) has been married 45 years! Don't they look adorable? Marie gets a prize from yours truly. And the contests continue – This week is all about pets. The cutest/funniest picture of your pet wins. It’s going to be a tough one to judge I’m sure. But it should turn out to be a fun contest. I’m a sucker for a furry critter. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><strong>I also lost a friend this week</strong>. She had been on my mind a lot over the past few months but I knew her time was approaching. I could feel it. We talked a little and I sent her a card only a week ago letting her know that I was thinking of her. She was such a wonderful person. A rare light. When I think of her I see a smile. A kind genuine smile. I’ll miss that smile. I already do. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">On my personal Facebook </span><span class="font_large">page</span><span class="font_large">, I’ve seen tribute after tribute to her. She was a deeply loved human being. It’s because she deeply loved. I am amazed at how someone, who didn’t have any measure of fame. Who lived an ordinary life (discounting three battles with cancer). And yet had such a stunning impact on so many people. I read over and over again in the tributes to her the word ‘light’. It’s the only word we humans can come up with to describe her. She was like a ray of sunshine. A bright gem in a world of grey. Her death makes me want to be more like her. Kinder. Happier in all circumstances. Without malice or guile. Empty of bitterness. Full of joy. Caring for others more than myself. It’s a tall order. I mean, who am I without my sarcasm? But it makes for a better world. This world could use more people like Nichole. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/086bd706556a36da096d9ddcb11f61772be312c4/medium/461-box-348x490-w128.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />On a fun </strong></span><strong><span class="font_large">note</span></strong><span class="font_large">, My husband brought home an old movie from the library. He did it to help cheer me up I suspect. It's an old B&W film with Charles Laughton from 1954. <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.criterion.com/films/1078-hobson-s-choice">Hobson's Choice</a>. Laughton is larger than life and delightful. At first, I was drawn in by the interesting camera angles. Then Laughton's performance grabbed my attention. And I finally got caught up in the story. It's fun. A little gem. I enjoyed it a lot. If you like old movies and haven't had a chance to see it. You should. It's lovely.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So that’s about it. I think I'm still dealing with Nichole's passing, and the anniversary of my sister's passing. So I'm not my chipper self. No deep thoughts this week. It is an update blog. It’s finally lived up to </span><span class="font_large">its</span><span class="font_large"> name.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cayla</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50689722018-02-08T09:23:31-08:002018-02-08T09:37:47-08:00An Audience of One and Jim Carrey<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/432644549fd2b58479d73c6ed6fc2303b9c894a8/large/audience-of-one-blog-post.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I bumped into my neighbour/friend yesterday. A lovely man who is very supportive <em>(and his wife)</em> of my creative endeavours. We chatted outside the post office on a grey Vancouver evening. He commented on how much time and effort I put into my work. He loved my last newsletter (<a contents="join my email list to receive" data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" target="_blank">join my email list to receive</a>), blogs & videos. Complimenting me on them. My effort showed. It was nice to hear. I thanked him and told him I kept putting my work out there in the hopes that people will read or listen. Trying not to allow the results (or lack of) to chafe at me like a tight pair of jeans. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">He then told me a story of he and Jim Carrey. Yes, the real Jim Carrey. He had been chatting with him that morning and I guess he was on his mind. My neighbour had worked with Jim back when he had started appearing on "In Living Color". He had directed him in a documentary before his break out on to the world stage. Part of the documentary included filming Jim in action on stage. It was the 100th time Jim had performed this particular comedy routine. There was a lot riding on this documentary for all involved. There were limited funds for filming and crew. There wasn’t the luxury of several ‘takes’. Jim had to nail it. My neighbour said he took solace in the fact that Jim had performed this routine 99 times. He was about to perform his 100th on camera – which he nailed, of course. It was Jim Carrey after all. But he also told me this. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c5414888f511da70bb2c6bedcb049b5590f67161/original/pexels-photo-109669.jpeg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />Of those 99 times, Jim had performed his comedy routine. 99 public performances. Jim had stated he couldn’t count the number of times he had performed it to an audience of one. One person. Maybe two. Sometimes 20 or 30. But often, one. Jim Carrey! The genius comedian! Performing for one bored person in the audience, picking his teeth and slurping a beer. With that, my neighbour encouraged me to continue to put my work out into the world with the same effort. Because my audience was my audience whether it be 1 or 10,000. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What great advice! I’ve always had that attitude for my live performance but never have applied it to my online audience. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The advice is good for all areas of our life. We live our life. Do things to the best of our ability. Do good when no one is watching. For even if the only member of our audience is a snoring pet beagle, we still perform to the best of our ability. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">To the person who is reading this. Thank you. You inspire me. If you would like to receive my periodic News Letters, like my neighbour, <a contents="click here" data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" target="_blank">click here</a>.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Just for you and for Valentines Day here is my latest Samsung Galaxy Video ... Yes! They're back! Enjoy My Funny Valentine.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="xxdS-2HiCdE" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/xxdS-2HiCdE/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xxdS-2HiCdE?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="540" width="960" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50661552018-02-06T21:20:09-08:002018-02-06T21:43:04-08:00Natalia Pardalis on Music, Power Lifting & David Bowie<p><span class="font_large">I recently had a chat with classically trained, lover of all things 1940's, local performer and Vocal Studio entrepreneur Natalia Pardalis of <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://pardalisstudio.com/" style="">Pardalis</a><a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://pardalisstudio.com/"> Studio for Music & Performing Arts</a> The conversation was easy while we bounced from subject to subject, as we women so often do. It was lovely.</span><span class="font_large"> Let's find out more about the intriguing, marketing dynamo that is Natalia Pardalis, shall we?<br><br><strong><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/2666de9a3d6954de35a0954c61904d74f820dbd9/original/natalia.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Q - Who were your musical influences growing up? </strong></span></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">I have so many ..... Nina Simone, Frank Sinatra and Judy Garland are probably the top three. But I also loved Alicia De Rosa. A classical pianist. </span></em></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - When did you first start singing </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">I have always </span><span class="font_large">sung</span><span class="font_large"> -- but </span><span class="font_large">I</span><span class="font_large"> started taking singing lessons in my early 20s </span></em></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Q - How old were you when you wrote your first song? What was it about?</strong> </span></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">Well</span><span class="font_large">, that's quite the story -- </span><span class="font_large">I</span><span class="font_large"> was about 1 year old ... </span></em><span class="font_large"><em>Well</em></span><em><span class="font_large">, that's my parents tell me lol. Apart it was minor 3rds. The words were Bye Bye from your Baby. I would wave and sing it to my dad when he would leave for work. I remember always trying to compose as a kid but I wrote my first official song in </span><span class="font_large">high school.</span><span class="font_large"> </span></em><span class="font_large"><em>lol</em></span><em><span class="font_large">, Basically Somewhere over the Rainbow ripped off. </span></em></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - What is your most embarrassing or funniest moment on stage? </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">A Christmas Gig --- my guitarist got drunk and I didn't </span><span class="font_large">realize till we were on stage doing Baby It's Cold Outside. He was also singing the guy parts... I was so mad. But my friends said it was hilarious. In retrospect, I wish someone had recorded </span></em><span class="font_large"><em>it.</em></span></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - How is filming a video different from a </span></strong><strong><span class="font_large">live</span></strong><strong><span class="font_large"> performance? </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">It is about telling a story -- much like a live performance but it is also about camera angles and making sure you have enough film .... it takes a lot of </span></em><span class="font_large"><em>film</em></span><em><span class="font_large"> to create a 3 min music video. I love creating videos because like Walt Disney said: ".... anything is possible" (he was talking about cartoons but still works). I get to think out of the box and creating a story that connects with the music. </span></em></p>
<p><strong><em><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/aa39583febd0fbba8af37d17011f0297e575829e/large/natalia.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />Q - You have</span><span class="font_large"> a unique fashion style? How did that come about? </span></em></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">Growing up, I always loved watching old movies and loved how glamorous everyone was back then. My grandmother would always show me her </span><span class="font_large">jewellery</span><span class="font_large"> and furs and tell me stories. When I was in my 20s, I was in Florida and happened to go to a rockabilly bar. All the girls were dress in vintage clothing and had the perfect </span><span class="font_large">cat-eye</span><span class="font_large"> eyeliner. I was hooked. I quickly discovered </span><span class="font_large">YouTubers</span><span class="font_large"> like <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNHFdqPWAUa_fh92VmXJC-A">Cherry Dollface</a> and <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.youtube.com/user/KoontzFan2/featured">Vintage Vanity</a> where I learnt how to do the hair and </span><span class="font_large">makeup</span><span class="font_large">. I later when to hair and </span><span class="font_large">makeup</span><span class="font_large"> </span><span class="font_large">school</span><span class="font_large"> where I specialized in Vintage Inspired Hair and </span><span class="font_large">Make up</span><span class="font_large">. </span></em></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Q - How would you describe your music</strong>? </span></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">An attempt to be Nina Simone lol hmmm I would say it's a description of life </span></em></p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - You’ve become involved with </span></strong><strong><span class="font_large">weightlifting</span></strong><strong><span class="font_large">. What type of </span></strong><strong><span class="font_large">weightlifting</span></strong><strong><span class="font_large"> do you do and how did it come about? </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/65e651ac878b82058c544caa2477ff56a0b38fa3/original/pexels-photo-685530.jpeg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />I do </span><span class="font_large">powerlifting</span><span class="font_large">. Long story -- I was a gymnast as a child and when I was about 12 years old I slipped off the high bar and landed on the wood floor on my right knee (left knee landed on the </span><span class="font_large">mat</span><span class="font_large">). I blacked out for a second and all I remember is hearing a loud cracking sound - imagine the sound a whip but heavier deeper. Sadly for many </span><span class="font_large">years</span><span class="font_large">, doctors did not take me seriously and I suffered from chronic pain. On a pain scale my daily pain was about 8 out of 10 and if it was raining or cold or snowing prob about 11. For years, I would try to work out and would for a few months and then it would </span><span class="font_large">aggravate</span><span class="font_large"> my knee somehow and so I would hobble for a few months. I would go from </span><span class="font_large">doctor</span><span class="font_large"> to doctor. I had one doctor tell me to maybe go to a psychologist as maybe I was imagining my pain and then another doctor told me it was typical of a formal athlete so expect to be in a wheelchair by 40 years old. A few years ago, my best friend's husband got into </span><span class="font_large">powerlifting</span><span class="font_large"> and then another friend got into cross fit. I watched both of them become strong and started researching it. I realized that it might be a solution. I decided to try and found the most amazing trainer Caroline Moreno and together we started looking at why my body didn't want to heal. We realized it wasn't my knee at all but rather my left hip (i know strange considering my right knee would hurt). We focused on building flexibility, mobility, and strength. My pain has dropped to maybe a 2 on rainy days and most of the time it doesn't hurt at all. I can't recommend </span><span class="font_large">powerlifting</span><span class="font_large"> enough. It also keeps you humble -- when you have 200 pounds on your back ... you could hurt yourself so easy with a wrong move. You have to work on focus and discipline. </span></em></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - Do you eventually want to compete as a </span></strong><strong><span class="font_large">powerlifter</span></strong><strong><span class="font_large">? </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">My trainer wants me to compete. I'm thinking maybe next year </span></em></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - If music wasn’t an option, what would your occupation be? </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">Marketing </span></em></p>
<p><strong><span class="font_large">Q - Michael Jackson or David Bowie. </span></strong></p>
<p><em><span class="font_large">Hard one ... but lately, I've been playing Bowie's Space Oddity a lot. I discovered it last year when I was at a crossroad in life. The lyrics really connected with me.</span></em></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">When it comes down to it Natalia is a lovely human being. She is kind and generous towards other artists, including me. Click the link to learn more about <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://pardalisstudio.com/">Pardalis Studio for Music and the Performing Arts.</a> A full service performing arts studio where you can learn anything from how to sing to drums and marketing. You can follow Natalia on <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.facebook.com/PardalisStudio/" style="">Facebook</a></span><span class="font_large"> and <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.instagram.com/pardalisstudio/" style="">Instagram</a>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Below is her latest "Secret Garden" video.</span></p>
<p><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="9_jV6DF5FJ0" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/9_jV6DF5FJ0/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9_jV6DF5FJ0?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></p>
<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50598922018-02-03T11:34:45-08:002018-02-03T14:53:56-08:00STRIPPERS, PARTIES & GRANDKIDS<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6bc772a7d5b19f94585b04fa7c4a5529e2ab86cd/large/blog-cover.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /><span class="font_large">Choosing the word “Honour” as my focus for the year is one of my best decisions I’ve made in a long time. There is something freeing about giving a word to your year instead of Resolutions. It’s so much easier to focus on. So little room for failure if you choose to focus on the word instead of the deed. And Honour is a great word. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">January has been a wonderful month. First update – my health. I have energy! For the first time in a long time. I have energy! There’s a spring in my step and it feels good. The pain I was experiencing is gone. Oh, happy day. I see my Naturopath and Massage Therapist next week. I hope to receive a good report on my progress.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/4e4b470b0daf5cbef7964fd97f98b9b3daf60f89/medium/girls-night.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />The end of January was busy. As part of my year of Honour – I want to spend more time with my girlfriends. This is something that has been lacking in my life. So I want to make a conscious effort to connect with my friends. I had a girl’s night and went to the “<a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://thecomicstrippers.com/">Comic Strippers</a>”. Trust me, there is little that is sexy about this troupe. But it was a fun evening. I describe it like this. It’s like watching an episode of “Who’s Line is it Anyway” but with Drew Carey, Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie sans shirt. I had fun and laughed a lot, which was the plan. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/959d133dbc7182ff9809acaef8bac2bd8a636c9f/medium/warde2.jpg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />The next day I threw a surprise birthday party for my husband. I can’t believe I pulled it off. My acting skills are better than I thought. He was completely duped. He even tried to cancel our dinner plans a few days earlier and I said “Yeah, OK we can do that. If you really want to. I’ll go call the restaurant.” …. And then I said, “You know what? No. We’ve made plans. It’s my year of Honour and I want to honour you by taking you out for dinner. And I’m not going to let you cancel. So, we’re going.” I'm a master! I should become a spy or an actor ... wait I am one ... you'll have to guess which one. Twenty-four friends of my husband sitting at a restaurant waiting to yell "Surprise!". The ruse was perfect. Right down to a dear friend escorting us to a table of four where her husband sat waiting for us. Gift on the table. Hugs. It's so great to see you! Happy Birthday! etc. Not noticing the 20 something other friends all with menus in front of their faces watching the display. SURPRISE! It was so much fun. An evening to remember that is for sure. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/71c93cfd8345ddadbe9f1452bc6a3aac3d3587c4/medium/jack.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />The following day my daughter arrived with my two precious grandsons and two dogs (one of which is a 4-month-old puppy). Craziness followed. Those little boys fill this heart of mine with so much joy it’s difficult to describe. So cute. The oldest is growing fast and is the sweetest little man. I asked to take a picture and this was his pose. Funny kid. The youngest is … so full of life and mischief. I smile thinking about them both </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My year of honour is off to a great start. I am blessed. I have given back in my own quiet way. I have honoured my friendships. My family. My love. My health. My dreams. That’s exactly what I wanted to do and all without one New Year’s Resolution. Perfect. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">February is Love Month. I am giving away one of my favourite songs from Plush Red Chair for free. “<a data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download">Old Fashioned Love</a>” is available to download. I’m also going to run contests this month on my Facebook Page. Each week will be a new contest. And each week I will announce the winner and give away a prize. I can’t wait. It’s going to be fun! So make sure you hop over to my <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.facebook.com/caylabrooke">FACEBOOK</a> Page every Monday in February to check out the week’s contest. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Happy February to you. May it be full of love in all its forms, laughter and peace.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font_large">And now for fun - another favourite Samsung Galaxy Video </span><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="1o0ruzE5WGI" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/1o0ruzE5WGI/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1o0ruzE5WGI?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50476752018-01-27T13:12:16-08:002018-01-27T13:14:55-08:00WHEN STRIVING BECOMES STRIFE<h2><span class="font_xl">When Striving Becomes Strife</span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">Striving for a goal is a good thing, most of the time. Strife is conflict. Never a good thing. But what happens when striving causes strife? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">That happened to me. It’s been going on for a while. I never realized it until I was asked a question a few days ago. The question was </span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><em>“What are you striving for?”</em></span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">The </span><span class="font_large">follow-up</span><span class="font_large"> question was </span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large"><em>“What would happen if you gave it up?” </em></span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large">To be honest, I don’t think the writer’s intention was how I applied it. It was more to do with having too much to do. Striving to lose weight. What would it be like if you gave it up? The end of the world? Can you go on with other things and give this up for now? I believe that was the intention. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/93d35ce8e0f47ad6ab7327fd76d5145c9dd19f48/large/friends.jpeg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />For </span><span class="font_large">me</span><span class="font_large">, though it was the first answer that popped into my head that surprised me and has affected me in a profound way. The word was “acceptance”. I was striving for acceptance. The Sally Fields “You like me. You really like me.” Acceptance. The getting picked for the team acceptance. The being the new kid in school and having someone ask you to be their friend acceptance. I was striving for that. I have been for a long time. Among my peers. And then I asked myself what would happen if I gave it up?</span></p>
