Something To sparkle about- It's Pink Saturday's 4th Birthday, andThis Cowgirl with Spirit is 73!! Seriously??

HELLO My sparkly Friends!!!

OMG- Looky what I have found-

Say hello to Mimi Kirk- 

My new Sparkle from the inside out inspiration Angel!!!

I just came across Mimi Kirk yesterday while googling for something- I forgot what, but OMG wow is all I can say! 
When I read that she was 73 years old, 
I was completely in awe by how incredible she looked. She was born in 1938!!

When I visited Mimi’s website
the story of of her healthy lifestyle she embraces  inspired me to revisit my experimenting with juicing  raw food. 
This was Mimi 4 years ago before raw food

and after just four years of eating right!
 I have taken Mimi on as my personal  role model( she doesn't know it yet)! Her  care of her body and her diet has made it possible not only for her to look and feel like a much younger person, and glowing health makes it easy to live life abundantly. Here is what I found out about Mimi…

Mimi prefers a raw, vegan diet – she says it makes her feel so much better after eating raw foods than cooked foods. She is also happy knowing that eating vegan is compassionate towards animals. She became a vegetarian back in her 30's because of the cruelty aspect.  I found this quote 
"My energy level is amazing and I think I look better than I did when I was just a vegan and not eating raw foods. 
I think one can still eat processed foods as a vegan, but there is not much of a chance when eating raw that you will be consuming processed foods. So I think, personally, it is a healthier choice all around that I have embraced.”

When did she start eating this way?
When Mimi turned 69, she became a raw vegan because as she says "my blood pressure and cholesterol were up and I was starting to feel arthritic pains in my joints." 
LOOK at what 4 years eating raw will do!!!

According to Mimi, after just six months, her body had healed and everything was normal- all without taking any prescriptions drugs.

So what makes Mimi Sparkle?
Mimi believe passion for life, love, friendships, looking forward to the future, exercise, passion, compassion, laughter and knowing how to manage stress all contribute to a long, healthy life.”

Her philosophy?
“Love.”

So my sparkly friends- the beauty of Mimi for me is that she is not linked to any new diet product or exercise machine- she is living proof that what we put in our bodies as fuel determines how our "engines" will run.

You can't put french fry oil in your car and expect high performance...

Your engine will seize and you will be left with a pile of junk.

I don't know about you, but want I to look and feel like Mimi when I am 73!

You don't have to go cold turkey and join an ashram-

Start by simply adding 1 or 2 fresh veggie/fruit juices like my fave- Organic Apple, celery and Ginger.

If you don't have a juicer yet- try them at your local healthfood store and see if you like them.

I started this morning with a juice and plan to greet each day that way- and begin to add raw recipes a little at a time.

We will see about full on Raw Food later... lol

If you want to try Mimi's recipes

this is her book

I ordered it yesterday.

Mimi also wrote
Cowgirl Spirit
Solid women, Strong friendships and 
Stories from the frontier 
HOW
can you not LOVE this gal???

I have a link to it on the sidebar!

 Since it is Pink Saturday's Birthday this weekend,
Here are some lovely raw Pink veggies!!

Enjoy My Sweeties!!!
Sparkly Hugs,
Tobi and the Pixies!
Linking To
Pink Saturday
NiftyThriftyTuesday- It cost me Nothing!

Sparkling Secret-Paradigm Shift: There is Always Enough Love

 The World is So Breathtakingly Beautiful.

So awesomely delightful

 We feel our greatest
JOY
when we are
 filled with Love and Awe,

humble
and in a 
State of grace.

But how often do we go thru life's motions, 
certain we are on top of everything- 
that we have everything figured out?  
Then without warning something happens and 

we have a flash of insight that  

knocks us to our knees 
and back to that 
blessed  state of 
humble, 
a bit less of a 
"know it all".

Here is a story about one of those times. 
 I dare you not to have your heart open... even a smidge!

 If you want to know what 
God is Like ...watch a child. 

 We were the only family with children in the restaurant. 

I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. 

He wriggled and giggled with glee.

 I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. 

It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat, dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, 

but I was sure he smelled. 

His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.

 "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" 

Erik continued to laugh and answer,

 "Hi, hi there."

 Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 

"Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo?

 Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." 

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence,

 all except for Erik, 

who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. 

 We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 

"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. 

As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him,Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. 

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship. 

Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor-gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then 

his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. 

He said in a firm commanding voice, 

 "You take care of this baby."

 Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest-unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said,  

"God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." 

 With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. 

I felt it was God asking 

"Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" 

After all... didn't he share His?

 The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 

 "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children." 

 

Today- instead of avoiding love, howzabout we
Look For It??
Share YOUR Sparkle
Share your LOVE 
It's amazing how little it costs! 
Grow a sparkle Garden today!
Have a Sparkly Day My Friends!

Linking with
White Wednesday 
Nifty Thrifty Tuesday
Time Travel Thursday 
Pink Saturday


Note:  I was sent this story as one of those emails I almost didn't read.  Don't know who wrote it- if you do let me know!!! 

Our First Pink Saturday Giveaway!!!

Happy Pink Saturday my Sparkly Friends!

 Welcome to my new blog- Sparkle Mining!  

It's for when you might be feeling blue, 

                          or in need of some inspiration, 

or would like an idea of something you can do or read 

that may help you feel better.
For me,
PREZZIES
(presents)
always
make me feel better-
so that's why I am having a 
BIG GIVEAWAY!!

The base is a 

Vintage Fenton 

Iridescent Hobnail Vase

All you have to do is
1. Leave me a sparkly comment
2.  Follow me!
The Giveaway will remain open
until I reach 
200 Followers!
BUT WAIT BOB-
THERE'S MORE!!

If you 
BLOG
about Sparkle Mining
(only if you like it)
You will receive
  10 entries
and a chance to be in a 
separate giveaway
for this little lovely
Lilac Birdie Cupcake!
Please make sure to email me and let me know where to see your post!

So how much fun is that??

I want to wish you all a very 

Happy Mother's day

Happy Pink Saturday

And have a 

Pink

Sparkly

Weekend!

Big Sparkly Lovey Hugs,

Tobi and the Pixies

About Fear...Thought for the day

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

 

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world. 

 There is nothing enlightened about 

shrinking 

so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

 

We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

 

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

 Nelson Mandela