A few weeks ago, my astrologer (read: a dear friend who happens to be an astrologer, and looks at my star chart for fun) informed me that I must be “out and around” on the weekend of the 27^th, since my planets will be aligned/squared/eclipsing/whatever and that the universe is poised to reward me, if only I get “out there” in the world and cultivate my good energy. “It’ll be good for you!” he encouraged me.

I liked this tiny bit of nudging to break out of my normal Saturday routine. When not working, I like to spend the first bit of Saturday in pajamas, watching old Hanna Barbera cartoons, complete with 70s and 80s commercials (sometimes I just watch the commercials!) with the next bit of the day doing chores and making lists for the coming week. I do my best to not leave the house on Saturdays, but was open to new ideas coming my way.

I wanted to plan for this day, but not over-plan, and I wanted it to consist of things I might not do, and of simple pleasures. (It would be easy enough to book a spa appointment, go to a resort restaurant, mall, or movie theatre, but these go-to type indulgences were not what I was looking for). 
My darling friend, Michelle, a professional yogi with the type of spirit that could calm a room of hungry hyenas with her gentle voice and tranquil demeanor, always reminds me to “elevate the mundane and make it ritual”. This concept became part of my goal.

I reached out to close friends, and the girls in my neighborhood (I’m one of these extremely lucky ladies to have a handful of soul-sisters, right on her very street!) and was open for suggestions on things I could do that I don’t normally do, that were within a modest budget, and that I could do alone (even with other people there, I wanted to move thought my day and interact without blinders that go on when with friends you want to immerse yourself in). The brainstorm was fantastic, yielding a slew of ideas I would not thought of alone; Volunteering, obscure museum visits, hikes, walks, tours….my subconscious started to formulate a loose plan over the week…a plan I let take shape on its own, as if I were in the background, observing it as it unfolded. 

Even with recent “budget-cuts” of a personal nature, one of my few modest extravagances is fresh roses…I always have fresh roses, even if it’s the smallest bouquet (no cable television, or even Netflix, but roses? Yes, indeed!). A new friend of mine mentioned this week that she works with the Rose Society, and she volunteers some Saturdays to tend the East Valley Rose Garden. I asked if I could come along sometime, and she invited me for this weekend!

My Saturday started, early morning, in sturdy clothing and sunhat, gloves on, and nippers in hand. Now, I should mention here that many a lovely rose bush have died in my care due to improper tending. I utterly fear cutting roses back. Just the thought of hacking them to canes can give me a mild anxiety attack…even trimming those beautiful leaves can give me heart-palpitations, not to mention lopping off the old rose heads (“dead-heading”, it’s called) where gorgeous roses (albeit, ones clearly “dying on the vine”) end up cut and in a compost heap. But, today was different. I listened to the head Rosarian and curator of this amazing garden (nine-hundred rose bushes!) and, keeping an open mind, headed to a garden bed, shears in hand, ready. With some direction and a lot more freedom than I’d anticipated, I cut back roses, analyzed how future canes would grow, and made decisions on what to keep, and what had to go, bush by bush.

At the end of the morning, I culled through some of the cut piles to pilfer some gorgeous roses for a table vase, and plucked two petals off of a dying wild rose vine.

I carried these petals home in my palm, and when deposited at my front door, headed straight to the hardware store across the street. I wanted to paint-match these precious petals, and time was of the essence! Due to their deep fushia-red-orange hue, the man at the counter had a difficult time “tricking” the computer into reading my petals. After a bit of formula-calculation and camera positioning, my color image was read with a robotic eye, paint was mixed and poured into a little sample can, and I was on my way. I’d captured lighting in a bottle! The petals were changing and wilting as I’d checked out at the cash register. Capturing the perfect moment of the morning was done, not just on an iPhone camera, but in a paint can. Not sure what I'll paint, yet, but, whatever it is, it will surely remind me of this beautiful morning. 

The rest of my day followed the positive energy cultivated in the rose garden. I went home for lunch, made a lemon caper linguine, using lemons given to me by a client, and gave myself a much-needed pedicure while listening to a favorite French compilation album from the 1930s that I haven’t put the needle on for….years, I think! (Maurice Chevalier AND roses? So far so good!)

I decided I’d spend the next couple of hours touring my city, as it is tourist season and others are converging on our part of the Sonoran Desert for it’s perfect weather and unique beauty.

I walked along with “new eyes”, ducking into old souvenir shops and chatting with shopkeepers and visitors. 

While on my way to a grassy lawn with sculpture I love in the area, I paused at a tiny museum that I’d seen, but never really took notice of. I went in for the self-guided tour, and learned so much about the development of this part of my native home that I’d never known. Fascinating! And somewhat embarrassing…how had I not known these little details about a city I love so much!? Getting from point A to point B, I’d passed this place more times than I could count, yet, this was the first time I’d stopped. It made me see things from a different perspective.

My daughter and I play this game when we’re out: Whenever we’re somewhere with stairs (the mall, the airport, the main library…) we play what we call the “Stair Game”. The “game” is simply this: find the stairs, and climb at least a hundred of them. Today, I played the stair game…in high heels! It was a challenge to keep my breath steady, and to keep my posture and grace while playing the game.

My bestie in L.A. reminded me to visit a particular rooftop terrace, that we both love, today (he can be quite a food and event snob, but really, at his core, he loves the same simple pleasures that I do) and I did so, at sunset. This was the ‘beginning of the end’ of my day, and it was perfect.

Today, I pitched a penny into a fountain, and made a wish.

Today, I found a charm for my Sterling charm bracelet from childhood.

Today, I purchased a fancy tea that I always forgo because it’s the type of thing that is just “too expensive” when, in reality, a full tin of it is less than the cost of a couple of cocktails at a local resort.

Today, I met a local artist whose work I love and hope to own a small piece of, someday.

Today, I sat in a photo booth by myself and took silly pictures.

Today, I engaged, I was thoughtful, and I lived in the moment, every moment.

Where did being “out there” get me? Well, it didn’t get me a winning lottery ticket, to a higher tax-bracket, or huge success with my small business. But what it gave me were invaluable, simple lessons I tend to forget:

*Pruning is vital to new growth.

*When going from Point A to Point B, enjoy the journey (however short), not just the destination.

*And, when life (or a kind acquaintance) gives you lemons….cook with them, and put them in your fancy tea!

Now, in bed in my pajamas (a favorite set of pretty ones that I don’t wear nearly enough), I feel almost guilty that the simplicity of today…experiencing my city, connecting with my authentic self, and being reminded of the type of life lessons I consider to have solidified my very foundation….had to be prompted by a friend who happened to see what the stars held for me. I’m grateful (to you, G!) but wish I could say this is they type of simple, satisfying life I lead on any given Saturday, and promise myself to reconnect like this much more often in 2016.

Try it yourself! Given the same advice and prompting I had, what would you do? How would you spend your Saturday? (And that's rhetorical…answer that question to yourself, and then go live the answer, one Saturday at a time).