<p> </p>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_large">Wow! I actually felt a weight fall from my shoulders. </span></h2>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/71d73e80b1d976e6ab95724641b8dd7aec7f65ac/original/night-vintage-music-bokeh.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />I felt freer thinking it. We are funny creatures. We can know things. Think we are living our life the way we are supposed to. That we have grown-up. That we don’t care what other people think. And then reality hits. Yup. We do. Or at least I do. And it was weighing me down. I’d love to be the cool girl in school. But, you know what? I am only required to be me. Me. Divalicious! me. Unique me. When I am me – I honour my life. And isn’t that what this year is all about anyway? </span><span class="font_large">Yes</span><span class="font_large">, it is. My only job is to live my life. To it’s fullest. As best as I can with the tools and resources I have. It is to love and be kind. It is to give of myself. It is to use my talents to the best of my ability. It is to be persistent towards my goals. It is to keep growing as a person. I did that this week. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, I will be me. Me. Divalicious! Me. Unique me. Write my songs. <a contents="Sing" data-link-label="Music" data-link-type="page" href="/music" target="_blank">Sing</a> the way I do. Blog for the sake of blogging. Be kind. Do what I’m supposed to do. Honour my life. Yeah. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/7107dbb9617026e9e488f0af378a431d7c1f3b59/original/apple.jpeg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />I should go weigh myself, I’ve lost so much weight </span><span class="font_large">off</span><span class="font_large"> of my shoulders. Have you ever felt this way? I'd love to hear from you. And if you like this post - feel free to share. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Now just for fun - have a listen to this favourite Samsung Galaxy Video - All About that Bass<br><br><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="rRKv7i_c-E0" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/rRKv7i_c-E0/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rRKv7i_c-E0?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50379922018-01-22T19:54:42-08:002018-01-22T19:54:42-08:00SONGWRITING, SELF-DOUBT AND THE FEDEX GUY<p><span class="font_large"><em>For the last few years, instead of New Year’s resolutions, I have attached a word to the year. 2018 is my year of honour. I am focusing on my health, but I will strive to honour all areas of my life. This is my week three update. </em></span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">This past week I was at home more than normal. It wasn’t planned that way. But it happened, over and over again. Very odd. I was home like a shut-in for all but 2 days. So you can imagine what that did to my “Get to the Gym” plans. Yeah, I know … sounds like I’m making excuses. So … drum roll, please… I worked out at home. I worked out until I sweat. 5X. I was sore, but not the kind of pain that I have been dealing with since December. That pain seems to be going away. THANK GOD! No, this was that good kind of sore and I’m fine with that. When I would get tired, I would remind myself of how lucky I am to have a body that moves. And that in moving my body I am honouring me. It was good inspiration. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/fad0c98c71e82ed80f5a6944f26bb9e95668fba3/original/socks-feet-pajamas-table-85842.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />I like working from home. It’s that whole "I don’t have to get dressed if I don’t want to!" feeling. Sitting at your desk in your housecoat and a cup of coffee getting things done. Until the FedEx guy comes to the door. Suddenly you feel like a housewife who’s been eating bonbons all day watching soap operas. That happened a couple of times. Not my finest hour. I started getting dressed earlier after that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I accomplished a lot, but I was feeling out of sorts. I know when this happens it is usually because I’m not using my creative side enough. I like writing my blogs, and putting videos etc. together, but there are times when I need to create. I needed to create some music. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I like collaborating with other musicians when I write music. There are two reasons. The first is I love the idea of combining two ideas into one. It makes for something special that wouldn’t happen anywhere else. There is magic in that. The second comes from my own insecurities. I’ll be honest. I’ve never felt good enough. I have always felt inadequate because I didn’t go to university to study music. I wanted to, but in my family, the goal for me was to find a job as a secretary and get married. My parents had little aspirations for me beyond that. There were full scholarships offered but my parents forbade it. And I obeyed. To the nth degree. If I could go back in time I would speak up more. I don’t blame my parents, it’s the way they thought. But I regret it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The thing is, I haven’t been able to collaborate lately. I have all these lyrics and beginnings of songs floating around in my head and no one to share them with. I’m tied to other people’s schedules. But I’m feeling out of sorts! What to do? The most amazing things happen when your idea of 'how things should be' is tested. The only thing stopping me from writing my own work is my own fear. Fear that I’m not good enough. I don’t know why it was so strong this time around. I mean I wrote Christmas with Love in October and didn’t have an issue. But that was a one-off. A moment of inspiration. This was different. I was going to sit down and write for the sake of writing. Fear. Self-doubt. But this is my year of honour! …. Oh dear. Quite the conundrum. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/851f8ba3691846e93e253e0eb6a5a1d0e407da6c/original/27163987-1774233492600370-4456826112274452436-o.jpg/!!/b:W1sidCIsMjcwXV0=.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />So, I started to write. At first, the demons in my brain shouted at me. But I told them to bugger off. I was writing. It didn’t come easily. I told myself to settle down. Write Cayla. There are no deadlines. Nothing. Only me. The piano. My thoughts. That’s it. Well, let me tell you. I started to have fun. Soon I was smiling. Humming. The ideas flowing. The chords coming. More ideas. Wait? What is that I hear in my head? Ah, the backup singers. Oh, now I hear the horns. It’s all there you see. I only needed to push past my doubt and fear. That’s all ego anyway. Isn’t it? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Why do I write all this? Because I’m no different than you. We all have our own set of fears and insecurities. Sometimes we have to stop whining and just do it. I can say with pride I honoured me this week. It felt good. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cayla </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">PS – It is a great song. I can’t wait to sing it. But until then, here's a favourite Samsung Galaxy Video ... just for fun.</span><br><br> </p>
<p><span class="font_large"><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="TK7Zgz_2yUA" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/TK7Zgz_2yUA/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TK7Zgz_2yUA?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50253032018-01-15T19:44:10-08:002020-08-19T07:56:58-07:00HONOUR MY LIFE – Week Two Update (Pain, Milk & QAK)<p><span class="font_large">2018 is my year of Honour. Instead of resolutions, I have given my year a theme. Honour. My focus is on my health, but I choose to honour all aspects of my life. My dreams, goals, relationships, friendships, work, sense of adventure ... everything. This is week 2.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Week 2 was another week of pain or I should say 5 days of pain. I have been blessedly </span><span class="font_large">pain-free</span><span class="font_large"> (relatively speaking) for 2 days now. Thank goodness. Pain is, well, painful. So, once again I listened to/honoured my body and held off on the new exercise routine. Although I did get out for some walks. Check out the view on this day. </span></p>
<p><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="P0k8J_IFOck" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/P0k8J_IFOck/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/P0k8J_IFOck?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></p>
<p><span class="font_large">BUT This week it changes. I’ve written Gym </span><span class="font_large">on</span><span class="font_large"> the day timer and everything. I’m packing my gym bag tonight and I’m off in search of the treadmill with my name on it on Tuesday. This week I vow to sweat. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Last week was another check in with the Naturopath. Everything is on track. She gave me a recipe for Golden Milk to drink </span><span class="font_large">daily</span><span class="font_large"> to help with my inflammation. My Ketone diet is ketoning like it’s supposed to. I was weighed and measured and requested I not be told the results. I’m not really interested. Is that weird?<img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/9e9980c7161ebcb1e54c1f9182ccd93f763b6a62/original/ali.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />I know me enough to know</span> <span class="font_large">I’d probably beat myself up and who wants to live through that? I’m the Mohammed Ali of self-beating so I think I’ll keep that butterfly/sting locked up. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/aeb248bb533afa1bdbfc3b5a6ce5cef7c613b0b0/medium/funny-yoga-memes.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />I’m itching to get </span><span class="font_large">to</span><span class="font_large"> the gym and I promise to look into a Yoga class. I will admit the thought of yoga scares me a little. The intelligent woman inside me knows it’s the right move. The </span><span class="font_large">self-preserving</span><span class="font_large"> side of me is digging in her heels. Who will win this battle? Brains or brawn? I know its important that I find a class with A) a good instructor and B) Gentle Yoga … emphasis on Gentle. We’ll see what unfolds. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So that’s my health. But my year of honour isn’t just about health. It’s about all areas of my life both inward and outward. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I received an email a few days ago about gratitude, blah, blah, blah and Random Acts of Kindness. The RAOK catchphrase always bothered me. Not that actual phrase, but what it has turned into. You know what I mean? The people who purchase the coffee for the people behind them in line at Starbucks and then take a picture of it and post it on Facebook. Or the person filming them helping the homeless. I never understood that. What is their motivation really? To help? Or to get noticed? I'm the kind of gal who likes to </span><span class="font_large">give</span><span class="font_large"> quietly. But as I pondered it this morning I thought to give quietly is one thing, but am I really giving that much? Turns out the answer is not really. I don't go out looking for it. I do it when the mood hits me or there's enough change floating in my purse. What? </span><span class="font_large">Am I</span><span class="font_large"> selfish? No! I can't stand selfish people! That can't be! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I ALWAYS THOUGHT OF MYSELF AS A GIVING PERSON. TURNS OUT I WAS WRONG. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/21d0791c007f4849b3d918cf688e439be06e70b1/original/index.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />The same email gave a suggestion of giving double the tip at a restaurant as an act of kindness. What? Whoa? Hyperventilating That's too much. I already give 20% which is generous enough! I’m the type to haul out my phone and calculate the exact amount. My husband gets the evil eye when he tips too much. My Scottish roots run deep. Then I remembered being a single mother and receiving a huge tip from a woman I had served. Around 250%. I wouldn’t except it. She held my hand in hers, put the money in it and said it’s yours. Keep it. My eyes welled with tears. I was now able to buy groceries. She asked me for another drink. I made her another one and brought it to the table. She paid for the drink and gave me a further $100. It's the only tip I remember in all of my years as a server. I don’t know her name, but I’ll never forget her ‘kindness’. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Which got me thinking “How much would double the tip actually cost me in a year?” Probably not that much in reality. But what an impact it could have. Hmmm… </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Kindness doesn't come with a price tag though. How much does it cost to </span></p>
<p><br><span class="font_large">- Smile at the stranger walking on the street? Or better yet, the guy who cuts you off.</span><span class="font_large"> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Say a genuine hello to the homeless person you pass? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Pick up garbage on the sidewalk that isn’t yours? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Call the friend you haven't spoken to in a while just to say "Hi!"? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Ask the clerk scanning your groceries how their day is going? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Give a back-rub to someone you love?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_xl">Or</span><span class="font_large">, is it that much to send a card to a friend? <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/595aee3620467783aaa77e50dcaacecf30f4ee2a/medium/heart-159637-1280.png" class="size_m justify_right border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Bring a treat to the office? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Bring a meal to a friend who is ill? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">- Buy Coffee for a co-worker or stranger (just don't film it)?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">Oh, I could do so much more than I do. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So at risk of sounding like the person who posts on Social Media their RAOK, I am going to make this vow to you. I am going to change my ways. As part of my Year of Honour, Quiet Acts of Kindness QAK are now part of this girl's daily to do. I'm not going to be perfect, but I am bringing it to the forefront. I am going to work at it. Make a list and scratch them off. I am going to look for ways to be kind until it becomes a </span><span class="font_large">habit</span><span class="font_large">. Because when it comes down to it. This world could use a lot more kindness. I can do my part.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So what about you? What do you think about increasing your tips at restaurants? Or do you have some ideas of little things we can do to make the world a little nicer?</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50217482018-01-13T09:00:00-08:002018-01-13T09:00:40-08:00MUSICAL CHAPTERS<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/9a9da2f096c1012ab85481a08560f017c03e1891/original/musicalchapters.png" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I’m going to tell you a bit of a secret. Well, </span><span class="font_large">it's</span><span class="font_large"> not a secret per se. It’s more like something I haven’t shared with too many people...until now. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl">I have always attached a genre or particular artist to relationships or chapters in my life.</span><span class="font_large"> </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">For instance, my childhood was gospel music. My mother was Big Band. My father Old Country. My ex-husband Elton John. I don’t know if everyone does that or not, but I do. Music has always been a close friend. Always near. Adding texture to moments in my life. Except for the dark ages.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There was a time the music stopped. My dark ages. It was the </span><span class="font_large">chapter</span><span class="font_large"> in my life when I didn’t raise my children and had little contact with them. The pain of that period was immense. Eating away at me. Life’s repeated hits had beaten me to the ground. The spark in me died a little more each day. This chapter in my life is the only period I do not have a genre or particular artist attached to it. But, it didn’t last forever</span><span class="font_large">,</span><span class="font_large"> A decade was long enough. <strong><a contents="I’ve spoken about it before" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.caylabrooke.com/blog/blog/in-my-sister-s-death-i-found-my-life" style="" target="_blank">I’ve spoken about it before</a></strong>, my sister’s funeral changed everything for me. In my sister’s </span><span class="font_large">death</span><span class="font_large">, I found my life and rediscovered my love of music. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/f75e505481952eead5beaa3e795c3912a0d5ab8a/medium/cayla-rene.jpg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Eva Cassidy appeared after the dark ages. Her music filled me with hope. With </span><span class="font_large">Eva</span><span class="font_large">, I found my smile. My spark. My life. I grew as a performer. I found my mojo. I have Eva and her music to thank for that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">One time in 2017 while I was singing Eva’s music on stage it hit me. It was time to move on. Don’t get me wrong, I love performing Eva’s songs. I have performed my show Eva Cassidy: How Can I Keep from Singing countless times and still, every time I hear an intro I think “Oh, I love this song!” I feel lucky and blessed to sing her music. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But </span><span class="font_large">still</span><span class="font_large">, a little voice told me it was time to move on. It was time for something new. New music. It was time for me. For the first time in my </span><span class="font_large">life</span><span class="font_large">, I changed my focus </span><span class="font_large">to</span><span class="font_large"> myself. I had never done that before. </span></p>
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<hr><p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/47c5e2710462de8295a81e2f2b1054c044aecfa1/original/20170922-094545.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">A new chapter in my life began. And this time the music was my own. For the first </span><span class="font_large">time</span><span class="font_large">, I felt home. Complete. In the right place. I am still in that Chapter. I’m not sure how long it will last. But for now, it feels good to sing my own songs. Tell my own stories. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have a lot of music in me that yearns to come out. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">After that who knows? I wonder what the next chapter will be?</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/50130682018-01-08T11:36:55-08:002018-01-08T11:57:49-08:00 HONOUR MY LIFE – Week One Update <p><strong><span class="font_xl"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/4d798859d3f59b485290070063e9b4f74aa86a18/large/top-20mobileapps.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have declared 2018 to be my year of HONOUR. I love to give a word to my year instead of a host of resolutions. There is </span><span class="font_large">little room for failure</span><span class="font_large"> if you try to apply a word to your life on a consistent basis. My focus is going to be </span><span class="font_large">on</span><span class="font_large"> my health, but I will not give up on my dreams, hopes and aspirations and other areas of my life. Last year was a one-sided year with all my focus </span><span class="font_large">centred</span><span class="font_large"> on recording <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair" style="" target="_blank">Plush Red Chair</a>. It was necessary to get the job done. This year is different and I can spread my focus to other areas of my life and still keep my dreams alive. That's the plan anyway. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Week one was all about finding my way. Focusing on my health I did some things that I had been putting off for a long time – like a mammogram. I had one. (clean bill of health). I’m ashamed to say it was my first mammogram. The reason? I was afraid. So many women had told me it hurt. A lot. Told me they squished you like a pancake. Told me they were awful. Barbaric. Women need to stop saying such things to each other. Here’s what I learned. </span></p>
<ol> <li><span class="font_large">You’re not squished like a pancake. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">They are at most ‘uncomfortable’. I had one pic that was a bit more uncomfortable than the others. It was hardly worth noting and lasted for mere seconds. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large">They can save your life! </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">Regular mammograms are now on my schedule. They are no big deal. If you’ve been putting them off, don’t. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/55d17fe9abdac87bf9fad71c9efcf0ab260bebee/original/ls.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />Next, I went to a Naturopath to discuss a plan for me. She discussed monthly massage (ye-haw), a change in diet (I was a vegetarian) and upping my exercise routine. Well, of course, I jumped into the massage right away. That’s easy and wonderful. I checked in with the lovely Alanna from Avalon Spa & Wellness. The same wonderful massage therapist who introduced me to Eva Cassidy. The same massage therapist that’s mentioned in the show I wrote about the singer. Of course, after catching up, she said ‘Cayla! Have you ever heard the singer ____?’ “Alanna! Last time you mentioned a singer I ended up writing a show. Are you sure you should do this?” she laughed and </span><span class="font_large">said</span><span class="font_large">, “Oh, she’d make a great show!” The singer is Blossom Dearie. We listened to <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://youtu.be/hRDBVHbaF_Y" style="" target="_blank">I'm Hip</a> and of </span><span class="font_large">course</span><span class="font_large">, I saw the beginnings of a show. ALANNA!!!! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The massage felt great, and for the first hour after I felt amazing. And then the pain started. And I’ve been sore ever since. Daily headaches (but that could be diet related as well) and I’ve had a hard time sleeping. I have another appointment this week. I remember last time it was the same. I know things will improve. I’m not giving up. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">The Doctor suggested a change in diet. I had blood tests last summer that scared me a little. I saw I was on a path to a heart attack. So I changed my diet to a vegetarian one and I liked it. It took a while for me to figure it all out. But, I enjoyed the new way of eating and to be frank, I liked the fact that an animal wasn’t dying every time I went to have a meal. Turns out it was not the greatest decision for me. I’m pre-diabetic. Not wanting to become diabetic. I had gestational diabetes with my pregnancies and was on two needles a day. I do not want to go back there. I enjoyed eating a healthy vegetarian diet but I continued to gain weight. My body still felt inflamed. Which is the reason for me focusing on my health now</span><span class="font_large">.</span><span class="font_large"> I couldn’t figure it out on my own. Enter a Ketone diet. A fancy way of saying low carb. All those chickpeas and black beans. All the vegetables. Mass amounts of vegetables. All the grains. They were wreaking havoc on my body. You see, my system turns carbs into sugar. Sugar turns to fat. Enter more inflammation. No wonder I’m having such a hard time. So, I’m back to being a meat eater. Caveat, I know I could do a ketone diet and remain vegetarian. But the thought of protein shakes and salad for my meals for months on end doesn’t appeal to me, nor would I sustain it. So meat is now back in my life. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I’ve been eating meat for a week now. Leafy greens. A few other vegetables. No fruit. No alcohol. A bit of dairy. Lots of good fat and water, water, water. The result? More headaches. And I was hungry. Craving carbs no doubt. But, on day seven the headaches stopped and my interest in food has waned. Which is sad, because I love food. I’m a </span><span class="font_large">self-proclaimed</span><span class="font_large"> foodie after all. But I’m glad for the shift. I feel a bit lighter. I’m not weighing myself as my focus is on my health, not a number on the scale. I'd like to keep it that way. When I feel good I’m going to stop and work on maintenance and incorporating more carbs into my diet. It’s as simple as that. </span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/fc0e41fbee528905188a9ffff0f80644978bcc26/original/index.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />Next up was exercise. Let’s face it – with the headaches and soreness, I wasn’t eager to jump into that realm. This is where having a word and not resolutions triumphs. My 2018 word is HONOUR</span><span class="font_large">. And the way to honour myself is to listen to what my body is telling me. My body was going through enough at the moment. So I kept things simple, but still progressive. I went for some walks. I went to the rec centre and signed up for a yearly pass. I went to the gym once and did the treadmill like old times. But that’s about it. This week, my plan is to up my game. We’ll see how I fare. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">So that’s my week focusing on my health. Baby steps. I'm a little worse for wear. I’ve shaken things up. That’s OK. We all need a good shake up every once in a while. It keeps things interesting.</span></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">My week wasn't all changes. I had some fun too. </span><span class="font_large">I went to see the play Misery with my man and some friends. What a lot of <em>creepy</em> fun! I saw the show and thought "<em>I miss acting</em>." I can't do everything though. But I do miss acting... a lot.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">And I prepared a new Samsung Galaxy Video - this time I did one of my own songs. "Divalicious!". I had fun. It's my first attempt at editing clips. It's still a straight run through of the song recorded on my smartphone, those are the rules after all. I've incorporated clips into this video though. It took forever to put together. But I had fun. Here it is.</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/49993692018-01-01T08:35:00-08:002018-01-01T10:05:57-08:002018 - THE YEAR OF HONOUR<h2><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/00d80925cbfb209b8a8a5c6c4ecb429da123ce92/original/my-word-for-2018.png" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></h2>
<p><span class="font_large">It's January 1st. A fresh new year. I love today. Anything is possible. The first thing I want to say to you is Happy New Year. I hope your year is full of love and belly laughter. What could be better? I want you to know how grateful I am for your support and kindness.<br><br>For the last three years I have chosen words instead of resolutions to apply to my year. In 2016 my word was <strong><em>"experience"</em></strong>. And it was a year I never want to experience again. It was God awful and not quite what I had in mind for the word. Then I decided that I was going to happen to life instead of the other way around. Enough with the drama. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">2017 my word was <strong><em>"Divalicious!"</em></strong> and it was. Delicious in every way. If you would like to know my definition of Divlalicious check out my blog post <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.caylabrooke.com/blog/blog/my-divalicious-year" style="" target="_blank">here</a></span></p>
