Thank you :)

Hi Guys,

Just wanted to say thanks for visiting my blog.

Much love, light & peace to you. :*
xxM

Shaping my world again, one step at a time.

"What exactly are you doing these days...?"

I keep getting asked this question, so I'm throwing it up here.

Exactly?

Well, besides the fact that I'm moving forward, one step at a time, there just isn't a simple answer to that. If you fancy sticking around to know more, perhaps grab yourself a cup of tea :).

At the moment, I'm in a studio just outside of Vienna, awaiting my turn to do a voiceover, for an infomercial. 

Yep, número uno, I'm doing voice work, & why not :)? I totally love it!!  

It was a couple of years ago, upon meeting a friend (for the first time), that I ever thought it even possible, that my voice was "special." After that one time, he said if could, he would bottle up my voice, just so he could hear it whenever he pleased. :) 

I took that as a compliment, and carried on, not paying attention to that conversation for a while.  

In a not so weird series of events, rather synchronistic, last year, my name made its way into the voicecasting world, where my voice has come in handy. I've done a couple of plays for radio, and just last week did a voiceover for a film about an opera house in central Slovakia, which tickled my interest, and was the catalyst in listening to hours of Verdi...

5minute call to the studio-back in a bit!!! 

Now, the voice working is coming in handy, as i finished writing my first fairy tale, and without a doubt, will do an audio version, perhaps even before the hard copy! 

Yes yes, I wasn't kidding. It was in the works last year, over the summer, and for a few months, I was afraid I may not finish it as my creativity spilled into no man's land, leaving me dry.

But, with the turn of the year, I finished my tale, not a moment sooner that I was to. Writing has been on the forefront of my mind, well, along with a flurry of food experiments!  

When creativity is in full swing, I either wake up and cook, or write. This isn't every single day, and there is a fine balance for it to even exist-spending a portion of "time," interacting with others, and being solo. 

In my dreams, I see "Piyar & Soliel," coming to life through Hay House Publishing. The whole script sits atop my work desk, and speaks to me. I never know what the next step is, and follow my intuition. Often time, guidance comes to me during meditation. That's how I roll :)) 

Other than the writing, voice work, cooking (just started "Cooking With Maruška," last night, whereby a friend is invited over, who invites his/her friends), and I cook for & with them, whilst they ask questions, take notes, and sample the food as we go along, (through the process of cooking, as my wish is to teach via taste, to develop a sense for flavours, and different combinations, experimenting etc).

This year will see me return to teaching yoga, and meditation classes, which I'm incredibly excited for. Gone are the fast energy workouts from my old Bootcamp program, replaced by more conscious movements involving the spirit. 

What else...? Well, let's leave it at that for now, but there's more :) 

Remember: do what you love and love what you do, that's when everything else falls into place. And be patient with yourself, please. 

Much love and light to you :*

Surprises Given and Recieved..

Having said farewell to my folks and my brother in Toronto a month ago, I passed through security, and headed to my assinged gate.
I reached into my bag to pull out my notebook for the usual round of writing in an airport, but, in doing so,  I was surprised to find a Christmas card.
Already high in emotions, I teared up thinking, my goodness, Nicky (my youngest sister), must have slipped it into my purse at some point before our long farewell, where we were locked in an embrace, crying our eyes out.

With the first chance I had, I sent her a whasapp message to say thanks for the surpise, that I'll read it when i get home, in private. BUT, before I got home, I recieved a message from her, that "someone," beat her to it. The card was not from her. My heart quite literally, skipped a beat. Sonny.

Allow me to digress for a moment, please.
It was 19 December, a Wednesday, and our father had come home to pick us girls up (my 3 sisters and I), to take us to the hospital to see our baby brother, who'd been born the evening before, 7:38pm. In the deep of winter, it was a beautiful sunny day, and that's exactly how he got his nick name. Our little angel had arrived, at long last, and the four of us girls were on a natural high. (So much so that poor dad got a ticket because Nicky (who was 5 at the time), was too excited to be kept in a seatbelt).

He was our baby, (all of ours), and he was the centre of our universe. I even missed Wrestlmania 2, once putting Little Sunshine (sorry bro), to sleep. He was just under 4 months old, and he'd fallen asleep whilst I was holding him (who dare move a warm, cuddly sleeping baby off their chest (especially at 9 years old!), and I thought I'd just lay down for a few moments with him, and did so without waking him. There I slept, with him on my chest, the whole night through.

I was livid in the morning that no one woke me up- I mean L.I.V.I.D.  (I confess, I was the biggest wrestling fan in the world..yes yes, Hogan all the way :| )..But looking back, those were precious moments.