<h3><span class="font_large">For 2018 my word is <strong><em>"Honour"</em></strong>. </span></h3>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/895ce62bb9544ce61b1eb72f4c8b20b2147d5ac3/original/2018-honour.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />When I was reflecting on my 2017 I felt proud of myself for what I had accomplished. I also realized due to my laser focus on specific goals that other areas of my life had fallen short. It was to be expected and I’m not going to beat myself up for it. I did what I had to do to achieve my goal. But now that I do not have something as momentous as writing and recording an album to do, I can spread my focus. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">During my annual reflection I looked over past planners – seeing what I had done, what I hadn’t. Two things jumped out at me. First, I had accomplished many goals listed in past planners. Wahoo! Pat myself on the back. But there was one theme that had been written in each year. Posted in the monthly reflections. An area that I had fallen short in for the past three years. THREE YEARS! I repeated the same thing over and over and over in one way or another. It stood there glaring at me. Daring me to acknowledge it.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Part of what I now do when I reflect the year is ask myself some questions. One of the questions is “If I could do one thing that would make me proud of myself what would that be?“. <a contents="Plush Red Chair" data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair" target="_blank">Plush Red Chair</a> was my one thing last year. I am so proud of it and all it represents. How can I top that? Awards? They would be lovely. Loads of sales? That would make me happy too. But what would make me proud? Proud of my work. Something that takes effort on my part. My mind went back to my old planners. The one thing that has haunted me for the past three years. My health. Yes. My health. I imagined myself writing a blog at the end of 2018 saying I did it. I have my health back and under control. I feel great. Would that top everything else? Would that feel as good as releasing Plush Red Chair? Yes. Yes it would. I had my one thing. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Then I thought more. I don’t want to drop my dreams. I’ve worked too hard. I would like my health to be my main focus this coming year, but I don't want to lose out on other areas of my life. I have to<em> honour</em> who I am. All of me. And that’s when it hit me. <em>Honour. Honour</em> myself. When I <em>honour</em> myself I <em>honour</em> every aspect of me. My dreams. My relationships. My sense of adventure. My craft. My body.<em> Honour</em>. It’s a great word and its my word for 2018. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ac8f430ca87d095b531974c3eb5537ad31248074/original/vision-board.jpg" class="size_l justify_right border_" />I've heard of <strong>Vision Boards</strong>, but I've never actually put one together. They always seemed out there to me. A little bit Twilight Zone. My thinking has changed over the years. Our thought process has a lot to do with our end result. I'm a firm believer in that now. So, I thought I should make a Vision Board for 2018. I'm not one to purchase a lot of magazines, and then I'd have to buy glue and ... it all seemed too much work. And my Vision Board idea lost its appeal. Then someone suggested Pinterest. What a great idea! Pinterest! I could look for images that spoke to me and my dreams. Put them together in a collage. That's fun. And then have it printed off like a poster. Lord knows I've had enough posters printed. I can handle that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Putting my Vision Board was a big part of discovering my word. <strong>Honour</strong>. I first found the picture of the little girl singing into the hair brush. If ever there was a picture that described me, it is that picture. I am that little girl. Standing on the bed. Singing at the top of my lungs to my imaginary audience. The love of singing. I wrote honour me. Meaning to honour my dream. Who knew it would turn into my theme for the year? I love this Vision Board. My heart gets excited when I look at it. The broad ideas. Nothing too specific. I love that. Adventure. Love. Travel. Health. Singing. Goals. Performance. Abundance. Joy. Time with friends. Family. It's all in there when I look at it. And it's all wrapped up in the word <strong><em>honour</em></strong>.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I can’t wait to see what 2018 has in store. My focus is going to be on my health, but I will choose to <em>honour</em> all aspects of my life. And I hope at the end of 2018 I can write that blog post that says “I did it. I said I would and I did. My health is under control. My career has ….. I had great adventures. I .... My year was truly a year of <em>honouring</em> myself. ” </span></p>
<h2>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</h2>
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<p><span class="font_large">~ Cayla</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">PS: Do you have a word to apply to your year? I’d love to hear it if you do.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/49992022017-12-29T14:22:57-08:002020-03-22T23:36:53-07:00My Divalicious! Year<h2><strong><span class="font_xl">My Divalicious Year </span></strong></h2>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c05a531e81043bd94768a024b27db708f7f2aa9e/original/free.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />I’m the same as you. During this time between Christmas and the birth of a New Year I like to recap. Look things over. What am I proud of? What did I do right? What did I not reach the mark on? I’m a fan of going through my planner and reviewing the good and the bad. The accomplishments and misses. The memories. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This year as I was reflecting I noticed something. I took a look at my 2016 Passion Planner, a particular planner I use and love – but that’s another blog post. To my surprise, when I glanced at my three year goals listed in 2016, I had already accomplished many of them. OK, I still haven’t been to Italy, but I can check off a good percentage of those three year goals. At the end of year two! That made me feel good. I’ve made progress. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I declared 2017 the year to find my Divalicious! To figure out what the heck the word meant to me. I think I finally have. I now realize that Divalicious! is an ongoing goal – something that I will continue reaching for for the rest of my life. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">My definition of this made up word is as follows: </span></p>
<hr><h3><strong><span class="font_xl">di-va-l-icious! </span></strong></h3>
<h4><span class="font_large"><strong>dēvəˈliSHəs</strong> </span></h4>
<p><em><span class="font_large">(adjective) </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em><span class="font_large">“A person at the top of their game in their world, at this particular time of their life, utilizing their circumstances to the fullest. A person who learns from life’s challenges and continues moving forward with the tools at hand.” </span></em></p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large">In other words – being the best version of you at this moment. Doing what you’re supposed to do at this moment. Not being complacent. Moving forward. One small step at a time. Doing the thing that is front of you and no more. In doing this, your life becomes delicious. Flavourful. Full. Divalicious! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I think of the word Diva, Barbra comes to mind. Aretha. People who are at the top of their game in the entertainment world. There will never be another Whitney. There will never be another Barbra. They are unique. The original. There will be copy cats. But no one ever reaches the original. In the same way no one else can be you. Or me. We may not be a Barbra, but we can be the Barbra of our world. We don’t have to settle or become complacent unless that is what we choose to be. Last year I set out to do an album. I did. <a contents="Plush Red Chair" data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair" target="_blank">Plush Red Chair</a>. I am so proud of that album. It took all my focus and energy to bring it about. Other areas of my life suffered for it, but I did what I set out to do and I am proud of myself. It was the best I could do in my circumstances, with my life’s challenges and the tools that I had at hand. It is Divalicious! And in doing that one thing I found a measure of happiness I hadn’t felt before. Putting myself first and following my own dream at times felt selfish, but in reflection it’s not. I have seen the affect following my dream has had on those I love. The inspiration it has caused to reach for their own stars. To move forward and try new things. To not give up when life becomes challenging. To me that is priceless. To end the year feeling proud of myself and what I did is a good feeling I would like to repeat. So yes, Divalicious! is an ongoing project for me. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I spend my time now on figuring my new word for 2018. The word that is going to guide me throughout the year. I like having a word rather than resolutions. Resolutions set you up for failure, but striving to fulfill a word? There are no failures. There may be hits and misses, but if you continue to pursue that word, you’re golden. I have figured out my word. I’m going to tell you in my next blog post. I’m excited. 2018 is going to be another wonderful year! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">May we enjoy a Divalicious! Happy and fulfilling 2018.</span></p>3:56Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/49395582017-11-19T09:09:52-08:002019-08-29T09:20:17-07:00Valerie, Amy Winehouse and Me.<p><span class="font_large">I remember the first time I heard Amy Winehouse. I thought THAT’s IT! That’s my kind of music. Familiar rhythms with a modern edge. A mixture of Jazz and pop. She was a tattooed beauty with sadness in her eyes. A train wreck waiting to happen. She was so hip. So cool. I’m so ordinary by comparison. No drugs. I’m not an alcoholic. The thought of writing a song about going into rehab doesn’t even enter my head. But I loved her music. Her voice. Her vocalizing. Her stylistic choices. When she left us we lost someone special. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I always loved the song Valerie, but I have to admit I have no idea what some of the lyrics mean. It could be that lack of hipness I carry with me every day. Some slang terms that I have no idea the meaning of. Or, the writers wrote words that fit. At any rate – Valerie is one of those songs where the melody and beat carry it. It has a great hook. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I was moonlighting with a 10-piece band last month (Soul Purpose) and learned Valerie for one of the sets. I remembered how much I loved this song. I could never get away with singing a song about going into rehab. But I can sing a song about Valerie. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I decided to pay homage to the lost, but incredibly talented Amy Winehouse. Below is a Samsung Galaxy Video of Valerie. Yes, the Samsung Galaxy Series is back. For now anyways. So check it out below. I hope you enjoy Valerie. Miss you Amy.</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/49289782017-11-11T14:19:03-08:002019-11-18T10:46:23-08:00Small Steps to the Radio<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ce887a35ab61b19315c94a186ea770b69a407bee/large/smallsteps-tothe-radio.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I heard the song Plush Red Chair on the radio this past week. I guess when it comes down to it, it was a bucket list event for me. I was working on my computer. Suddenly I heard something familiar. At first, it didn't register. Then I realized I hadn't put on my album, someone else had. I shouted to my husband. <a data-link-label="Plush Red Chair" data-link-type="page" href="/plush-red-chair"><em>I'm on the radio! I'm on the radio!</em></a> And then, being part of the era that we are, grabbed my smartphone and took a picture. It's not as though my music is playing all across North America or anything. But still, it was a song I had recorded, playing on the radio, over my speakers. I saw my name and the cover of my album and I felt ... odd. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/109edec7f7c12e6cd20d6503e887fbf31b63bb5f/large/20171107-205034.jpg" class="size_l justify_left border_" />I look back over the last few years and I can't believe how much has happened. I can't believe that I recorded a debut album at my, ahem, age. I can't believe that I'm working with the people I work with. I can't believe I was an integral part of writing the songs on the album. And now, granted through hard work, I heard one of my songs on the radio. It was surreal. </p>
<p>I sit here and I'm humbled by it all. How the hell did it happen? I think back to 2013. Early in the year. I had nothing on my calendar. I had very few contacts. I had an idea for a show and that's it. No money. No plan. An idea. It seemed an insurmountable dream. And now here I am four years later. The original idea completed. Full of mishaps and incredible successes. A book full of memories that now sit on the back shelf. I've since moved on to new ideas and aspirations. I have recorded a kick-ass CD. <a data-link-label="Plush Red Chair" data-link-type="page" href="/plush-red-chair">Plush Red Chair</a>. I have Co-written 10 wonderful songs that I cannot believe came from my hand. I'm about to release a Christmas EP. I work with some of the best musicians in Canada. How in the hell did I get here? </p>
<p>I realize I'm not a star. I'm about as far from a star as you can get. But if you had told me in early 2013 this would be happening? I would have laughed. I never thought that I would have the gumption to release an album in my mid-50s. Who is this girl and where did she come from? </p>
<p>I did an interview on the radio last week. Nashville, Tennessee. Oh, how I love their Southern drawl. So smooth and down-home. Like comfort food. The hosts of the show exclaimed it was one of the most memorable interviews they had ever had. The female host, Bonnie, commented on how inspired she felt after the interview. How she had never pursued the one thing she had always wanted to because she felt she was too old. She said she felt so much better even happier, after talking to me. Me! I felt humbled and fulfilled. Satisfied. Happy. I can imagine some may read that statement as my big ego talking. That I have a false sense of humility. Saying, look at me! Look what I did! But you would be wrong. I am humbled by it all.</p>
<hr><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl">“We teach best what we most need to learn.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_regular"> Richard Bach</span></p>
<hr><p>When I started out on this journey my goal was simple. I wanted to sing. That's all I wanted to do. But, I find my journey's road is far more reaching than imagined. I'm not interested in singing a pretty song, simply to sing a pretty song. That's not me. It may have been me in the past but it's not me now. I want to <a data-link-label="Plush Red Chair" data-link-type="page" href="/plush-red-chair">touch people's hearts</a>. To inspire someone to try. To let them know that life isn't over. That we all have a story to tell. We all have our own journey to take. That life is not over because we've reached a certain age. That no matter our past, we have a future. That our journey doesn't have to start big. It can start with a song playing on an internet radio station. Small. But momentous. </p>
<p>My wish for anyone reading this. For those who feel like life has passed them by. Or they don't have enough money to pursue their goal. Or the journey seems too hard. Or the host of other excuses we come up with. Is to take those thoughts and throw them into the sea of forgetfulness. Why? Because they are not true. WE are our biggest obstacle. Sure, society puts little boxes around us, but we're the ones who nail those boxes to the ground. And add a little fence just to make sure we're penned in. </p>
<p>Last year, I had no money for this album. But here I am I have an album that is aching for people to hear it. In 2013 I had no contacts. Here I am. Blessed to work with the people I work with. What if I fail? I've had failures throughout this entire process. I have had performances that were ill attended. I have lost money in some ventures. But I have learned from each of those failures. And I made it through each one unscathed. </p>
<p>Do I know what I'm doing? I have no clue. I have no idea what the future holds for me and my career. I do not know what I will be doing next year. But I know what I'm doing tomorrow. And the next day and the next day after that. I keep taking the small steps that are in front of me. <strong>That is the secret,</strong> my friend. <strong>To start</strong>. And then to keep going. Whatever is in front of you.</p>
<p>So. What is your dream? What is in front of you?</p>
<p>If you would like to download a copy of Plush Red Chair - you can by clicking here <a data-link-label="Plush Red Chair" data-link-type="page" href="/plush-red-chair">PLUSH RED CHAIR</a></p>
<p>~ Cayla</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/49148702017-11-01T09:05:33-07:002017-11-01T09:05:33-07:005 Simple Steps to Find Happy in the Dark<p><span class="font_large"><strong>5 Simple Steps to Find Happy in the Dark that is November, December, January ….. </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It's November 1st. Although today is sunny. I'm looking at fall foliage. I know what's in store. It isn't bright. I don’t know about you but I can suffer from the winter blues. As a </span><span class="font_large">child</span><span class="font_large">, I used to love when the clocks fell back. It meant an extra hour of sleep which was of particular importance to me. Today as an adult I know it means </span><span class="font_large">4 pm</span><span class="font_large"> darkness. No more evening walks. Living in the dark. Not seeing the light of day for weeks on end. My word. I get depressed even typing that paragraph. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There are a few things that I’ve done over the years to help combat the winter blues, that seem to have worked. This year I’m prepared – I’m ready to tackle the winter blues. Here’s my personal arsenal. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">1. <strong>Sunshine light bulbs</strong>. These things help. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/715de994ea095f06a6f3f22894fe081557153fc1/medium/lightbulb-hr-nat.jpg?1509550671" class="size_m justify_right border_" />We replaced most of the light bulbs in our home with them. I thought it was a crazy idea at first, but they work. Some are obnoxious so you need to shop around but they can lighten your mood. I find the Phillips Brand here in Canada to be the best for me. Phillips has a wake-up alarm system that simulates the sunrise and </span><span class="font_large">sunset</span><span class="font_large">. It helps you get up in the morning and fall asleep at night naturally. Technology is </span><span class="font_large">amazing</span><span class="font_large">, isn’t it? It’s a little pricey, but it’s something I’m going to look into. Link here if you’re interested. <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://a.co/38HdPRS">WAKE-UP</a>. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">2. <strong>Vitamin D</strong>. I’m terrible with vitamins. I have loads of them in a basket and go through spurts where I take them religiously. Then at some </span><span class="font_large">point</span><span class="font_large">, I feel like an organ transplant recipient. I resent </span><span class="font_large">a number of</span><span class="font_large"> pills I’m taking each day and stop. But there are three pills which seem like give ins to me. </span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">A good quality daily vitamin. </span></li> <li>
<span class="font_large">Some Omega Three that </span><span class="font_large">doesn't</span><span class="font_large"> cause fishy burps. Fishy burps are nasty. They're like having a </span><span class="font_large">fish-gutting</span><span class="font_large"> factory prop up your mouth. </span>
</li> <li><span class="font_large">Some Vitamin D. So many of us on the Northern Hemisphere are deficient in Vitamin D. Vitamin D is important not only for mood. It is a preventative vitamin against many diseases including Cancer. It’s a great vitamin to have in your daily arsenal. </span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/f21d38b58c60a8d5f124b5a9caabde988315624d/medium/index.jpg?1509550790" class="size_m justify_left border_" />3. <strong>Get out for a daily walk</strong>. With such a short amount of daylight hours finding time in my </span><span class="font_large">work week</span><span class="font_large"> to get outside for a walk isn’t easy. I have to make it a priority. When it’s </span>raining <span class="font_large">and raining and raining. When I see animals walking in pairs to some destination … it all seems so pointless. But if it’s a nice day – I make the effort to get outside for thirty minutes. Last year I remember putting on my </span><span class="font_large">snowshoes</span><span class="font_large"> and heading out for walks in my neighbourhood. It was wonderful. I remember the feeling now a year later. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">4. <strong>Having purpose</strong>. OK, so all the other stuff I’ve mentioned is typical. Scientific. But for me, having a purpose, something to do. A goal. Something to look forward </span>to <span class="font_large">has an </span><span class="font_large">immense</span><span class="font_large"> impact. Last year I was working towards <a data-link-label="Plush Red Chair" data-link-type="page" href="/plush-red-chair">PLUSH RED CHAIR</a>. I had deadlines for grants. I was recording. I was working towards a goal. That pursuit of a big goal was invigorating. I’m not sure what my goal will be this year, but I will be sure to have one. It won’t be as big as putting out an album. But I’m going to give myself something to work towards. An inspiring and creative goal with deadlines. It will keep me busy with something to focus on besides the lack of sunlight. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">5. <strong>Music</strong>. Fill the house with music. Music soothes the savage beast and energizes the gloomy. Music is magical. Music is the secret sauce that spices up your winter. Here’s what you do – </span></p>
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<span class="font_large"><strong>Put on some music in the morning to energize you</strong>. Whatever cranks your mood. Oldies. Summer hits. I love Latin music. Cuban music. It lightens my mood instantly. And for goodness sake sing along! It doesn’t matter if you can’t hold a tune. (or </span><span class="font_large">sing</span><span class="font_large"> the language in my case) This is your stage. Own it. Everyone should sing. </span><span class="font_large">EV-ERY</span><span class="font_large">-ONE! Every day. It’s amazing what it does for your well being. I’m going to repeat IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU THINK YOU CAN'T SING</span><span class="font_large">. Sing. Sing at the top of your lungs while you’re making your breakfast if you can. Sing in the shower. Sing a love song to your spouse. Sing with your children. Sing a bit while out on your walk. Just sing. </span>
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<span class="font_large"><strong><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/1be463c91ab7423c553c488f1846dac08d6009ac/large/dancing-family-portrait792d18.jpg?1509551740" class="size_l justify_left border_" />Dance along. </strong>OK. I am not a great dancer. I would have loved to have been a great dancer. But I am not. Meh. You can’t have everything. You know what I realized a few years back? It doesn’t matter. Dancing is as natural to us as singing. We all may not deserve to be on Broadway. So what? Who cares? Dance anyway. Do you ever notice a little child? A child that is 18 months old? What do they do when some good music comes on? They start to bounce to the music. They may make sounds to simulate singing. It’s natural. </span><span class="font_large">It's</span><span class="font_large"> only when we get older that we put these limitations on ourselves that we have to be good at it. STOP IT! Dance. Wiggle away at the stove. Grab your partner and twirl them around. Dance with your children. Grandchildren. Put some fun in your morning and in your home. Let the music move you both physically and emotionally. It’s a scientific fact that singing and dancing is good for you – but we don’t need a case study. Do it once and you’ll know. And whatever you do, don’t let what other people say stop you. Your job is to be so infectious that you bring them over to the bright side. Mwa ha ha. </span>
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<span class="font_large"><strong>On the commute to work put on some more musi</strong>c and if you can do some more singing. I have the perfect CD for you. <a data-link-label="Plush Red Chair" data-link-type="page" href="/plush-red-chair">PLUSH RED CHAIR </a>is a great sing-along CD. Shameless plug. But it is my blog. </span>?<span class="font_large"> </span>
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<span class="font_large">Finally at home in the evening, turn off the TV (after Scandal).<strong> Put on some music that soothes.</strong> Music that feeds your soul. For me its some jazz. For </span><span class="font_large">you</span><span class="font_large">, it may be something different. OR, if you play an instrument like the piano or guitar. Play. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e5cb39b65e96b31966d4660e789a99a548f313e8/medium/060209family2-5369023-ver1-0-640-480.jpg?1509552162" class="size_m justify_right border_" />I’m not the best guitar player. I’m still learning and always will be. But when I pull the guitar out in the evening and play, I don’t have to worry about waking the neighbours. I notice the animals in the house </span><span class="font_large">relaxing</span><span class="font_large">. I calm. My husband falls asleep on the couch – actually he fell asleep during Scandal and sort of stayed there. Its as though the house settles. It's not because I’m stellar, trust me. It’s music. Music is powerful. </span>
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<p><span class="font_large">So there you have it. <strong>5 simple steps to help you get through the darkness that is November, December, January and February.</strong> I hope it helps you lighten the dark.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/48710422017-09-29T15:06:17-07:002017-09-29T15:06:17-07:00IT WAS MAGICAL. IT WAS MOMENTOUS. IT WAS MINE.<p><strong><span class="font_xl">IT WAS MAGICAL. IT WAS MOMENTOUS. IT WAS MINE.</span></strong></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have wanted to record an album for a very long time. It was a dream of mine that was right up there with winning the lotto. Unattainable. You see I didn't just want to sing in someone's basement and put out some songs. I wanted it to be good. Really good. I wanted it to be able to stand tall in someone's home collection of music. It was a tall order. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Last year I said, I'm going to record and album and started writing the songs for it. I approached my friend and amazing musician Bill Sample and he kindly agreed to co-write with me. I had no money. I had no songs. I had no idea what to do. But I was going to do an album.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Near the end of 2016 I heard of some grant money from the BC Government. I had applied for other funding and nothing had gone through. But the BC Government was different. They were giving it away to applicants. Put together your budget, who you were working with, the studio you would use, the engineer etc. There was a deadline. I had to make a choice. So I bit the bullet. No money. A few songs. Fabulous musician friends. And a goal. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Mark 9 months later (the birth of an album) and voila! Here is Plush Red Chair. I am still amazed actually that it's here. And here's the thing. It's really good. Plush Red Chair can stand tall in someone's home collection of music. It's everything that I dreamed it would be and more. And I'm awed by the whole thing. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Last Friday Plush Red Chair was released officially. I had a concert with the band to celebrate. What an evening. It's hard to express what the evening felt like. I was understandably stressed - what if people hated it? What if no one showed up? What if I failed? But I tried to let that all go and enjoy the moments. I felt at times like I was floating. Looking at it all from the outside. Could this actually be happening?</span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c22be7abbede92aa2f520c169a2cce2194796f37/large/cd-release-concert-sep-22-2017.png?1506720974" class="size_l justify_left border_" /><span class="font_large">I had a pretty new dress (these pictures really don't do it justice) and some sparkly shoes. I felt Divalicious and ready to go.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The audience was alive with chatter. I could hear them from behind the stage. That's always a good sign. It usually means they're lively ... and they were.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The band came out first and then I followed. Applause. A good start. We performed Divalicious! and were off and running.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The band was fantastic. The background singers added such zest to the songs. We got to the song "It's Over." Such a great song to sing. The rapport with the audience was wonderful. We fed off each other. They loved it. We responded in kind. We were on fire. Andreas' guitar solo was epic. It was electric. I sang 'the note' - the crowd cheered. I felt like I was on America's Got Talent. More guitar solo. Bill's off his piano bench. Buff and Rene are rocking! Holy crow! The song ends and standing ovation! Boom! Cheers! Wow. Each song seems to rise above the next. Tom Pickett was my guest soloist and sang the duet Fool with me. We played off of each other. A couple in trouble. Each one a fool, but for different reasons. It was magic and Tom was amazing. You Didn't Break Me hit home to a number of people in the audience. There were tears. There was passion. There was hope. Another standing ovation. I began to tear up. The evening was turning out to be more than I even dreamed. It was perfect. We ended the evening with the crowd favourite Folsom Prison. Each member of the band playing a solo. The audience clapping along. I look to the back, two young guys are dancing having a great time. An older woman in her 80's is up on her feet clapping. Everyone was smiling. Another long standing ovation. Encore. Encore. I'm out of album. What to do? Out comes a cover tune. We sing a couple more tunes and end with a reprise of Divalicious! Everyone is on their feet and grooving to the music. More cheers and the evening is over.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">After the concert was over I went out to talk to those who had attended. Sign CD's. Listen to their kind words of appreciation and congratulations. It was a magical evening indeed. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I don't know what the future holds, but I have that moment and it sits in my memory bank. I had a goal, and although it took me decades to make it happen. It happened. It was and is everything I wanted it to be. Now to just get it out there so other people can hear it.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">You can download a copy of Plush Red Chair by clicking <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/527180/plush-red-chair" style="" target="_blank">here.</a></span> <span class="font_large">For a limited time I am giving away an eBook of the Lyrics and Stories Behind the music. It is a 34 page booklet telling the stories, behind the scenes and inspiration behind the music of Plush Red Chair. You can have it for free by downloading the album. It's an interesting read. I highly recommend it.</span></p>
<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/48642702017-09-25T10:33:06-07:002020-06-26T18:28:40-07:00Freedom Belongs to You and Me. Yes Indeed!<p><span class="font_xl">Freedom Belongs to You and Me. Yes Indeed!</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I had planned on writing a blog about my CD release concerts, but with all that happened this past weekend in the world, I felt compelled to write on a different subject.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As a musician you don't want to alienate fans. Especially when you're an independent musician with a small but growing fan base. At the same time, I am who I am and have strong opinions. As we all should.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I wrote the lyrics to "<a contents="Freedom" data-link-label="Store" data-link-type="page" href="/store" target="_blank">Freedom</a>" it was in response to what was going on in the world at that time (early 2016). It seems even more appropriate today. We don't all have to agree on everything. My whole album is about being who you are and celebrating it. We don't have to fit into what society says is the norm. BUT, at the same time we all deserve freedom. No matter which side of the fence we sit on politically, I would hope that the one thing we can agree on is that we all deserve Freedom. No matter our colour. No matter our sex. No matter our race. No matter our religion. No matter who we love. No matter if we take a knee. It is our right as human beings. Or should be. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I am fortunate enough to live in a country where free speech abounds. I never want to lose it. I also live in a country where hate speech is against the law. I am glad for that too. I'm am thankful that we can discuss openly our opinions but should stop when it turns to hate. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There are countries where freedom of speech is not allowed. There are countries where freedom in general is buried. Women's rights in particular are squelched. There are countries where gays are killed for being who they are. There are countries where religion of any kind is banned. Others where only one religion is allowed. And then there are countries who have enjoyed freedom in a sense for years that are now trying to take away the freedom and rights of others. It's difficult to watch. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The song Freedom is an anthem of sorts. It's not a song that begs for freedom, but rather a song that simply states it's ours.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As a free, white woman who is rather privileged it would be easy for me to say what is the problem? But the fact is that it is time for all of us to stand up for freedom. We may not personally be affected by what is going on right now, but it is time for us to rise up. We need to stand up. We need to speak up. Speak up for Freedom. Because Freedom Belongs to You and Me. Yes indeed. The song Freedom is below and it can be purchased on my site at the store.</span></p>
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<p>Lyrics -</p>
<p>VS 1 </p>
<p>It doesn't matter the colour of your skin </p>
<p>Nor the size of clothes that you fit in. </p>
<p>Have lots of money. Not a penny to your name </p>
<p>We all have a heart and they all beat the same </p>
<p>CHORUS </p>
<p>Freedom. Freedom belongs to you and me. </p>
<p>Yes indeed. </p>
<p>Freedom. Freedom belongs to you and me. </p>
<p>VS 2 </p>
<p>Believe in God. Religion be your life. </p>
<p>Don’t let it be the source of another man's strife. </p>
<p>We're all God's children if you listen to the man above. </p>
<p>The only thing he asked you is fill the world with love. </p>
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<p>BRIDGE </p>
<p>STAND. Stand together. </p>
<p>STAND. All together </p>
<p>STAND. With your brother </p>
<p>Love will set us free (if we) </p>
<p>STAND. Stand together. </p>
<p>STAND. All together. </p>
<p>STAND. With your sister </p>
<p>Love will set us free (if we) </p>
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<p>VS 3 </p>
<p>We all are different. Yet we all are the same. </p>
<p>We all want love and we all feel pain. </p>
<p>When we stick together at the same time let it be </p>
<p>We’ll be united and then we’ll all be free</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/48519982017-09-15T10:32:47-07:002017-09-15T11:10:27-07:00It's a Divalicious Kind of Day<p><span class="font_large">Yesterday was a big day for me. I received a small shipment of CD's. They arrived in time for a small house concert I'm having tonight in my hood. Damn it looks good. Thank you to you, my fans, for helping me with the cover design. I'm rather proud of myself. The design of the CD itself is good! I may have missed my calling.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><a contents="" data-link-label="Store" data-link-type="page" href="/store" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/d9a93f36eaade40c094405989ea010d6cce1ac64/medium/21743540-10154671723271933-283454589542581686-o.jpg?1505495320" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></a>So tonight is the night I get to sing the music from my album before friends and neighbours. I will be singing some of the music for the very first time. It should be interesting. A 4 piece band inside a house. It will be special and our guests are in for a treat.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I had a special moment earlier this week that I want to share with you. It was one of those aha moments you hear about. You see, tickets for my <a contents="CD release concert" data-link-label="Shows" data-link-type="page" href="/shows" target="_blank">CD release concert</a> on the 22nd haven't been selling that well. I've been worried. I was talked into a larger venue in an area where I haven't sung a lot and am relatively unknown. My gut said to sing closer to home, but, like I said, I got talked into it. So now I am paying the piper. Honestly, I'm a bit bummed out about it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Anyway, back to my aha moment. I was driving to the post office to pick up my mail. I turned to park in a stall and saw a man standing in the middle of the stall taking a picture of the car in the next stall. Naturally I looked over and saw it was a shiny, black Ford Mustang Convertible. Nice. I sat there patiently while he took a long time to focus his iPhone? Then I realized he was filming. Ok, I looked again. There was a woman in the driver's seat. She was bald. The man noticed I was waiting and quickly got out of the way. I pulled in and proceeded to get my mail. While I'm thumbing through bills I'm thinking. She obviously has cancer. Perhaps breast cancer. Is the prognosis good? They've bought a new car. The car she's always wanted. A black Ford Mustang. They're living life to the fullest. Taking the final road trips. Bucket list items. Prognosis, perhaps not so good. Sad.<br><br>I'm now heading back to my car, feeling a little sad. I see the couple. They are both beaming. The glare from the teeth alone is mind boggling. They are smiling from ear to ear. He clearly adores her. He's now filming her from the passenger seat. Her smile is infectious. They are enjoying each other's company immensely. It's beautiful to watch. I miss that feeling. Music blares. They both laugh and suddenly I have the urge to give them a CD, but I don't have one. They haven't arrived yet by courier. The couple are clearly on a road trip to Whistler and have put on the tunes for the ride. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It was at that moment that everything came into alignment for me. Like a bank vault's locks and measures slotting in place. That woman would switch placed with me in a heartbeat to have my petty problems. What am I feeling sorry for? So what if there are only a few people in the audience. They are people who support me and my music. What is it I want to do? Sing to the multitudes or simply sing? I just want to sing! I want to share my music and my story. That's it. It's like receiving a diamond ring and thinking its not big enough. I've been given a precious gift and I've let one thing take away my joy. But no more. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is a three year old little girl inside of me that has waited a lifetime for this moment. I'm not going to take away her glee because of an adult's ego. No way. I'm going to enjoy every moment of today and the next couple of weeks. So, I'm back to finding my Divalicious!</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, just for you and a reminder to me - Here is Divalcious!</span></p>
<p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nsHDNocYpmA" width="560"></iframe></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/48464202017-09-11T21:42:51-07:002017-09-11T21:42:51-07:00Who Loves Ya Baby?<p><span class="font_large">I love love. I think one of the most wonderful things that can happen to you during your life time is to fall head over heels in love with someone. The euphoria that is attached to it. The walking on air. The constant butterflies. The perpetual smile. All the little things that would normally drive you crazy seem 'so cute'. Yeah. I love love.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Unfortunately that feeling doesn't last forever. It's impossible to sustain. Real life settles in. And 'so cute' isn't so cute anymore. But that doesn't mean love ends. No it's just beginning. There is something wonderful about knowing someone. Really knowing someone. The good and the bad. The tears and the laughter. Finishing sentences. Comfortable silence. A knowing look. A walk linking their pinky to yours. Laughing at their dumb jokes. Your jokes are of course brilliant. We know that. The first person you call when something good happens. The first person you run to when something bad happens. The holder of your secrets. The keeper of your heart. The person you are the most vulnerable with. The person who can hurt you the most. And sometimes they do. Love.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I wrote the lyrics to Old Fashioned Love I was thinking of my husband's and my relationship at the time. I wanted to write a happy song. A love song. A new love song. There are many songs about love. Because there are many types and levels of love. This song is about my love. I hope you like it.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">You can get a free download of OLD FASHIONED LOVE (which is on my new album PLUSH RED CHAIR - release date Sep 22nd) Oh my that is just around the corner!</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If you would like a free download of it I'd love to send it to you. <a contents="Click here" data-link-label="Download" data-link-type="page" href="/download" style="" target="_blank">Click here</a></span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/48355612017-09-02T10:15:45-07:002017-09-02T12:02:28-07:00They listened and didn't run for the exit sign!<p><span class="font_large">I'm in the final throws. I'm about to realize a dream that I have held since I was three years old. There is something very surreal about that. Part of me wants to sit and soak it in, the other part of me knows that I can't. The work is only beginning. But this morning, with my coffee, comfy in my housecoat. The cat purring on the chair. A new day fresh off the assembly line. I'll stop and notice.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Last night we had a listening party. A group of friends and neighbours who didn't have long weekend plans came by the house. They are the first to hear Plush Red Chair in it's finished state. I was nervous. I didn't realize i was nervous. But I was nervous. What if they didn't like it? What if they did a polite clap? What if they </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b52e0480454c158b4b313192ea1fbd2d634cc990/large/21246273-1634593809897673-5041266531751657637-o.jpg?1504368032" class="size_l justify_left border_none" alt="" />looked at me at the end of it all and said the dreaded, "It was good."? I was nervous. Before we started. I took a picture of everyone. Here it is. I said a little bit thanking them for their generosity - the people here pledged above and beyond - and then I pressed play.</span></p>
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<ul> <li><span class="font_large">First song. Big clap. That's fantastic.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Second song. Where's the tissue?</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Third song. Big smiles. So good.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Fourth Song. Oh my God!</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Fifth song. More tissues. That was so beautiful.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Sixth song. Wow</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Seventh Song. I LOVE THIS SONG!</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Eight Song. Rock on!</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Ninth Song. What a great song!</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Tenth Song. Ha! Love it!</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Eleventh song - Big clap. And hugs all around.</span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">I felt like Sally Fields - <em>They like me. They really like me</em>. My friend Donna, the gorgeous woman 2nd row middle, has known me since I was a kid. We went to school together. Before we started I said to her I'm really proud of this album. I hope you like it. She said to me 'You never say that. It has to be good!" And that's when I realized I don't say things like that. Ever. But I am very proud of Plush Red Chair. Oh there are things that if I had the money I would change. But they're not things that keep me up at night. Its a good album. It may not be everyone's cup of tea. But it's my cup of tea. And I like a good cup of tea.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The CD is now in manufacturing. There is no going back. They are supposed to arrive just before the release on the 22nd. So now its getting the word out. Setting everything up. Preparing for my two concerts. And enjoying the ride.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I have two concerts coming up that you may be interested in, if you live in my area. The first is an exclusive house concert (there are very few tickets available for this one) in Lions Bay, BC. September 15th, 8:00 pm $25 It will be me and the four piece band singing most of the songs from the album and a few choice tunes for fun. Intimate. Lovely. Probably loud. :-) Click to get <a contents="tickets" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://caylabrooke.com/event/1963639/454731125/cayla-brooke-house-concert" style="" target="_blank">tickets</a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The second is the official CD Release concert. September 22nd, Vancouver, BC 7:30pm $30 This is going to be a great concert. The 4 piece band. Back up singers. Special guests. I even bought a new dress for the occasion. I'd love for you to be there and cheer us on. You can purchase tickets <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://caylabrooke.com/event/1961792/428744498/plush-red-chair-cd-release-concert" target="_blank">here</a></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Plush Red Chair is coming. September 22nd. Come along for the ride.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/48132862017-08-14T00:47:34-07:002017-08-14T00:47:34-07:00Hurry Up and Wait ... on the sofa.<p><span class="font_large">I heard in the movie industry there is a lot of 'hurry up and wait' while on set. I can attest that it is the same when it comes to putting out an album. Not that I'm complaining. I have so many details to take care of, new things to learn, forms to fill out - I am happy for the extra time. But it does take a long time to happen. Its been fun though. I've done things I never thought I would do. Why I've ..</span></p>
<ul> <li><span class="font_large">Had a successful Fundraising Campaign (thank you for <a contents="pre-ordering" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/caylabrooke" target="_blank">pre-ordering</a>)</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Designed two styles of T-Shirts</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Wrote a small book of stories</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Designed said book and an E-Book and will self publish it</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Designed a CD Cover</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Learned about copyright and distribution</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">Learning about online marketing and marketing campaigns</span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">When I signed up for the distribution I had a flutter of excitement. It's really happening. In less than six weeks time I will officially be a recording artist. Albeit unsigned, but recording artist none-the-less. Well ain't that something! It only took me </span><span class="font_regular"><em>(cough, cough, sputter, sputter)</em></span><span class="font_large"> decades.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've had some surreal moments during this process. I've learned a lot. I know what I'd do the same, and what I'd do differently for the next recording. And I already know what the next recording is going to be. I've learned to trust my instincts and to speak up more.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've been listening to a rough mix of Plush Red Chair and I really like it. Is that egotistical? It's Adult Alternative, Jazz Rock goodness. I love it! It's an album I would like to have in my own repertoire. It's an album I would and do sing along to. I already know all of the words which helps. :-) I'm really proud of it. But it's more than that. I think its special. It could be because the whole process is like giving birth and Plush Red Chair is my first born so-to-speak. Every mom thinks their child is special. I can say this for sure, it's an album that has come from the heart and has a lot of it. I really do hope you like it.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So by the end of this month I've been promised by my engineer the mixing and mastering will be done. Then it's off to the printers. Then we ship the pre-orders and other merchandise. We have a Pre-Release<a contents=" house concert" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://caylabrooke.com/event/1963639/429208553/cayla-brooke-house-concert" target="_blank"> house concert</a> Sep 15th. Then we have the <a contents="official release concert" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://caylabrooke.com/event/1961792/428744498/plush-red-chair-cd-release-concert" target="_blank">official release concert</a> Sep 22nd. I'm hoping the online sales (iTunes etc.) will be up and running at the same time as the release, but we're not sure. Which is a shame. One of the lessons I learned on the way. </span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/8c1f8af3066aa7aef4e641ba6f9d8b53c3db9a2e/medium/img-8352-2.jpg?1502694577" class="size_m justify_left border_" /><span class="font_large">Anyway, one of the next things for me to purchase is going to be a plush red chair - I mean that only makes sense - and it will be used in the theatre version of the concerts. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I don't have the funds for that right now though, but I've found one on line which is half the battle. I really wanted a picture of a red chair on the album cover somewhere though. It seems really silly not to have one doesn't it? Then I remembered one of my neighbours has a big red couch. (They make a Christmas card every year with it in a different location) So, I asked my daughter and son-in-law if they wouldn't mind taking a picture or 50 of me. We walked to the neighbour's house. Asked for his couch and carried it onto the beach. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do right?</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Besides, it's kinda fun to credit my daughter and son-in-law for the photographs on my album. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">And you can pre-order Plush Red Sofa er I mean Plush Red Chair right <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/caylabrooke" target="_blank">here</a>. Six weeks and counting .....</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_xl">I declared 2017 to be my journey to Divalicious!<strong> </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I should explain that to me the word Divalicious means being who you are supposed to be. Respecting who you are at this moment. Experiencing life and not hiding from it. Living outside the boxes and limitations that society and we ourselves put around us. Vivacious, Divalicious! living. I haven’t lived a Divilicious! life. My goal is to find it and keep it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Now, back to my journey. I’m ½ way through my year and it has been quite a year at that. But how am I doing in the Divalicious! Department? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There have been gains (literally and figuratively) and losses – but I’m making headway. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As you may or may not be aware, I’m recording my debut album, Plush Red Chair. That’s pretty Divalicious! for a gal my age. I’ve worked hard to get to this point. I’ve had to overcome my own fears and limitations. I’ve had to push aside the naysayers, both verbal and internal. I’ve forged ahead with my dream and keep it in sight. I’m trying very hard to not limit myself, but be open and free. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I wrote the lyrics to a song called Divalicious! An anthem of sorts for women and men (Divolicious!). An avenue for us to declare our place in this world. To know our value despite which decade we’re in. Or how much we weigh …. Lord. That’s a biggy for me. Pun intended. I’ve always been a curvy girl, but I’ve never been you know … big. But in the last year the weight has piled on me. There are a few reasons. I had an operation which changed my hormonal balance completely. It limited movement for over a month. Then I had and still do have issues with my feet. Plantar fasciitis. Lord have mercy that hurts. I was recently diagnosed with pre-diabetes and will find out next week whether it is now diabetes. My thyroid needs an oil change. I’ve dealt with stress. Loads of it. Death. Incredible hurt, spousal cancer, major operation and recording an album. All in eighteen months. All that to say – here I am at the largest I have ever been in my entire life singing a song about being Divalicious! Are you kidding me? Is the universe laughing at me? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">And then I realized how appropriate it was. It’s easy to say I’m all that! when I’m curvy and in shape. But to embrace and enjoy who I am right now at this moment? That is an epic opportunity to practice what I preach or label myself a hypocrite. I choose the former. Lucky me! I get to practice what I preach on my debut album – to the world – or anyone who cares to listen. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">To be honest, the past month I’ve been struggling over it. The way I look. I’m not used to it. I’ve cried over it. I’ve said Why? Why now? Last week I recorded the song Divalicious! in the studio. I had to give myself a pep talk before I sang it. It’s a great song by the way. Then, this weekend, I sang the song for the first time in public – I had to embrace and love who I was at that moment. I did. Or tried to. I'm not perfect. Even singing the words helped. Being Divalicious! isn't always easy, but it's worth it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When you're in the public eye you set yourself up to be mocked and ridiculed. I remember the sting of receiving an email from a concert goer a while back. It still hurts. She told me that my knees were fat and that I should cover them up. I know now this was the beginning of the inflammation I’ve been dealing with. The blood sugar issues – but at the time, the comment stung. I wore pants for a long time after that. I have been told my whole life I had beautiful Mitzi Gaynor type legs and one email caused me to cover them up. But not this past weekend. I put on my pretty red and white dress. I put on my red lipstick. I went out and sang Divalicous! And All About that Bass. I smiled. I felt good. I embraced who I am. Right now. At this moment. And I showed my knees. They looked good. I looked good. As a matter of fact – I looked Divalicious! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/25228b5bae4e6440d784d984c5710433503c33e1/medium/19488811-1572042539486134-6455730241013285095-o.jpg?1499117121" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Do I want to be this way for the rest of my life? No I don’t. I’d like to be able to pinpoint what is going on and then deal with it. But until then, I am me. And if it is something that I am unable to change then, so be it. I’m not suddenly hideous because I carry extra pounds. I’m not suddenly unworthy of love from me or others. I’m still recording a kick ass album with kick ass musicians. Bill and I have written some kick ass songs. I’ve still accomplished more than some dare to dream at my age. I’m still moving forward. I’m still Divalicious! on occasion anyway … I know I'm still journeying towards it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I guess if I had advice for anyone – at any age, whether young or more experienced. It would be to let go of the limitations we put on ourselves. If I were to die tomorrow, the weight of me in my coffin would not be my top priority. I’d more than likely regret all the years spent worrying about how I looked to others or how others thought of me. I'd regret not enjoying life's precious moments. I'd regret not pursuing my dream. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">We all have an inner Divalicious or Divolicious. Its that thing that makes us unique. You. Me. For me – it’s performing and, perhaps, telling my story. For you it could be writing a book. Or taking up painting. Or becoming a chef. Or accepting the way you are right now. Or realizing that it isn’t over because you turned 30, or 40, or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My motto is this – unless you’re boots up it ain’t over … or until the fat lady sings … whichever you choose.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cheers,</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cayla</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">PS - If you would like to pre-order Plush Red Chair so you can hear Divalicious! for yourself. Or maybe you'd like a Divalicious! T-Shirt. You can do so by clicking <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/caylabrooke" target="_blank">here</a>. </span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/47471342017-06-16T10:59:11-07:002017-06-16T11:16:29-07:00I'm excited. I'm allowed to be. Right?<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6d229b49ce58ccef9e9a0c493004515d5f24bf04/large/excited-1.png?1497636955" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />This past week I've been in the studio recording my debut CD Plush Red Chair. We've had some great moments and I've enjoyed them all. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">You see, I made a pact with myself that I was going to openly and freely enjoy every moment of this process. I've waited a long time to get here. I'm working with people who have been recording albums most of their life, and I have them stop and pose for selfies. Film them. Share my enthusiasm. Do I come off as being silly? I may. Do I care? Not one iota. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've been singing my entire life (except for a short span). I've been in the recording studio many times. But this is different. This is a life long dream unfolding right before my eyes. This is my time. My moment. And I intend on enjoying every second of it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is a song on the album "You Didn't Break Me" which is very personal. One song that tells more about me than any other on the album. I share a very personal side of me within the lyrics. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Anyway, the lyric is about surviving. About not letting life or people stop you from living your life as you should. Life can throw you some severe blows. Its our choice whether we let it break us or not. When Bill and I first put this song together I sobbed. I couldn't sing it. Bill shook for days. Its a very powerful song. Yesterday, Keith Bennett played some haunting harmonica sounds for it. I sat there in the studio listening to my scratch vocals for the first time. It was surreal. The words flowed from the speakers "You didn't break me." and here I was doing the one thing that I am supposed to do that had been withheld from me for so long. My eyes welled up. Bill looked over at me. At first he looked puzzled and then it dawned on him. He came over and gave me a healing producer's hug. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It is for this reason that I take selfies. It is for this reason that I am childlike with my enthusiasm toward the recording. It is for this reason that I grin from ear to ear. You see, there is a three year old little girl in me who's dream is coming true before her eyes. There is an abused child who has found her way. There is a confused teenager who's dream that seemed so far lost is now a reality. There's an alone young woman. A young woman abandoned and confused. A young woman who wondered what she'd done wrong. A young woman who picked herself up by the bootstraps to find herself sitting in a recording studio. Surrounded by cream of the crop musicians from Vancouver. Giving voice to moments of her life. There's a middle aged woman who thought her time was past and her dream was gone forever. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, I may look unrefined. Don't care. It may look unprofessional. Don't care. It took me a long time to get here and I'm excited and I'm allowed to be. Right? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Join me. Let's go make an album.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If you would like to <a contents="PRE-ORDER PLUSH RED CHAIR" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/caylabrooke" style="" target="_blank">PRE-ORDER PLUSH RED CHAIR</a> I would love that! In doing so you help me pay for the Cream of the Crop that is surrounding me in the studio. The same link will take you to behind the scenes video of the past few days in the studio.</span></p>
<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/47192412017-05-23T09:48:14-07:002017-05-23T09:52:48-07:00Goals are Dreams with a Deadline<p><span class="font_large">When you've waited for something for a long, long time. When you've hoped, and worked hard and things start to fall into place. It's a beautiful thing. Goals within reach taste very sweet. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is so much going on at the moment I have to remind myself to enjoy those moments and not let them slide by. I will never record a debut album again. It only happens once - so notice it Cayla! I'm trying. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">For those of you who have been following me for a while, it's been a long time coming but it's finally happening... no more talk. The real deal!</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As of this past Sunday, Bill and I completed the songwriting for the album. We have 10 wonderful songs. We've covered jazz/blues, Motown and ballads and a few genres that fall between. It's exciting to see the charts come via email. Another step along this winding journey. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There's more to do - we need to polish the songs. Work on the arrangements. Tighten up the lyrics. But the foundation is there and its a good foundation. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In the first week of June I'll be heading into the studio to do a demo recording of the duet we wrote called "Fool". We're sending it to a potential duet partner and the hope is to make a big announcement soon about that. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The album artwork is in the works. That's another fabulous announcement. But it will more than likely have to wait until mid July, but still - I'm excited. I hate secrets. But there's the whole cart before the horse thing. So quiet I remain. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">June 12th Recording for Plush Red Chair begins. The real deal. I had a moment even typing that phrase. The reality of it all. It's actually going to happen. My eyes are welling up. I'm such a sap. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I can remember a few short weeks ago being afraid to sign a contract. Not knowing what the future would hold and how I would be able to record an album of this size. I had a grant that covered 35% of my budget and that's it. I've been able to secure another 35% - so now I have 70% covered. What I thought was impossible now seems possible. I still need 30% more funding, but somehow I'm not panicking anymore.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ee158e1c93d299427d0ead540d9d4ce48c700b7f/medium/18671794-1527471547276567-6585184348365345000-o.jpg?1495556210" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="" />Out of the blue I received a card from some lovely friends my husband and I have worked with in the past. A beautiful card with $100 cash sitting in it for me to use towards Plush Red Chair. They wanted to help. I can't tell you how grateful I was and am to them. It's the kind of gesture that fills someone like me with hope. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There are people out there who are willing to help. Even supposed to help. Small gestures. Large gestures. They all matter and all add up. Together they will help to make this girl's lifetime dream come to fruition. How do you say thank you to that? You record a killer CD, that's what you do. And I plan on doing just that.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><em>PS - If you would like to help towards the recording of Plush Red Chair and be an integral part of making it happen you can do that by clicking <a contents="here" data-link-label="Home" data-link-type="page" href="/home" target="_blank">here</a> and simply scrolling down to the "Donate" button. Thank you!</em></span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/46989482017-05-05T23:25:16-07:002017-05-06T23:14:02-07:00A Moment for Me ... The Moment for You.<p><span class="font_large">Life is full of moments. Moments of quiet. Moments of laughter or tears. Moments of pure bliss. Moments of fear. There are moments that seem mundane on the outside and yet change your life forever. Our lives are full of moments. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">There is a moment that a lot of us experience in our lifetime. Its a particular moment that we all can share. Those that have experienced it know it. Its a special moment. The moment when you see your child, or your grandchild. Or perhaps when you see your little niece or nephew, baby brother or sister for the first time. It is a moment that your heart captures a picture of and then stores it in the scrapbook of your life's memories. Its a very special moment. An unforgettable moment. <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/fa6daa020bbb6cc821e5c1921cd92d0361c02741/original/jack-and-adam.jpg?1494137424" class="size_l justify_left border_" /></span><span class="font_large">I remember when my daughter went into labour with my first grandson.... yes I am a grandma of two grandsons ... actually I'm a 'Glamma'. Anyway, when my daughter went into labour I received a phone call. She said "It's happening mama, you better come over here." She lives 5 hours away. I drove like a maniac on the highway. Memories flooding my mind the entire time I drove. Things I hadn't thought of in years and had thought long forgotten. Songs that I had sung to her. Rocking her to sleep. Pushing her on the swing. Bedtime stories I had told. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">When I arrived at the hospital I walked into the delivery room as little Jack was being born. It was surreal. My baby was having a baby. I couldn't quite wrap my head around it. I felt so much love I thought I was going to burst. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Two years later my daughter had a second little boy Adam. I was there for his birth as well. The memories of my grandsons being born are engraved in my mind forever. I can conjure them at will, as I can for the arrival of my own children. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I wrote a song about that very moment. I tried to capture the feelings and somehow put them into words. It called "The Moment" and I want to give it to you as a gift from me.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Mother's Day approaches. I know I'm not the only parent or grandparent out there who feels this way. So, I want to share this special song with you. I hope you like it. Please feel free to copy the MP3 and share it with anyone you think may like it. And by all means, tell me what you think of it. I'd love to hear from you! Comment. Share. It's all good.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My mother's day gift to you - <strong><a contents='"The Moment"' data-link-label="" data-link-type="track" href="/track/1185386/the-moment" style="" target="_blank">"The Moment"</a></strong></span></p><br><span class="font_large">HAPPY MOTHERS DAY - AND HAPPY MAY - (may Spring show up soon)</span><br><br><em><span class="font_xl">Cayla</span></em><br><br> Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/46814372017-04-23T04:30:00-07:002017-05-07T22:39:07-07:00Having Faith When You're Full of Doubt<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large"><strong><em><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/7abb4d7dc12a7ad6a64d1e436d449a5eebcc796d/large/copy-of-faith-1.png?1492884627" class="size_xl justify_center border_none" alt="" /></em></strong></span><span class="font_xl">What if I fail?</span><br><br><span class="font_large">Have you ever taken a leap of faith? Like you're standing at the open door of a plane and you're not sure your parachute is on? You look down at the world zipping past you and think can I do this? I am there. Right now. I'll be honest. It's terrifying. Or at minimum, keeps me up at night. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large">Being an indie artist takes a lot of work. I'm not complaining. I love the work. But they don't call it indie for nothing. Its you. Independent you. Especially if you are a solo artist. You wear a lot of hats. Singer. Songwriter. Booking agent. Marketer. Graphic Designer. Blogger. Videographer. And a host of other jobs. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large">And then it comes time to record. I've waited my life to record this album "Plush Red Chair". The songs are aching to be heard. A life time of stories and events waiting to be told or sung. I've wanted to perform since I was three years old. That's a long time ago. But life didn't seem to coincide with my dreams. Not that I'm complaining. I know had I been able to pursue my dream earlier, the music industry would have chewed me up and spat me out. I wouldn't have known what hit me. I was too sweet. Too trusting. Now I'm older and a little more streetwise. I'm still me, but I'm more wary. Less gullible. But still....it's been a long time to wait. I'm done waiting. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large">Recording this album is my open door of the plane. Recording a quality studio album isn't cheap! I've been lucky to receive a 35% grant from Creative BC, to help me along. I am very grateful for it. Where does the other 65% come from though? Enter the sleepless nights. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large">I sat there looking at the contract from Creative BC. It gives me a deadline to have the album released. Deadline. It's now or never. My dream sits before me. A life long dream. I have no idea how I'm going to make it all work. And yet ... this thing inside of me that yearns to tell my story, it wont go away. I must leap. Leap out of the plane. Have the faith that it will all come together. Do I dare? </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/96492dbf70822908f20e3eb394d1be230fc59727/large/skydiver.jpg?1492794262" class="size_l justify_left border_" />So I did it. I signed the contract. Enter more sleepless nights. I realized Indie or not, I'm going to need help. A lot of help. Why would people want to help me? I don't know. But I figure if I am supposed to do this album, there are people out there who are supposed to help me get it done. Whether its at $10 at a time or $1000. So ... this is me jumping out of the plane. Trying not to be a doubting Thomas. Filling my lungs with the fresh air of faith. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span class="font_large">If you're reading this, would you like to join me on my journey? Its easy. You can help me by completing this survey. <a contents="Perky Servey" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/NX3V8VY" style="" target="_blank">Perky Servey</a> I will be fundraising in June 2017. I'd like to put together some perks that fans like you will actually want. Your answers are anonymous and very much appreciated. You don't have to fill it all in (although some people have left lots of detail and its great!). </span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="font_large">Cayla</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/46601282017-04-06T03:00:00-07:002017-04-13T17:11:14-07:00Don't Rain on My Parade<span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/720c7a64daad62c1ccc4ac08f50afdc0ae50110c/large/if-youre-going-to-buy-me-ateddy-bear-for-valentines-daymake-sure-its-breathingand-its-a-dog-1.png?1491450970" class="size_l justify_right border_" /></span><p><span class="font_large">I knew I wanted to be a performer when I was three years old. My grandson is turning three in a couple of months. He wants to pilot a plane or be a train conductor or perhaps drive a fire truck. I cant help but find it amazing that I knew what I wanted to do at such a young age. But I did. I remember it as clear as if it happened yesterday. I was standing in the back of the old Buick. We were driving home. My mom at the wheel. No seat belt of course, they were so passe. The conversation was quick and excited. There was to be a talent contest at our church. A family talent contest. My mom was over the moon. It was a chance to show everyone the talent teeming in our gene pool. My two sisters could sing. My brother play the piano. The other the tuba? And I have no idea what the other sibling was to do. I asked my mom if I could sing too. "No." was the response.<em> "But I want to sing Mommy."</em> "No!" again. This went on for a while as conversations do with three year old children. And then <em>"Mommy please! I want to sing!"</em> <strong>'NO! YOU CAN'T HOLD A TUNE IN A BUCKET!"</strong> ... That moment etched itself into my memory. My personal scrapbook of life. I can forget what I had for breakfast, but I remember that moment. I was mad. I mean mad. Three year old stinking mad. I pursed my little lips and mumbled under my breath. "Just you wait. One day I'll be a singer!" That my was the start of my dream. I didn't really know what it meant to be a singer exactly, I only knew I wanted to be one.</span></p><span class="font_large">When I was around 8 years old I had another defining moment. I saw Funny Girl for the first time. I found it mesmerizing. I stared at the television. My heart quickened when Fanny first went on to the stage. I laughed at her antics. I cried during "People." I wanted to be in the Ziegfeld Follies! I wanted to be Fanny Brice! I wanted to pretend I was pregnant and speak in a Jewish accent. I wanted to wear amazing outfits on stage. I wanted to be the star and have people dance around me and the audience clap in glorious applause. I would be witty and charming. Yes. It was perfect! And then she met that boy. I mean it was OK and all. He was good looking. I would give him that. As long as she kept singing I remained happy. I went along with the movie right up to the end of Don't Rain on My Parade. Oh how I love that song. Put me on a boat and let me sing! The movie made me feel alive. Full of hope and promise. And then she did it. The worst sin of all. She gave it all up for a boy! A Boy!!! <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/f33f172dced2423b2da39d1b638596ccbc6df4fa/medium/barbra-fgset-omar-candid-rare-laughing.jpg?1491496039" class="size_m justify_right border_" />What are you thinking? How could you give up the Ziegfeld Follies for a boy??? I was shocked. Astounded. Mad...again. I made up my mind. I was going to be Fanny Brice sans the boy. I pouted for the rest of the movie. I didn't care one bit. Sure that last song is good, but I wasn't interested. I didn't love him so. I couldn't stand him so. Omar Sharif. Pffft. That's what I said to that. Funny thing is to this day I don't like the movie after she gives it all up for the handsome gambler. Something in me shuts down and glazes over.</span>
<p><span class="font_large">That said, I've been a fan of Ms. Streisand for a long time. I have too many albums of hers to count. I can still get lost in the music. Barbra taught me how to sing. She doesn't know it, nor probably cares, but she did. I spent hours in my room listening to my one album of hers. Mimicking her phrasing. How and when she would take a breath. Imitating her while singing into my hairbrush in front of the mirror in my room. Yeah. I was and still am a fan. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large">I was fortunate to be asked to sing on stage during the finale of her concert when Barbra Streisand came to Vancouver a few years ago. What a thrill. What an honour! I sat in the audience for the first half of the concert and hung out back stage with Il Divo and the likes during the second half. When she sang Don't Rain on My Parade my eyes welled with tears. This woman had been such an influence in my life. And that song ... I cant even begin to explain how I felt. The memories flooded. The initial feeling of joy I felt when I first heard that song at 8 years old rushed over me. My unfulfilled dreams haunted. A myriad of emotions came crashing into me during those three minutes. It was wonderful. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I've never sung Don't Rain on My Parade. I would like to one day. I have a dream of singing it in front of a Symphony Orchestra. Silly isn't it? But I do. And in my dream I kill it. The audience goes wild with applause. I can even see what I'm wearing. It's a vivid dream. Will my dream will come true one day? Perhaps. Perhaps not.<br><br>I've wanted to be a singer since I was three years old. I am one. I no longer want to be in the Ziegfeld Follies, but my drive to perform has never wavered. A young person said to me a while ago that I was very lucky to know what I wanted to do with my life from such a young age. As she herself had no idea where her path may lead. I thought, yes it is true. I am one of the lucky ones. But it is also difficult when you have that burning desire and life (or Omar Sharif) does not allow you to pursue it. Such is my case. But there is no merit to fretting over what might have been and only for what is now.</span></p>
<p><br><span class="font_large">Every time I am on stage the three year old little girl in me jumps up and down and says "I told you so! I told you so!" For dreams are powerful things. You can hold on to them. Put them on hold for a while or choose to breathe new life into them. It is up to you. But whatever you Don't let anyone Rain on Your Parade. Instead, channel the rain that falls to water the seedling of your dreams and go for it.</span><br> </p>