In any case, I was talking about a surprise, wasn't I..? ;)

So, the card, wasn't from Nicky, it was Sonny. I opened my surprise, read it and just stayed in peace and quiet for some time afterwards, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Why was I so surprised...? Not that my bro isn't thoughtful and capable of something so touching, you just don't expect this kind of thing from a guy. Chicks always do these kind of things, right? Like slipping a bag of (hershey's) kisses into a backpack for our love, one for each day he's away, or leaving a note in the pocket of his shirt that he's prepped to wear the next day, or one in a book he's reading etc etc etc...We just do this kind of stuff, or ok, I do...Did.

Not a poser, rather photogenic as heck!

The card touched me deeply because I remember the tiny baby in my arms, who's turned into this, incredible, compassionate, caring (and not to mention, dashing!!), young man (with a old wise soul), who's telling me "Never forget who you are, what you are & where you came from...continue to stay and be strong, I believe in you and the sky's the limit....."
See what I mean...?

...My bro. I love ya. It was a  tough ride to us, but you made it. Another lifetime, and so many more lessons learned....

The best part is that with all the healing (clink on link, for my previous post on healing with my parents), that was going on at home, another circle was complete. (Often now, I think in circles, that once a lesson has been learned, and a pattern broken, the circle is whole again).

In closing, I went home over Christmas (after not having had a Christmas there in 8 years), surprised my parents, grandma and sister (not having seen them in 2 years), and it was my brother who was in on it all, my partner in crime. He closed the "surprise circle," with the card he left in my bag, (and a USB key, which I only decided to insert into my computer only yesterday, FULL of awesome stuff - from meditations, to awesome films, and fab audio books). Sonny, thank you, infinitely.

Feeling truely blessed... <3

An infomercial two days ago, and a music video today :)

What an awesome day:).

I had the humble privilege of playing a part in a music video today. Not just any video, but one which resonated with my being.

If you haven't heard of her yet, give her a listen: Ms. Celeste-an absolute powerhouse; singer, songwriter, author, philanthropist, etc etc etc (not to mention beautiful inside & out, whilst being incredibly down to earth) - Buckingham, a rising starlet. 

The video? "I'm Not Sorry," a video about women, not apologizing for being who and what we are. Sound familiar....? I think I sing that tune in many of my posts, from Facebook, to google+, to blogger, Instagram & twitter. 

But you want to know the coolest part? Meeting all of the women involved, most of whom I had at least a short chat with, and some longer, but it's got to be said, that we all didn't end up ther by fluke or because we're lucky. In that studio today, there were lifetimes worth of stories, and it look forward to our paths crossing again, if indeed we're meant to. 

Feeling pretty blessed, and greatly humbled. My work over the last two decades is paying off. 

Peace & love to all of you <3

Night rambles, and pissing myself. Seriously.

So it's a quarter after 1am, and sleep evades me. I'm totally wired after my first official,  "Cooking with Maruška," evening, (whereby I invite a friend for dinner, who invites her/her friends), which was a huge success. :))

Now then, not being able to sleep, coupled with having to run to the loo, I was reminded of a time about a decade ago, when I actually couldn't hold me pee (lets not be so formal, kay..?), and actually whizzed myself whilst in partial sleep, with my then husband next to me. It was all kind of dream like, and to be honest, all I remember was this great warmth, then panick, and finally, sheer embarrassment, as I had to wake up my ex, that I needed to strip the sheets asap, because I just peed in my sleep!!!! 

Worst of all, it wasn't the first nor last time. Though I know it was a couple other times, the one I remember is of returning home after a night out with my girlfriends and I just couldn't park my car fast enough. Like a child, I just pissed myself, and let it be. 

You see, the lack of control I had with my bladder, was a side effect to the mood stabilizers and anti-depressants I was taking. The ones that had been prescribed to me by a professional, by a psychiatrist , after speaking to me, once, for 15 minutes. (I'd love to have a conversation with him now, and ask him the basis for the prescription...or well, maybe not. That time is long gone).  I'd talked about depression, and my ex-husband talked about my fits of anger, moodiness, and the depression too, along with the grandiose ideas, etc. Some form of mania, not bipolar, but along the same lines, was the diagnosis. 

It never quite felt right to be on the meds, but I had to try to save my marriage somehow, and thought at least this would calm me down.  The meds certainly calmed down my bladder, that's for certain!! 

Not too long after, I sat across from my GP, who after conducting a physical examination on me, & did the usual-asked me what's going on in life, AND why on earth was I on these meds!?!? 

[Present moment: wouldn't you know, after numerous attempts of scanning my memory, for the life of me I couldn't remember her name, and it just came to me!!!! Just googled and found her, which is incredibly exciting because she was the catalyst to the huge change in my life].

My doctor told me what I already knew, that there was nothing wrong with me, (in the grand scheme of things-I had my share of issues, BUT),  and I needed to be free. Interesting no? How two professionals were on completely opposite ends of the spectrum. I'm grateful to both actually, for I got a taste of life in a cage, which I opted against, opened it and flew out...

Phew...I think I can sleep now. But note to self: send my old doc (one of numerous angels), a beautiful message later today. I never saw her again after that last visit...