<hr><p><br><span class="font_large">I'll close with this - My husband sent me this YouTube clip - I found it wonderful. (click to view) A soulful version Fanny Brice. My grown up cup of tea! I adore it! What a wonderful performance by Lillias White. Which got me to dreaming. Again. My Symphony performance - I could see it with a little Barbra, a little soul and all me. Dreaming my friends, is free.<br><br><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="jdxnkpw1f2Q" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/jdxnkpw1f2Q/0.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jdxnkpw1f2Q?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></span><br> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/46421712017-03-25T09:35:23-07:002017-03-25T09:35:23-07:00On the Road Again<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/04cd30850f595b4da8d106cb9988721e1b7a8f4c/large/17240707-1468349979855391-2927066623136241084-o.jpg?1490457272" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></p><span class="font_large">Going on the road is still one of my favourite things to do. I have never tired of it. It's exhausting. Stressful. Sometimes boring. The accommodations can surprise you. There are hiccups and situations to deal with on a daily basis. But somehow the show always goes on.<br><br>This past weekend 7 of us packed our bags and went on the road to do the Eva Cassidy show in Osoyoos, BC. In the past we've always traveled together. We usually rent a van. Krista, our fabulous tech crew also brings her personal van and somehow all of our gear fits in her vehicle. Its a miracle akin to the loaves and the fishes, but it happens every time. This particular trip though, we went our separate ways. Each of us having different schedules/gigs after the show. Bill (piano an MD) and I rode up together. We wanted to be on the road by 9:30 am giving us ample time to drive up and stop for lunch on the way.<br><br>I arrived at his house at 9:15am. Enough time to pack his car with my gear and refill my coffee. I placed my suitcase, mics and guitar in his vehicle. I looked at it all. Something was wrong ... what was it? Sh*t! My clothes. My stage clothes. They were still hanging in the closet at home - 40 minutes away. A great start. My husband, being the guy that he is, offered to drive home and get my clothes and we'd meet him en route. I got to drink more coffee for a while. </span><br><br><span class="font_large">We arrived in Osoyoos on time and raring to set up. Normally we have a noon load in and an 8pm show. It gives us plenty of time to set up. Eat dinner. Chill. Get ready for the show and perform. This time however the theatre was part of a school.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/3420fa7afebacb9e15fa558265dbae406d0e38c4/medium/17390745-1468342649856124-1647555789268629059-o.jpg?1490457281" class="size_m justify_left border_" />3pm set up was the earliest time we could get in. 7:30 start to the show because .... I have no idea. Its the latest craze. We lost time on both ends. Ugh. We didn't finish our soundcheck until well after 6pm and we still hadn't checked into the hotel. There I was in my jeans and T-shirt. Just over 1 hour before curtain. My hair a wreck or at least not stage worthy. No makeup on. And the plug didn't work in the dressing room. Tina, the lovely woman who booked us, suggested I get ready at the hotel. Off we went. First we checked in. Then I sped to my room. Clothes flying. Make up bags unceremoniously dumped. Curlers heating. I rolled the final hot roller in my hair and looked at my watch. 6:44. I looked at my face. This wasn't going to happen. How was I to do this? The boys were leaving for the theatre in 15 minutes! Breathe. I sent a text to Bill. "I'm never going to be ready by 7pm. Go on to the theatre without me." I text Tina, "Please come to the hotel. I'm in room 306. You'll have to drive me to the theatre. I'm running late." Poor Tina arrives to her star ... false eyelashes half on. Curlers half out. Ginger tea bubbling over on the stove. The beautiful suite she booked for us looking as though a cyclone had hit it. So did my hair. But I was dressed. At least I was dressed damn it!</span><br><br><span class="font_large">Tina, what a trooper, checked my hair. Poured my tea into my thermos. I was running out the door and went "Ugh, my necklace. I forgot to put on my necklace." Tina, thinking on her feet took off the necklace she had on. Over my head it went. I was ready for the stage. In her car driving to the theatre I glanced at the clock. 7:36 pm. I was late. I have never been late before (for a performance that is). How Diva of me. There's a first time for everything I guess. I tried to catch my breath on the drive. I got out of the car. Walked into the theatre. Smiled at the boys. Lights down. Show time.<br><br>Part way through the show my wireless headset mic started slipping. At one point the battery pack fell through my clothes and dangled behind me. This is what happens when you get dressed quickly. The details get lost in the fray. Fortunately I was off stage when this happened. The tape holding the tiny mic on my face had come off. Of course my tape was at the hotel, so there was nothing I could do about it. I could see the mic out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't where it was supposed to be. It was facing East instead of North. *sigh* I press it to my face again. I wish it would cooperate with me. I had a quick change.(costume change off stage) Things feel funny. I touch my face. No mic. Where the heck is my mic? Of course it's down my top. Where else would it be? I hear my cue. There's no time to fix anything. I'm back on stage holding the tiny wire mic to my face. I say my lines to Tom Pickett (playing Chuck Brown). I ask him for a Kleenex (part of my line) and then say .... my mic has come loose Chuck. (not my line) He fusses with my mic for a moment. Tom's is as blind as me - it's hopeless. "You're just gonna have to hold it darlin'" he says. So I sing my song, holding the mic to my face the entire time. Thankfully I'm off stage again for another quick change. The crew member hands me a wired mic to use for the last chunk of the show. (the sound man didn't set up a wireless mic on standby like I had asked). I could only get part way across the stage because of the wire's limitations. I had to adjust my movement for the remainder of the show. More thinking on my feet. Showbiz. Live performance. The nature of the beast. Was it a great show? Damn straight. The audience loved it. It's a beautiful show and I'm surrounded by the best. Mic or no mic. I can't go wrong.<br><br>After the show we're treated to some wonderful food at an audience member's home. Bill plays the piano for fun. We sing. We chat. We drink. We relax. Off to the hotel in the wee hours. A few more drinks before we crash. The view is spectacular. What a nice hotel. I wish I could stay longer.<br><br>I try to sleep but its not going to happen. I'm too wired from the performance. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/fe28adc36417307511f6cc50872cc0db0a0f4afe/medium/17359309-1468342886522767-7420228892744908977-o.jpg?1490457271" class="size_m justify_left border_" />By 3am I feel myself dozing off. My alarm goes off at 7am. I forgot to turn it off before I went to bed. Bloody hell. I'm up and making coffee. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/a91b81c6c80d8e63b7176bd4a7b55dfc64854349/small/17358920-1468342979856091-7924885518711607403-o.jpg?1490457268" class="size_s justify_right border_" />I decided to go for a brisk walk before breakfast and the next part of our journey. Osoyoos is beautiful. It's cold but the walk feels good. I get that feeling of being on vacation. For a fleeting moment. The blood rush. The excitement. It feels good.<br><br>Bill and I enjoy some Eggs Benny and then off to Penticton and the Dream Cafe (our next gig). It's only an hours drive so we decide to check out some of the wineries along the way. We're wine tasting. Purchasing some great BC wine. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/42cdffaf9daef2fa25d74506ab529f4fd3e352fc/medium/17240371-1468343899855999-1922413104055012296-o.jpg?1490457265" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Checking out quaint little churches. More wine tasting. Learning about the different vineyards. It's fun. I get that feeling of being on vacation again. It feels good. The wine is making me feel good. I'm getting tipsy. Oh dear. "Never drink before you sing Cayla! It dries out your throat!" whispers in my ear as I take another sip of wine. Oh dear.<br><br>We meet up with the bassist extraordinaire Miles Hill for a coffee in Penticton. Our accommodation is far from the urban suite of the previous night. It's ....colourful. With tapestry on the walls. A smell of incense that fills your nostrils when you walk in the room. There's a book by Rumi on my night stand. I feel spiritually enlightened just stepping into the place. I have an urge to do some yoga, but I don't do yoga and the urge passes.<br><br>Another odd sound check <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/1c4b77e1883fe53dde54650ef8fac9988f7a7feb/small/17359454-1468345406522515-1354171521343484213-o.jpg?1490458651" class="size_s justify_left border_" />and I find myself missing our regular sound technician Dan. He normally goes with us, but not for this run. We have to depend on the sound people supplied. We're all feeling a little frustrated. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/790b7123dfc9426186651dc8efabef7540c20ec6/small/17390845-1468345209855868-7525345569070698565-o.jpg?1490458586" class="size_s justify_right border_" />Nothing some dinner wont fix. Dinner is delicious and we get time to chill. A far cry from the evening before. We play our tunes and the audience eats it up. I get to sing some of my original tunes from my new album. They audience responds with loud applause. They're going over well. Encore!<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/0f67e7b47f65b2bf6fe20528991a2ad8ddae3e43/large/17434493-1468345643189158-1543402382770134401-o.jpg?1490457285" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>The drive home early the next morning is almost treacherous. First stormy. Then full on winter conditions in the mountains. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e752089830da618bf0bc1ccb7444512e4d78a561/medium/17390765-1468345799855809-5931133113121105955-o.jpg?1490457281" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Then rain. Finally sunshine. It takes us longer than we expected but Bill is a good driver and we get back to Vancouver safe and sound. I've had a great time but I am exhausted. The two days feel like about 5. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c4c011ed9fa9ffdc10b96517a1550227c958d325/medium/17359470-1468346043189118-6949894617594900537-o.jpg?1490457278" class="size_m justify_right border_" />I walk in the door. Open up one of the new bottles of wine. Sit on the balcony and say ahhh. It feels good to be home. Unpacking can wait.<br><br>I love what I do. </span><br><br><br><br><br><br> Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/46178302017-03-05T23:18:37-08:002017-03-05T23:22:08-08:00Are you Ready to Leave the Safety of the Box?<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6cf66852b2094a096862dc6fefd9aef5105ae6cf/original/box.jpg?1488784911" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><hr><br><span class="font_large">Boxes are good for a lot of things. Fruit Loops comes in a box. So do diamond rings. Boxes come in handy when you have to move. But living in one? Not so much.<br><br>Life is comfortable inside the box. Society wants us to live inside the box. We must colour inside the lines. White Picket Fences. Safe squares of conformity. Living our life inside the constraints of the box is safe. It’s comfortable. It’s the norm. Living outside the box? Now that my friend can be downright scary! And thrilling. And exhilarating. And exhausting. And so very worth it.<br> </span>
<p><span class="font_large">Invisible boxes are everywhere. They’re in the sensible job you hate. The stale relationship. The dreams put on hold. They keep us from trying something new.</span><span class="font_xl"><strong> “I can’t do that!”</strong><em> “I’m too old.”</em><span class="font_large"> </span>“I’m too fat.” <strong>“I’m too ugly.”</strong></span><span class="font_large"> Or, </span><span class="font_xl"><em>“I can’t do it that way, it’s always been done this way.”</em><span class="font_large"> </span><strong>“I can’t learn anything new.” </strong>“People will laugh at me.” <em><strong>“It’s for young people.” </strong></em></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I deal with boxes all the time as a musician. I’m older than I’m supposed to be, I’ve got meat on my bones and I don’t stick to one musical genre - my music is rather eclectic. I couldn’t care less anymore. That's who I am. Whatever you do “Don’t fence me in.” I know what I’m supposed to do and I’m doing it. I used to live inside a box. A very tiny box. A box chalk full of fear. I could barely breathe it was so tiny. But no more. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I recently did a cover of Folsom Prison Blues. I love singing that tune. Its unexpected. Its fun. Its totally me.</span><span class="font_xl"><em> “But its Folsom Prison Blues!”</em></span><span class="font_large"> Yeah, I know. So?</span><span class="font_xl"><strong> I love my version of that song. It’s a great song!</strong></span><span class="font_large"> I remember listening to it with my dad when I was a youngin’. I sang it with deep respect for Johnny Cash. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I’ve had old country players tell me how much they love my take on it. They said I made it my own. What a great compliment. I’ve also been told to leave it alone. It’s a boy song and should stay that way. Boxes. And yet creativity thrives on space. Creativity must be free to well … create. And yet we cant’ help ourselves wanting to gather everything up into neat tidy piles. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Since I began living my life outside of the box I’ve failed. I’ve fallen. I’ve made massive mistakes. But I’ve succeeded too. And had moments of awe. It’s been thrilling, exhilarating and exhausting. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Staying in the box is safe, but nothing new comes from staying there. Sometimes the box is drawn by Society. Sometimes the box is created by our own fears. Either way its just a box. A box that is easily toppled over.<br><br>So what's keeping you inside your box? I'll tel you. Only you. I encourage you to try that thing you've always wanted to try. </span><span class="font_xl">Take that class.<span class="font_large"> </span><em>Learn that language.</em><span class="font_large"> </span><strong>Hike that mountain.</strong><span class="font_large"> </span>Write that story.<span class="font_large"> </span><em>Sing that song</em></span><span class="font_large">. And when the naysayers come and tell you "You shouldn't do that!" You can say,</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span class="font_xl">"Thank you, but </span></strong><span class="font_xl"><strong><em><strong>Y</strong></em>es! I can!"</strong></span></em></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Come on! Join us! There’s plenty of room!</span><br><br><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zSRT3a6EFMQ" width="853"></iframe></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45865052017-02-11T19:13:41-08:002018-09-20T11:58:10-07:0026 Ways to Date Your Spouse<p><span class="font_large">Paul Simon sings there must be 50 Ways to Leave your Lover. I say there are 26 ways to date your spouse. </span><br><br> </p>
<p><span class="font_large">Its February. Love is in the air, or at least it should be. I don't know about you but my dating life with my husband can get routine. It's not anyone's fault. We're both busy people and often schedule time for each other. Falling to what feels comfortable to both of us is a natural thing. But when you want to shake things up a bit and don't have time to let the creative juices flow I have an option. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I came across an idea online last week. The concept is simple. Take a piece of paper. Write the letters of the alphabet from A-Z on it. Then, with your spouse and a couple of glasses of wine write a corresponding date to each letter of the alphabet. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It's as simple as that. What's great about it is it makes you think outside the box. It's difficult doing the same old same old when you're having to come up with a date that starts with Q or Z. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I assume the concept is to do all 26 dates within one year (once every two weeks). And as lovely as that sounds, its not workable for us. BUT, having the list in my day timer at the ready is great. When we look at each other blankly and say "What do you want to do tonight?" we finally have some different options. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">My husband and I had a lot of fun coming up with our 26 dates and I hope you do as well. I'd love to hear what you come up with. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I figure the more couples do stuff like this, the less chance we end up singing 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Cayla </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">PS - Single? No worries. I'm a huge believer in dating yourself. Write your own list from A-Z of things you would like to experience and then go out and do them. <strong>Live life no matter what</strong>.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45861842017-02-11T10:42:55-08:002017-11-01T21:02:44-07:00In My Sister's Death I Found My Life<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/8e9782fd4a744e1aa03a9e79fd06a0c999478969/original/cedar-on-log.jpg?1486838493" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><span class="font_large">It's been ten years. Ten years! A full decade since my oldest sister Joyce passed away. I can't believe it has been that long. Her death had such an impact on me it's difficult for me to describe. Her death was the best thing that ever happened to me.<br><br>I know that sounds cruel and I don't mean it in the way it sounds. I miss my sister and think of her daily. But the impact of her death on me personally changed my life forever and I thank her for that gift. Because in her death I found my life.<br><br>Ten years is a long time and yet only ten years ago I was a lost soul. Ten years ago I was a mere puddle on the floor. Ten years ago I had given up on my life. My life has not been an easy one and I let it beat me. Life had somehow stolen my spark and my smile. I was functioning but I was missing. Empty.<br><br>My sister's death launched my own journey to life. She spoke words of comfort to me when she was the one who was leaving this earth. She encouraged me to live. How do you repay that? I cannot, except to share my own story in the hopes that it helps someone else who is feeling lost.<br><br>I look at myself now and I do not even recognize the woman of a decade ago. A decade ago I wasn't singing. I wasn't acting. I wasn't writing. I wasn't producing shows. I wasn't running my own business. I wasn't. My sister's death sparked the change that started me on this journey I am currently on. My own Journey to Divalicious! Becoming the person I was meant, no born to be. It hasn't been easy. It's been hard. Life has thrown me more curve balls, some worse than I've ever dealt with in my lifetime. But my sister's final words and her encouragement to me has somehow helped me overcome those hurdles and not crumble as I would have in the past.</span><br> </p>
<hr><p><br><span class="font_large">I guess the reason I say all of this is to encourage you, the reader. If life has dragged you to places you didn't realize you would ever end up. If you've lost a piece of you along the way. If you think you're too old now and there is no point. It's a lie. A big huge lie. Be who you were born to be. Start your own journey to Divalicious! And in the words of my big sister Joyce "Don't let fear stop you from doing something you really want to do."<br><br>Cayla</span><br><br> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45754522017-02-03T12:15:18-08:002017-02-03T21:21:50-08:00Are You on the Outside Looking In?<p><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/6e511883f8b410ce9707f9069ed46840cd3abc8a/original/store-window.jpg?1486152678" class="size_l justify_left border_" />I look at this photo and see myself ... well a very young version of myself .... except I had red hair. OK, so I don't see me exactly in this picture, but there is a little girl inside of me that is very similar. We can all feel this way. Our noses pressed up against the window. Longing to be part of what is visible and yet never in reach. It can be anything really. A longing to be part of a group. A longing to be further in your career. A longing for acceptance. A longing to ... you fill in the blank. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I am often amazed that I still struggle with this very thing at my age. I put on an air of confidence. I have to. I'm a performer. An actor with a mask. But do I always feel confident? No I don't. I'd be lying if I said I did. I get hurt by others like anyone else. I can feel left out. I can feel like I don't belong. I'm not part of the clique. I'm on the outside, looking in. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">If I'm truthful to myself, it has always been that way. I don't remember being the popular girl in school. I always felt on the outside. I'll bump into old friends from high school and their opinion of me is the exact opposite. It's funny how we see ourselves compared to how others see us. It hasn't changed all that much as an adult. We all deal with bullies. Petty jealousies. Cliques. The school yard has changed its venue that's all.<br><br>So what to do about it? Do we continue to look through the glass with longing? Hoping for an invitation to the party? There is one thing I've learned over the years. Sometimes the door you're knocking on doesn't get answered. Persistence is good and then you say You know what? I'm going to look for another door! <br><br>This is not easy to do. There are times when we want to give up. <em>Why do I bother? Why do I keep trying? </em><em>I don't belong here. </em>The old voices that you've silenced in the past replay themselves in a loop. A choir of negativity belting out its top 10 Hit List. It is during these critical times that we must have a talk with ourselves. I imagine myself pulling up my socks. I tell myself to get up and get at it, even when I don't want to. Its not easy. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I received this note in the last couple of days and it rang true to me. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><br><em><span class="font_xl">There will always be people in your life who hold you back, who cost you too much, and who fail to see who you are. But, of course, they're there to teach you that you do have time, and that your own high standards are all that matter.</span></em></p>
<p><br><span class="font_large">and then the next day I received ... </span><br> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_xl"><em>Sometimes knocking on one door forces another to open. A door that never would have opened otherwise. Often, the first door you knocked on wasn't even that appealing. It was just better than waiting around for a good door to appear. Whereas the one that opened was a door you never even knew existed</em>. </span><br> </p>
<p><span class="font_large">So, my challenge to you if you're feeling stuck, or on the outside looking in is this - forget the freakin' window! Grab your little girl's hand (or boy) and walk down the block and find another window - because the door sitting beside the window may just be open and welcoming. Never give up, but be flexible.</span></p>
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<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45675452017-01-28T12:07:43-08:002017-04-26T08:50:59-07:00How a Red Chair Turned into My Theme Song<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/ef3b84ea8f2ee6b81d7cb92d92c24916bd9bc9fc/original/imagination.jpg?1485628095" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><p><span class="font_large">Have you ever noticed a child playing? A toddler can find hours of enjoyment playing with a box. So can a cat, but that's irrelevant. Give a child some mud and rubber boots and you've lost them for a while. A rock becomes a plane. Pebbles other players in the game. Imagination. Creativity. The world is our canvas. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">What happens as we get older that causes us to lose that sense of wonder? What happens along the way where we stop noticing and go through life? Day-to-day. Mundane. Why do we stop pretending? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">As a performer it is important that I keep hold of the sense of play. That piece of me that is creative. My imagination. Without imagination I'm lost. Without creativity I'm mundane. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I'm no different than anyone else. I can get caught up in life and the doing of it that I forget the living and I stop noticing. I go for my outdoor walks (which I love) and will spend the entire time planning, thinking and not noticing a thing. Now that's not always a bad thing. I've come up with some of my best ideas while out for my walk. I remember reading that walking is a wonderful way to unleash your imagination. Its true! But, I can walk for an hour and not notice one thing while I'm walking. I'm so caught up in my thoughts. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I write lyrics. I write plays. I direct plays. I sing songs. I want and need to have a grasp on my creativity. Creativity and inspiration is lost in our hectic lives. It surrounds us if we look. If we allow ourselves to stop and notice. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Inspiration can come from anywhere. The title song for my album is Plush Red Chair. I remember walking into someone's house a while back and seeing a screen saver on their computer. It was a picture of an artsy red chair sitting in the forest. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/29ffd4cb63101d9b64432789fcd7470e2e3e1f60/original/prc3.jpg?1485633963" class="size_l justify_center border_" />The picture spoke to me. I didn't know why but it did. I had to take a picture of it. I knew it was my album cover but I didn't know why. So I took a picture. Then I mulled and thought about it. I couldn't figure out why it meant so much but I knew that it did. I was at Bill's house a couple of days later writing songs and showed him the picture. "I've found the idea for the album artwork Bill!" I said. "That's a great pic! What does it have to do with the album?" he said. "I don't know. I know it does." and then a light bulb appeared over my head like a cartoon. "It represents me Bill. I'm the red chair." He looked at me like I was crazy, which perhaps I am. I continued, "I'm kinda artsy as in the cool chair, but I'm also very grounded. I'm happy with a martini sitting in a ritzy restaurant and happy mucking a stall in a barn." This picture represents me! </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">From that moment of inspiration I wrote the title song for the Album "Plush Red Chair". I painted a picture based on a lyric in the song. All from a screen saver at someone's house. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/7efb69bc88a8e960f19243e7c5abfe714b34be31/original/15134609-10153940572976933-1678203978897794338-n.jpg?1485633985" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It doesn't happen every day but if we keep our eyes open. if we can be open to inspiration. Play. Be creative. We open up a different side of ourselves. Whether we are accountants in an office or a race car driver. We all have a creative side. We can all find inspiration in the ordinary. We can all unleash our imagination. I know I want to. We enrich our lives when we allow ourselves to create. To Draw. Doodle. Paint. Sing. Play. Write. Dance. Plant our garden. Start small. But start. Who knows where your imagination will take you? Or what mundane things will inspire you in the future? Go ahead! Exploit the ordinary. Unleash your imagination.</span></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45595382017-01-22T09:07:20-08:002017-01-22T18:47:36-08:00How to Find Beauty amidst the Crap<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/5c2bcd65409ec4a39f75a168caa1fd4aa7992296/original/find-beauty.png?1485107320" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><span class="font_xl"><span style="color:#008080;">January is National Thank-You Month</span>. </span><br><br><span class="font_large">Living life from a place of gratitude is much better than living life from a place of gloom and lack don't you think? Sure there are things going on in the world that can make us feel gloomy and even fearful. But we also have a lot to be thankful for.<br><br>What would happen if we rewrote the way we think about the bad stuff that has happened in our individual lives? Instead of being stuck in the mire of what has happened </span><span style="color:#008080;"><span class="font_xl"><em>what if we repainted it with the colour of thankfulness.</em></span></span><br><br><span class="font_large">For instance - </span>
<ol> <li><span class="font_large">My sister Joyce passed away from Ovarian Cancer. Her last words to me were the most powerful I have ever received. "Don't let fear stop you from doing something you really want to do." In her death she gave me a gift. I am grateful for that gift because those words changed my life.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">My childhood is not one that I would wish on anyone nor want to repeat. But I dealt with it and because I dealt with it I now have these wonderful gifts. The gift of empathy. The desire to protect the innocent. The desire to share as I am now with the hope of helping someone else. When I sing or act I can access pieces of me that I didn't know exist. I am an open book.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large">The pains and losses of my adult life - without going into detail - wasn't always easy, We all have those times. But those losses and painful memories have made me a better singer. A better writer. A better person. </span></li>
</ol><br><span class="font_large">I can look back and say I am thankful because I am in this wonderful place mentally as a direct result of these events. I have grown as a person, an entertainer, friend, and mother. That's a good thing.<br><br>I <em>could</em> and<em> have</em> looked at my past as the stumbling block in my career. Had this not happened and that not happened I would have been able to pursue my dream at the right age. The normal age. A young person's age. That I wouldn't have the fences around me that I have to deal with on a daily basis because of my age. My life simply didn't allow me to do it though. I felt regret over it. For years. But I choose to reshape it. All of those years prepared me for my life now. For where I am now. For who I am now. I am grateful for it all and I'm ready to dive in to whatever life has in store for me. It may be different than what I dreamed of as a little girl but it is perfect for me.<br><br>You see its not that you forget or cover your past with roses. But its that you become grateful for what you have learned from it and in that way I believe you set yourself up for good things to come. It isn't easy to do and it takes time to get there but it is I believe the right choice to make. Because in the end our attitude makes all the difference in the world. We can live in a dark room of gloom and regret or we can turn the light on and be thankful. I choose to live in light. How about you?</span><br> Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45497362017-01-13T17:49:26-08:002017-01-14T16:56:32-08:00How to Find Beauty Even When You Fall on Your A**<p><span class="font_xl"><strong>Help! I've fallen and I can't get up.</strong></span><br><br><span class="font_large">That was me a couple of days ago. Oh I was plum full of energy and great intentions. It was gorgeous out. A cold January day. The sun was shining brightly and so was my mood. The ocean was alive and playful, the seagulls riding the wind roller coaster. I wanted to capture it. It looked invigorating. So off I went into the brisk outdoors armed with my Samsung Galaxy, my red Kodiaks and my Thrift Store Aviation Jacket on for style. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I breathed in the fresh ocean air and headed towards the water. There was a lightness in my step. Almost a spring. Not bad for an old girl I thought. I was thinking about the shot I'd get. The best angle. The perfect light. When <strong><em>swoosh</em></strong>. Black ice on the path down to the water. My Kodiaks slid forward like an angry pendulum causing to me to land unceremoniously on my <em>thankfully</em> well-padded arse. I sat there alone. The pain in my butt stealing my breath in gasps. I swear I heard a chipmunk laughing. The path was cold and damp. The spring in my step gone. Sigh. I looked over. The ocean was still alive and playful. Mocking me perhaps? What the hell. I'd never have thought of filming in this angle and I certainly wasn't going anywhere. So a took a few photos. Filmed a little. The pain subsided eventually and I was able to pull myself back up and walk gingerly back to the house. My pants showing the only sign of my unfortunate mishap. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">But hey - I got some pics. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">The moral of the story? When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or in this case - take a pic. If you're gonna fall on your arse you may as well make it worth while. There's beauty everywhere if you take the time to look. Now back to my music. ~ <em>Cayla</em></span><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/b2052a60d7c471bb9bb831f55dfd16e8ed919dba/large/20170110-144649.jpg?1484358126" class="size_xl justify_center border_" /></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45414512017-01-07T16:55:13-08:002017-01-07T17:28:58-08:00My Journey to Divalicious<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/3303bb8fd02acf118f5058b1a81dae2d78fb3c6f/original/bp-journey-to-divalicious.png?1483831241" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><span class="font_xl">What is Divalicous anyway? </span><br><br>Well it's a made up word so it really can be anything you want it to be. Its a word blend like Bennifer or Bromance. A blend of Diva and Delicious so I guess it could mean <em>delicious diva</em>...which is just weird.<br><br>For me though its definition is to be the best version of me I can be. Does that mean me running around in a bikini? No, that would be the best 'fit' version of me. I'm talking about the best version of me. Me. The whole me. Outside. Inside. Career. Dreams. Goals. Me. Who I was meant to be. An authentic fabulous version of me.<br><br>Life has a way of changing you. Not always for the better...although if you choose....it can certainly have that affect. I'm a go with the flow kind of girl. If there's a problem I'll be affected by it for a bit and then I work through it. That's just who I am. I haven't always been that way but I am that way now. And yet still. Life changed me...again.<br><br>A couple of years ago I was on a mission. I knew who I was and what I was going to do. Everything seemed good. In place. I had finally figured it out. Thank God!<br>And them BAM. Life. Now, I have been through a lot in my lifetime and have pulled myself out of a few situations. It hasn't always been easy, as a matter of fact at times its been damn hard to do. But I have. I never thought life again would steal my spark....and then it did.<br><br><span class="font_large"><em>Life's traumas are like a thief. A thief that robs you of routine, your smile, your spark. It robs you of you.</em></span><br><br>I thought I was coping. I mean I continued on with my life. I wrote my shows. Sang at my gigs. Performed in my plays. Went about my business. And then, I noticed it. Something was missing. That old familiar something. Me. My smile. My spark. There, but not. Diminished. My country song life had done it again. Damn.<br><br>It shows up in little ways. My junk drawer turned into drawers. My bedroom was always in disarray. What used to give me joy didn't. I kept trying to manufacture it - but it wasn't happening. I was empty. The only pure joy I seemed to feel was when I spent time with my grandchildren. They were innocent. Pure. Incapable of hurting me. In them I found happiness. Everywhere else? Not so much. Not even when I performed, and that had never happened before. I stopped taking care of myself. I stopped laughing. I wasn't me anymore. A was a shell. A facsimile.<br><br>The thing about life's traumas and grief is you can't rush things. You have to just go through them. Feel the emotions. Own the pain. The trick is to not stay there. 2016 was my year to feel the pain. 2017 is my year to find my Divalicious! My mojo. Me.<br><br>I'm excited. You see if I were to write who I was meant to be it would be simple. I can list it in a few words. Creativity. Performing. Laughter. Family. Cooking. Entertaining. Travel. Organized. That's me at my Divalicious best.<br><br>This year my goal is to feed each of those aspects of my life. I'm eating healthier. Focused on my goals. Ridding my life of the chaos. Writing. Singing. Acting. Painting. Playing Music. Putting on my make-up even when I'm home. Saying yes to adventure. Trying to focus on the moment (not easy to do). I can't overhaul everything at once. That's a recipe for disaster. So one day at a time. One change at a time. But my attitude? My inner Divalicious is shining through baby! She is ready to come out.<br><br>So I am officially on my journey to my Divalicious self. I don't know where it will take me, but I am excited. I'm excited for the future for the first time in a while. I'm sure life will throw some curve balls - it always does - but I'm on to you life. I am. And I plan on sticking to my journey anyway.<br><br>Cayla<br> Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45321892016-12-31T12:08:10-08:002018-02-23T20:31:22-08:006 Simple Changes for a Delicious 2017<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/d12e8f358bd0498d1599750b11257f94886fc039/original/15538843-891728130969792-3948961861596086272-n.jpg?1483208696" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><span class="font_large">2016 was something, wasn't it? Let's not even get into it - We all know what happened in the world. I'll leave what happened personally .... personal. But a freshly baked new year is here and I do hope it is delicious!<br><br>The one thing about January 1st is its a chance to start over. A fresh slate. A new beginning. There's a sense of the unknown. Expectations. Perhaps even a little excitement? What will the coming year bring?<br><br>I for one am excited. I have a lot of plans for this year. My album, Plush Red Chair should be released. (which if you haven't signed up for the <a data-link-label="Free Download" data-link-type="page" href="/free-download">free download</a> ... what are you waiting for?) My husband's new show Reuben will premiere. More performances. New videos. More writing. Perhaps even Divalicious! (my latest show) will experience its premiere. What new songs will I write? Where will I travel to? So much potential for the year.<br><br>I saw this great blog post <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.unintuition.com/fashion-lifestyle-blog/217-things-to-do-in-2017" style="">217 Things to Do in 2017</a>. I found it interesting. Although a lot of the things listed were not for me - it inspired me. Now I'm not one for overdoing myself with resolutions. That is a recipe for disaster. And I want a delicious 2017. So - it is imperative to keep things simple and yet have a plan. </span><br><br><span class="font_xl">Here are my 6 Simple changes to a Delicious 2017</span></p>
<ol> <li><span class="font_large"><strong>Focus</strong> - When we focus we get more done in a shorter amount of time. That we can just do. Focus on work. Focus on our family. Focus on our children. Focus on our goal. Focus on what is in front of you at the moment. No distractions. No Facebook. No telephone. Just you and that moment.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><strong>Goals</strong> <strong>and dreams </strong>- <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.matrixoflife.com/downloads/pdfs/The-Slight-Edge.pdf" style="">The Slight Edge</a> This is a great book for those of you who haven't read it yet. Similar to how you eat an elephant - one bite at a time. Write down your goals - health, career, family ... whatever. Continue plugging away. A little bit every day. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><strong>Experiences</strong> - Choose 4 new things to experience. Write them down. One for each quarter. Experience them!</span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><strong>Spirituality</strong> - Write down 4 ways to give back. One for each quarter. And then do them. </span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><strong>Learning</strong> - Write down something you want to learn and then start learning it before mid-year.</span></li> <li><span class="font_large"><strong>Time Management </strong>- I love my <a data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.passionplanner.com/" style="">Passion Planner</a> It's a way to put your goals and dreams on paper and put the "Slight Edge" concept to work.</span></li>
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<p><span class="font_large">So there you have it my resolutions for the coming year.<br><br>Happy New Year everyone. May it be delicious!<br><br>Cayla</span><br> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45241382016-12-23T22:03:05-08:002016-12-24T15:14:56-08:00I'M TRYING TO GET INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT ... but the damn bottle won't open!<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/system/dae661a0e1cdf0e32badc4bf367e3df5c054e296/original/misc-10.jpg?1399641827" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Its December 23, 2016. Christmas is so different for me this year. It's a combination of a lot of things. It's just my husband and I this year for Christmas Day and dinner. I have an 11 kg turkey. I'll pause for that to sink in. I'm not sure what I was thinking. Well I know what I was thinking. It was free - I used my grocery store points. I'm 1/2 Scottish. I wanted the best deal. But still ... I have an 11kg turkey. </p>
<p>My daughter is celebrating her first Christmas in her first house and her beautiful little family. She lives 5 hours away. My son is 6 hours away and enjoying the day with his dad. My sisters are gone. It's just me, my husband the cats and the beagle (who will be very excited over the 11kg turkey). <br>The presents are wrapped. The lights are on the tree. The well worn stockings are hung with care. We are ready for Santa to visit. But its different this year. </p>
<p>Am I the only one to notice that the Spirit of Christmas is somehow diminished this year? It's like we're all trying, but something has gone missing. Usually the love is tangible. You can touch it. You see it on the faces of the people in the stores. Less car horns honk. People hold doors open. You hear Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! People are smiling. There is joy. Love is in the air. Peace.</p>
<p>Something happened to the world in 2016. We've lost our innocence. We've lost our smile. We've lost our love for each other. There was the US election that not only divided the US but divided nations Canada included. There is the horror of Aleppo. The German Christmas Market. A blanket of hatred has fallen over the world and we've let it take away our smile. Take away one of the most precious times of the year. We've let it take away our love. Not because we don't love. No. I think its because we are so sad, I know I am. We're at a loss as to what to do. How can we help? How can we fix it all? It all seems insurmountable. </p>
<p>Some of us are afraid of the future. Some of us want to hide in a hole until we know what is going to happen. Others are excited and look forward to the next few years. There is this huge juxtapose. The great divide. </p>
<p>We need to find the love. Whatever our differences we need to find what binds us together. What binds us together is also what makes us the same. We all want love do we not?. Security. Peace. We all want to be treated with kindness and respect. We all want to laugh. We all love music. </p>
<p>So for me, in these last couple of days before Christmas I will stop trying to find the love and instead give the love. Instead of trying to be happy I will give the happy. Instead of craving the kindness that is normally easily found at this time of year, I will be choose to be kind. </p>
<p>The thing is - there is strength and power in numbers. If we all simply choose to be kind and give love - amid the darkness that seems to envelope us - our little light will cut through that darkness and give off the beautiful light of love. And that is Spirit of Christmas is it not? </p>
<p>Yes. That is what I choose to do ... and to cook an 11kg turkey. </p>
<p>Have a Merry Christmas everyone. Happy Channukah Or whatever it is that you celebrate. Be blessed and loved.</p>
<p>Cayla<br><br><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="-ml7LX8LakA" data-video-thumb-url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/-ml7LX8LakA/0.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-ml7LX8LakA?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="200" width="320" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45100342016-12-09T07:40:00-08:002020-01-10T08:45:20-08:00Anniversaries<p><span class="font_large"><strong>Next week will mark the one year anniversary of when my big sister Sheila passed away. </strong></span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/e65b7fd6c4c3f11d888b366ef80372cdb396ec69/medium/sheila.jpg?1481688543" class="size_m justify_left border_" />My big sis </p>
<p>I didn't realize someone who was terminally ill could pass away suddenly, but my sister did. We knew she didn't have a long time left, but I had seen people pass away from Cancer before and she was nowhere near 'that' point. She had attended one of my concerts only 4 days earlier. I talked to her on the phone the night before. We told each other "I love you." I remember saying, stop fighting sis. Just let go and enjoy the time you have. She said "I'll try." The next morning she was gone. She had a massive stroke and left us forever. </p>
<p>I'm going to be in the studio recording some of the beds for my upcoming CD "Plush Red Chair" on December 16th. The anniversary. Somehow it seems appropriate. My sis was my biggest fan. She came to everything I did. She picked me up when I was feeling down. She told me to get back at it when I felt like giving up. She didn't let me slack off one iota. </p>
<p>If she were still here she would be ecstatic about the recording. She would want to read lyrics. Critique them in her gentle way. Hear the tunes in their roughest form. She'd be sharing everything on Facebook and telling her friends all about what was going on. She'd be so proud of me. </p>
<p>I'll still go to call her sometimes and realize I cant. She's gone. But for the most part I am ok with it all. I'm not really sure why as I was very close to my sister. Perhaps its due to the amount of loss I've endured in my lifetime - there has been a lot. Perhaps its because i sobbed for three days straight and got it all out. Or perhaps 2016 had enough stresses of its own so as to not allow me to fully grieve. Whatever it is I'm doing OK about it all. I'm looking forward to next week. For I know that, even though it is a sad anniversary and I miss my sister, I know that she will be looking down on me going "Yay sis! I'm so happy for you." and that in itself makes me happy.</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45100332016-12-02T07:35:00-08:002016-12-14T10:33:55-08:00Moments 2016<p><span class="font_large"><strong>2016 has been an interesting year. </strong></span></p>
<p>I remember at the beginning of the year I was mourning the loss of my sister who had passed away a couple of weeks earlier. I decided that 2016 was going to be a year of experiences. That was my resolution. Experience more in life because life was short. Well - I experienced things alright, but not the way I had planned. After some reflection I will say that 2016 has been a year of Moments. Moments of pure joy, like the birth of my little grandson Adam. Moments of incredible sadness and pain. Moments experienced trying new things - like my discovery of painting - a new passion for me. Moments enjoying the burst of creativity while songwriting with Bill Sample. Moments of utter failure. Moments of frustration. Moments of shock - Donald Trump - (insert stunned silence). Moments of hearing something I've written come to life - the production of my play "Don't Call me Aggie." It has been a unique year of moments for me. </p>
<p>I'd like to tell you about one special moment experienced. It was in August. I had the chance to perform as part of the NVRC outdoor concert series. The boys and I arrived late due to obnoxious traffic. Set up for the gig was harried. There was no time to do a real sound check and I was thankful Dan Silk was at the helm. We were in good hands no matter what. We had no time to settle. We arrived. Set up and started to perform. The sun was shining. The backdrop of Panorama Park in Deep Cove stunning. The crowd full of character. I remember one audience member dancing to every song. He had an interesting way of expressing himself. Someone described his dance style as being from the Mr. Bean School of Dance, which was an accurate description. He made all of us smile and added character to the evening. I liked him. </p>
<p>But there is one moment in the evening that stands out amongst all others. <br> </p>
<hr><p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/a7d4cff027da482e190fc29152ca6435dec2aac2/medium/panorama-park.jpg?1481688407" class="size_m justify_right border_" /><br>Bill and I have written a song titled, interestingly enough, "Moment". It's a song that I wrote for my show "Divalicious" and will more than likely be included in my upcoming album. It's a simple tune about the birth of a child. I'd almost call it a lullaby. My little grandson had just been born and I wanted to sing this song in honour of his birth. Somewhere in the middle of the 2nd set of music that evening "Moment' was scheduled. Normally during an outdoor concert my song choices are upbeat and fun - but I was a new grandma and being self indulgent. I asked the audience if they would mind me singing a lullaby for my new Grandson Adam .... like they had a choice. But they clapped and sat down to listen. The band began to play and I sang the first few lines of the lyrics. "The moment I saw your face. The first moment you came in view. Was the moment my life changed and I found a love that's true." I noticed something lovely. People sat closer to each other. Couples cuddled. Their heads tilting towards each other. Children ran to the laps of their mom or dad. Everything quieted. "So much love for one person so shiny and new. And my heart grew three sizes and beat only for you." We played the song through once and Bill followed with a lovely piano solo. I looked out over the audience and saw love on their faces. Warmth from more than just the sunshine. I came back in after the solo repeating the chorus. "I never knew a love so true wrapped up in a blanket of pink or blue. I'll never leave you my whole life through. 'Cause my heart grew three sizes and beat only for you." A couple was waltzing. People were smiling. And then I noticed - that moment. Over there. And over there. And the couple dancing. And over there too. They were singing along. No one had heard this song before. It was brand new. We had just written it! And yet here they were singing along with me "'Cause my heart grew three sizes and beat only for you." That my friends was a beautiful moment for me that I will cherish for a very long time. </p>
<p>Perhaps 2017 will be a year of experiences like I had hoped 2016 would be. It remains to be seen. But moments like I just mentioned above? - I'll take any day.</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45100202016-11-04T07:35:00-07:002016-12-14T10:34:43-08:00Finding My Own Voice<p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/47e1a85881858d74120bf9e441f915a94117c25d/large/find-your-voice.jpg?1481688068" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />When I look back on my life I see it musically. </strong></span></p>
<p>The people who influenced me or lifetime highlights often taking on a specific genre or artist. The story of my life appears as an old-fashioned (now hip) vinyl LP with its grooves revealing a new transition and introducing a new song. I always have. It makes sense to me in my weird eclectic way. Music has always been an integral part of my life. Often saving me from my darkest moments. Music is a close and dear friend. It only makes sense that it titles my life's chapters. </p>
<p>For instance when I think of my mother I think of Judy Garland, or Big Band - anything from the 40's really. When I hear Judy Garland though, I think only of my mother. My father was country music. Twangy country music. God awful twangy country music. My childhood is gospel music. My teen years is Barbra Streisand. My ex husband is Elton John. Throughout my life music has titled it highlights. The album of my life continuing to grow - perhaps now a double LP. </p>
<p>It seems obvious that these last few years would be considered the Eva Cassidy era. Her music giving me inspiration and the urge to return to the stage. To pursue the dream held in the recesses of my heart for so many years, aching to come out but too afraid. Afraid of the boundaries or fences I saw all around me. Fences that with a little effort were fragile at best. One or two swift kicks and they fell or will fall, and if they don't I can just climb over them. I can see that now. But then I didn't. </p>
<p>A couple of weeks ago I was over at Bill Sample's home. We were songwriting. I have to say I love songwriting. At the moment the lyrics flow from me with relative ease. More than likely from a lifetime of being pent-up, screaming to come out, but too afraid of those darn fences. You know the ones. The "you're not good enough" fence. Or the "You're too old to just be starting out" fence. Or the "you have nothing to say" fence. Or the "who is going to like what you have to write?" fence. Oh I have miles of fences. I've been allowing them to be built my entire life. I like green pastures though. I love open spaces. I no longer want to be held in a paddock and contained. I want to run free. So, I have opened myself up to inspiration and let the lyrics, or painting, or playwriting or whatever may inspire me on a given day, let it fall where it may. It's not always perfect (actually it never is) and that doesn't matter to me. Creating is what matters. Just the act of doing. Making something. Keeping that integral part of me alive. So back to Bill's place. I was telling him about my odd way of looking at my life. My personal LP of Cayla. I said I feel as though I am moving out of the Eva Cassidy section of my life. And once I said those words I had this wonderful feeling come over me. For the first time I realized this particular section of my life was mine. For the first time it was my voice. My song. My music. My words. <br><br>I am so grateful to all of the influences I have had over the years. They have taught me so much. They have helped to shape who I am and have become. But now it is my time. My voice. What an extraordinary feeling. A foreign feeling for me, but very exciting. Very inspiring</p>
<p> </p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45099452016-10-14T07:40:00-07:002016-12-14T10:36:29-08:00Pushing Past the Fear<p><strong><span class="font_large">Fear held me in its grasp, squeezing the life from me and then …</span></strong> </p>
<p>Fear is an amazing thing. It can be fun in that “I’m on the rickety old wooden Roller Coaster at the PNE” … or “munching popcorn and watching Silence of the Lambs” sort of way. It can stop you from doing something stupid like “I wonder if I jump off this roof with my Wonder Woman cape on will I float down?”. Or, it can stop you from living. Fear can be debilitating. It can stop you from moving forward. Comfort is nice. Comfort is … well … comfortable. I like that place. I love feeling comfortable. Yoga pants and sweat shirt comfortable. Comfortable kept me in my first marriage for a few years too long. Comfortable stopped me from starting my own company. Comfortable told me singing professionally was no longer an option. Comfort … is another way of saying fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what is on the other side. Fear of failing. Oh the fear of failing is huge. </p>
<p>I’m a grown up. I’m a woman of a certain age. I’m supposed to not care what people think. I’m supposed to be a free spirit and just be. I’m not though. I try. I’m getting better at it. But fear can still hold me in its grasp. It can squeeze the life from me… and as I gasp for air I remember the words of my sister Joyce.<br> </p>
<hr><p><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/c44c4fea28465d29af17fa1a83e3d6f505d565a4/medium/joyce.jpg?1481685009" class="size_m justify_left border_" /><strong>My sister Joyce was big, bold, bossy and brassy! </strong></p>
<p>My sister Joyce was a force to be reckoned with. She was not a small woman. In fact she was rather large in comparison to me. But she had so much confidence in herself. As far as she was concerned she was Marilyn Munro with red hair and Raquel Welch rolled into one. She thought she was the sexiest thing going. The word fear was not in her vocabulary. She was tenacious. She was persistent. In one word my sister Joyce was amazing…. and bossy. </p>
<p>I lost my sister to ovarian cancer 9 years ago this February. I’ve actually lost two sisters because of ovarian cancer. My beautiful sister Sheila passed away just this past December. I no longer own ovaries because of it. I said “Doc, get these things out of me now.” It proved to be a complicated procedure, but they’re gone and I breathe a little easier at night knowing I’ve done all I can do to stop it from happening to me. </p>
<p>Before my sister Joyce passed away I visited her at her home in Tacoma, WA. She knew her time was short and she called and said come down to Tacoma and see me. It was a very difficult weekend. Saying good-bye to her, knowing that it was my final good-bye was devastating. We hugged. I sobbed like a child. I was angry. I didn’t want my sister taken away from me. But she was ready to go and tired of fighting, and oh did she fight. She had this chemo dance that she did. The other cancer patients looked at her like she was crazy. She would get up, start to sing joyously “I’m going to get my chemo. I’m going to get my chemo.” whilst dancing around the room, a mass of boobs and hips swaying. My sister was amazing. </p>
<p>On that final weekend, I crawled into bed with her, snuggling up close. I told her a dirty joke. I think it’s the only dirty joke I’ve told in my life. Why I did it I will never know, but somehow it seemed right. She laughed and laughed and laughed. A weak laugh, but a laugh that brings a smile to my face as I type. 30 minutes later she laughed again. She apparently liked my joke. </p>
<p>I asked her whether she thought she had worked too much (she was a mortgage broker and had worked an enormous amount of hours during her heyday). I had read about people regretting their work hours on their death beds and I was just embarking on my own business at the time. So I asked. Her face lit up. Her eyes opened wide. She seemed to beam as she said to me “No. I made lots of money!” Then she laughed and said, “I got to travel, and buy my boat, and the houses. I had a great time!”. She badgered me again about becoming a mortgage broker myself. Ugh. Joyce. Let it be! Please. </p>
<p>I asked her if she had any advice for me and she quickly said this – “Don’t let fear stop you from doing something you really want to do.” You see I lacked the confidence of my sister. Here I was with all of this talent and zero confidence. I thought I wasn’t young enough. I wasn’t thin enough. I was a ‘wanna be’. The list went on and on freezing me in place. Keeping me in my comfort zone of complacency. My sister saw this and kindly gave me those 13 words that would change my life forever.</p>
<p>After many tears I returned home to Vancouver. My sis left us only a few days later leaving the world a little less shiny. A little less vivacious. A little less amazing. </p>
<p>If my sister had not told me those words I would never have written the Eva Cassidy: How Can I keep from Singing show. A show that has seen full audience standing ovations with every performance. A show that has received rave reviews. A show that has taken on a life of its own. If my sister Joyce had not said those words, I would have been too afraid to ask the musicians I work with now on a regular basis to work with me. I would have been too afraid to … well … I would have stayed in my comfort zone. </p>
<p>Have I suddenly turned into my sister.? Abandoning all fear? Hell no. I now deal with new fears – here they are: </p>
<p>I’ve written a play – “Don't Call me Aggie!” This is a play/play. The real deal. Actors. Lighting. No singing. A play. I had inspiration while on a walk, told my husband my idea, then went down to my office and wrote furiously for two days. One person hummed and hawed over the script. One person! And that was enough for me to delete the file on my computer! Fortunately my husband kept a printed copy and sent it out to a few people unbeknownst to me. It got picked up and we’re now doing a three-week run of it in September. Fear? Yes. What if people hate it? What if its boring? “Holy Moly” as Grandpa would say. Am I going to do it? Yes I am. </p>
<p>I’m working with Bill Sample on my Debut CD. Writing original songs with him for it. Who debuts an album at my age? What if the songs suck? I have no money for it and a huge budget. Fear? Yes you could say that. Am I going to do it? Why, yes I am. </p>
<p>I’m currently writing my new show Divalicious! – again songwriting with Bill and writing the very personal script. Of course I have no money. What if people hate it? What if people think I’m self-indulgent? What if…What if? … Fear? Yes. Huge amounts of it. Am I going to do it? Yes I am. </p>
<p>I’ve come to realize Fear is just an emotion and that staying in your comfort zone sucks. If you receive anything from this post receive this – Keep moving forward. Swallow the fear and just try. In the words of my much-loved sister Joyce … </p>
<p>"Don't let fear stop you from doing something you really want to do." </p>
<p>Cayla</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45100172016-09-09T07:35:00-07:002017-03-27T17:06:27-07:00The Beauty and the Magic in Failure<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I felt sheer panic. I looked at the audience as they sat there smiling in anticipation. I opened my mouth to sing and in that instant I knew I was in big trouble... </strong></span></p>
<p>Last year my husband and I decided to do a special Christmas performance. We rented out the beautiful Kay Meek Studio theatre. We booked the perfect weekend. It was a gamble, but as a couple we have become used to taking theatrical gambles. There is magic in the gamble. Or at least there had been so far. </p>
<p>I have a guide post that helps me make decisions. It's rather simple. I ask myself Would I regret it if I didn't do ________ and I fill in the blank. I've come to realize that that simple question helps me to get past the fear of the unknown a lot. Will I regret if I die and have never jumped out of a plane? The answer to that is no. Would I regret it if I never bungee jumped, or climbed Kilimanjaro? Again, the answer would be no. But would I regret not ever recording an album? That would be a big yes. Or producing Divalicous! ? Another big yes. So, a year ago I asked myself the same question, would I regret not putting on this Christmas evening we had planned ... and the answer was yes. A big yes. So off we went making the plans to present an "Old Fashioned Christmas". </p>
<p>We had a beautiful evening planned. The first half was my husband's show Grandpa 'n Me, which we had written a special Christmas scene for. Following the one-act would be an intermission and then I would come out, along with Bill Sample on the grand piano and sing some familiar and not so familiar Christmas tunes. There were stories planned, and sing-a-longs. Beautiful songs. It was going to be a wonderful evening. An evening for family. Togetherness. Fun. Warm and cozy. We should have no trouble selling tickets. I mean, it was Christmas time right? </p>
<p>Ten days before the show opened we had sold at the most 10 tickets over the entire three nights of performances. I kept waiting for the rush to come in, but it never did. My calmness left. I began worrying. A lot. I could barely sleep. What were we going to do? At the rate we were going we would owe the theatre money after the run. We were in big trouble. I became desperate. An awful place to be. I didn't handle it well. Panic is not an outfit I look very good in. We pondered cancelling the show, but were too close to opening to do it contractually. More wide-eyed, sleepless night panic ensued. I sought out a loan from my sister, just in case things went sideways. God please don't let things go sideways. I followed my gut? What was happening? </p>
<p>Thankfully, a day or two before the show, tickets began to sell. Not enough to break even but enough to give us some hope that we may, hallelujah and Merry Christmas to all, not owe the theatre that much at the end of the run. Vancouver is such a last-minute town. My word people! Stop doing that! Anyway, I felt like perhaps I could relax and simply enjoy performing. And then ... I felt it. That familiar tickle in the back of my throat. An itchy ear. A slight chill. A cold was coming (more than likely from all that panic) and it was one day before we opened. No! This couldn't be happening to me! I willed it away. I drank my trusty cold killer tea (fresh ginger, honey and lemon) and thought to myself, It's nothing I'll be fine. It wasn't. I woke up opening day sounding like Barry White with a cold but not nearly as sexy. Seriously? </p>
<p>When my husband and I produce a show, my husband is the guy who helps put the set together and make sure the props are all in theatre, he's great at putting posters up and of course writing a great play - but I'm the gal who does the business end of things and also does the tech side - which is laughable, since I am about as un-technical as you can get, except perhaps for my husband - he is even worse. So, I am the one who is in the lighting booth, or in this case several feet away from the booth so as not to get the lighting person ill (you'd have thought I had the plague. She stopped short of hanging bulbs of garlic on the wall). Opening day I had to talk for 6 hours straight, while we built the lighting and sound cues for both shows. The entire time sounding like dear sexy Barry White. I felt slightly worse as each hour passed. </p>
<p>Finally done (Kay Meek staff are incredibly competent) it was time to get ready to do my role in Grandpa 'n Me. I knew as soon as I spoke that it was going to be an interesting evening. I sounded like a man in drag as I narrated this beautiful show. I had not had a chance to even think about how I would handle the second part of the show. As the show progressed the more worried I became. I had no plan B. Panic was rearing its ugly head again. </p>
<p>Now, I have sung with a cold before. I have sung with a bad cold and have done fine. But this, this was something different. I was really ill. I was burning up with a fever. I should have been in bed with a whiskey and a good book. But instead me and my 1-900 voice were telling the story of Grandpa 'n Me. During intermission I saw Bill. I bellowed a bass Hi. He just stared at me. "You've got to be kidding." "Nope. Do you have a solo you can play? I'm in big trouble." </p>
<p>Oh, I was in big trouble. As it turned out I had a vocal range of about three notes, all of which were low. Really low. I had all these songs prepared that were beautiful yet challenging and I was going to massacre each and every one of them one. In front of a paying audience no less. Thankfully, I had prepared some poems to read which sounded lovely enough when spoken by Barry, but other than that it all felt like a disaster. I was apologetic on stage. A big No.No. Desperate to fix the situation. Yet there was absolutely nothing I could do to fix it. I had to fix it! I had to! This beautiful audience had paid money to come and see me perform and I was not performing at all. I felt horrible. The audience was very kind to me. I, however wasn't. I was ruthless to myself. I went home and cried. I was a failure. </p>
<p>The next day I was on the phone trying to find a fellow musicians to sing in my place. No such luck. Everyone was either already ill or booked. Why can't I fix this??? So, I cut a couple of songs from the show, asked the lovely Saige Woolley from Grandpa 'n Me to join me on stage for some duets (she would sing the high stuff), added a piano solo for Bill. We'll have a sing-a-long! It will be ok....perhaps. That evening was a little better. Much better actually. I wasn't so desperate looking or apologetic. The audience seemed to have a good time. When I got home though, again I was ruthless to myself. No tears, but ruthless. </p>
<p>Then it happened. I let go. I was not going to be able fix this. It was what it was so I may as well let nature take its course. I'm a person who likes to control things. I want them done right. I like every minute detail to be covered. But in this particular situation I had no control. None at all. I could not fix it. It just was. So I let go and I... my friends ... never let go. </p>
<p>There truly is magic in letting go. It was the Saturday performance. The lovely Saige again joined me for a duet. Bill did his piano solo. There was the sing-a-long. </p>
<p>My voice now sounded like a strange mix Barry White and Rod Stewart. </p>
<p>I went with it. I relaxed. </p>
<p>My daughter and Me. </p>
<p>I sang Let it Snow with my daughter. She had come into town to see the show. She was nervous. Her first time singing with her mama and before a paying audience. The audience shared the precious moment with me. A moment I'll never forget. A mama and her girl. She was so nervous, I held her hand. We looked at each other and sang. She calmed a little. The audience ate it up. It was wonderful. <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/83911f610640d7a06294423d37f7e06db381137e/original/lauren-mama-singing-christmas-2015-1024x768.jpg?1481687855" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>The show was homey and beautiful. Everything I had wanted it to be. We all laughed together. Listened to the stories. I asked for volunteers and a bunch came on stage. We were all in it together working as a team. It was unique. Special. Beautiful. The second to last tune in the show was a blues number "Merry Christmas Baby" which I would have rocked had I been well. When I started to sing it I realized my range had increased by say 1 or 2 notes. Eureka! I went for it, singing it as best as I could. I gave it everything I had. Which left absolutely nothing for the final song., Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I was done. I had done my very best for the past three nights. I had given my all and now I was spent - one song too early. I was missing every other note. This time I didn't apologize. I didn't panic. No. I had let go remember? I simply looked at the audience and said. "I need your help." I got it. This beautiful audience sang. They sang strong. They sang true. We were one. "And have yourself a merry little Christmas now." I get chills thinking about it. It was beautiful.It was magic. Pure magic. It was Christmas. </p>
<p>I leaned a huge lesson that weekend. Trust me, I never want to experience something like that again. It was incredibly stressful. I did; however, realize the peace that comes from letting go and just being. We took the gamble and some may view it all as a failure. Although things didn't turn out the way we had planned, we still entertained. The audience got what was on the bill - an old-fashioned Christmas. There can be magic in a perceived failure if only we look for it and simply let go. </p>
<p>Oh and by the way .... we broke even. I think we had a little left over to buy me some more ginger for my tea.</p>Cayla Brooketag:caylabrooke.com,2005:Post/45099472016-08-05T07:35:00-07:002018-11-11T12:16:33-08:00Words Are Free - It's How You Use Them That Cost You!<p><span class="font_large"><strong><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/17fbefc17892182c66d73746991feee172672176/original/blog-post-19.png/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsImxhcmdlIl1d.png" class="size_xl justify_center border_" />I sat there in stunned silence reading the email. I was hurt. Stung by the words I saw ... </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It's World Kindness Day. What a lovely thought. I'm trying to do that more. Chat </span><span class="font_large">with</span><span class="font_large"> the grocery clerk about his/her day. Smile at the person on the street. Hold doors open for people. Be more friendly. It's not that I'm not friendly - I am. I'm just usually busy thinking about this or that, trying to get somewhere and tend to forget about my surroundings. </span><span class="font_large">As</span><span class="font_large"> I said, I'm working on it. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">That said, I have an opinion on just about anything. If you ask me for it, I'll tell you. Did you know I'm the unknown Simon Cowell of theatre performances, movies and concerts? Just ask my husband. He's the only subscriber to my reviews... and in </span><span class="font_large">reality</span><span class="font_large">, he isn't a subscriber ... he just has to listen to them because we're married and </span><span class="font_large">it's</span><span class="font_large"> in our contract. If I were an actual reviewer ... </span><span class="font_large">well</span><span class="font_large">, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty and I'd have to go by a pseudonym. I'm a stickler for pace. Honesty in performance. Voice quality. Connection with the audience. Costumes. Lighting. Direction. Very seldom do I get lost in a performance or a movie. It's sad really. But it's just the way my mind works. I have been lost in performances before though. One time was when I saw the absolutely brilliant actress Nicola Cavendish perform in the </span><span class="font_large">one-woman</span><span class="font_large"> show Shirley Valentine. She captivated me and I became absolutely lost in the story. The second time was when I went to see Cookin' at the Cookery. What a wonderful show. Again I was lost in the story, the music and the stellar performances. Those two shows stand out in my mind above all the rest. I was lost in the movie "Waking Ned Divine" as well. Wonderful performances by all. Don't think I let myself off the hook. I am the hardest on myself, My reviews of my own performances can be ruthless. I am without a doubt my worst critic. Something else I am working on...speaking kindly to myself. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>I have never; however, thought nor cared about the look of someone's knees. Ever. </strong></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">In 2015 I was performing on Vancouver Island with a week run of Eva Cassidy: How Can I Keep from Singing. A show I wrote and debuted in 2013. We had wonderful audiences and they seemed to really enjoy t</span><span class="font_large">he</span><span class="font_large"> show. I received lots of emails, Facebook posts and was stopped in the street a few times by audience members who had seen the show the night prior and had a great time. It felt good. It's always nice to hear from fans and their thoughts on things. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">I remember receiving an email from a lovely woman two years after she had seen the Eva Cassidy show in 2013. She had tracked down my email address and wanted to share with me the impact the show had on her and her life...two years later. You see just prior to the show her Husband (age 50) was put into a home because he had developed a severe case of Alzheimer's. A week later her teenage son died from an accidental drug overdose. Can you imagine? All that in two weeks. Devastating. She already had purchased tickets to the debut run of my show at the Kay Meek Theatre and decided to attend anyway - only one week after her only son had passed away. In her </span><span class="font_large">email</span><span class="font_large">, she shared that the evening of music and the story resonated with her. That it had somehow helped her to get through her terrible tragedy. That it gave her some inner peace. That even two years later, she felt the need to tell me how much it had impacted her life. That my friends </span><span class="font_large">is</span><span class="font_large"> a humbling email to receive. I cried when I read it. How kind for someone to take the time to share with me something as beautiful as that. I was incredibly humbled and grateful. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">On the flip side, after the run on Vancouver Island this past year I received amongst the accolades an email from a woman who told me she really enjoyed the show. She thought it was lovely and that my voice was quite lovely. Then she said she felt compelled to tell me that I shouldn't wear dresses on stage. Apparently, my knees are too fat and incredibly unattractive. I should wear pants when performing from now on. She then added that I wasn't graceful and should consider wearing flats as well. Let that sink in for a moment. Really? Really? That too was a humbling email to receive. I almost cried when I read it. It hurt. My knees? I looked at my knees. True they weren't like they used to be. I had always been told I had nice legs though ... and here one comment was wiping out all the compliments I had received through the years. I felt insecure. Frumpy. Sad. I promptly deleted her email. I showed her! And then I got angry... </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_large"><strong>WHAT THE HELL DO MY KNEES HAVE TO DO WITH MY SINGING??????? WHERE DOES SHE GET OFF SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT?????? </strong></span><br> </p>
<hr><p><span class="font_large"><img src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/233359/a78f625b50c52e7fc68f369fc90b246a1796a74f/original/cayla.jpg?1481687641/!!/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg?1481687641" class="size_m justify_left border_none" alt="Look at those knees!" />Sadly, I will admit I have had to work through that women's cruel and unnecessary comments. The next time I sang I wore pants. I never wear pants when I sing. But I did that time. When I sat on my stool to sing a song I thought, "Well at least no one can see my fat knees." I was thinking about my freaking knees while I was performing! I had never thought about my knees while performing before. Thinking about my knees while I'm performing takes me out of the actual performance. Takes away my connection with the audience, with the music. Makes me less honest on stage. Those are the things I'm a stickler for. Another bad review from the unknown Simon Cowell. Thank you, random </span><span class="font_large">woman</span><span class="font_large">, who decided to tell me her opinion about my knees. Thank you so much. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">It's OK to have an opinion - we all have them. It took me a long time; however, to realize not everyone wants to hear mine ... which is ironic seeing as I write a blog. But you dear reader can choose to read it ... or not. Agree with me ... or not ... </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Don't get me wrong. We can't shy away from criticism. It's everywhere and can at times be the one thing that makes us dig in our heels and go "You think so? </span><span class="font_large">Well</span><span class="font_large">, I'll show you." I've had people say to me they don't like my voice. One reviewer </span><span class="font_large">said</span><span class="font_large">, "I didn't have a particularly strong voice." Ummm ... ok. One choir director said to me "my voice was not pleasing to listen to." One adjudicator </span><span class="font_large">said</span><span class="font_large">, "I lacked stage presence." None of these statements were pleasant to listen to, but I listened. I either learned from them or let them roll like water off a duck's back. My knees though. I can't do anything about my knees. My knees are ... my knees. Why attack my knees? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">This 'Anti-Social Media' era where adults think they can bully or tear someone down at any time and that their 'opinion' is wanted or warranted is so damaging. We see it all the time. She's a bad parent. He's a jerk. She's a 10. He's fat. She's ugly. And now politics. Lefties, snowflakes, libtards. RePugnants. Deplorables. Enemies of the people. And on and on. I say fill the world with light. Think before we speak. My reviews are still my reviews. I will continue to be the unknown Simon Cowell to my follower of one. I will continue to give my constructive criticism if someone asks for it. But I will never tear down a performance because someone had fat knees. Or she had man hands. Or... It was funny on Seinfeld but in real life? - not so much. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_large">Since I originally wrote this blog the world has become even more angry. We can't seem to agree on anything. We are divided more than ever. We've lost the ability to see the humanity in each other. Wouldn't you rather live in a kinder world? I would. We can do our part by guarding our words. Look for the humanity in each other. Search for what we have in common rather than what makes us different. <br><br>Thank you for taking the time to read this blog. It means a lot to me. Kindness is important. I thought one way I could take part is to have a contest. It's on my Facebook Page. The Winner will be announced on Saturday at 5pm. <a contents="Click here for details" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.facebooke.com/caylabrooke" target="_blank">Click here for details</a>.</span></p>
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