I saved $100.
Ha!
I didn't buy the 3 foot high Great Heron.
I didn't buy the Brown Bolero jewelry.
Ha!
Instead I hesitated.
That's what happens when you hesitate,
somebody else steps in and buys "your" treasure.
The Great Heron is a bamboo statue.
The wings are covered with a printed Japanese material and the head is tilted backward.
It stands tall on both legs and the entire body is painted, kind of splattered with paint to match the material on the wings.
I love how the hollow bamboo legs seem to be separated at the knees.
How was that done?
It was fun to stand and discuss the art work with another customer at a little thrift shop yesterday.
We both had fun ooo-ing and ahhh-ing.
Nothing like focusing on a piece of art and exchanging ideas of what I see and what they see. Holding the focus and seeing more and more of what's there.
I didn't buy it.
Cost $35.
Ha!
Yesterday I hesitated.
I figured I'd let it haunt me.
Today I drove by and stopped in the shop and it was gone!
Ha!
Oh well.
Where would I put a tall skinny bamboo bird?....and it was kind of old and worn?
In retrospect, I think I remember seeing the same exact Great Heron
at an estate sale a few months ago and I didn't like it because it was standing on both feet.
I prefer a Crane, who stands on one foot. It's more my style!
;b (wink with a raspberry!)
The other thing I didn't buy was a Brown Bolearo.
There was a little art sale locally today, of "one of a kind" jewelry.
What caught my eye, right away, was a handmade brown leather "braided" (some kind of fancy braiding) string, that had a large flat circular polished stone, edged with hand sewn beading, brown and shades of brown.
The cost $65.
When I saw the flat polished stone, I connected with it's beauty.
It looked like a dark desert land scape, a few lines criss-crossing.
It was like an out of focus scene that I was remembering from another time, another place.
I connected on an emotional level.
I didn't buy it because, I knew I would never wear it.
It's a man's tie, right?..hahahahaha
I'd have to hang it on the wall...hahaha.....So, as I was negotiating about a one of a kind pair of earrings, a woman appeared on my left and grabbed the Brown Bolearo.
She said it was going to be shipped, directly, to Oklahoma for a friend.
They wear Bolearos in Oklahoma?
Ha!
I guess I must have really good taste, "my" treasures went fast.
Oh well.
It was fun to have had the experience without the expense!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
My oldest sister died last Thursday.
She was 71.
Her husband passed last year and they were very close.
They were amazingly close and did that whole 50 year married thing
with
a bunch of kids and grand-kids.
Shortly after her husbands passing, my sister developed a bunch of
icky stuff.
She was in a hospice ALL summer, hanging by a thread and
finally she gave up her physical body last Thursday afternoon.
It's a beautiful thing that she is now living in pure spirit.
You can imagine how trying on the family and how s_i_ty she must have
felt!
....or not, Abe says we all get to choose our own experience of our
experience. Being "old" and "useless" for some of us feels like being
royalty and being pampered...how are we to know how others flow their
energy?
Anyway, back to my sister.
I was never very close to her on the physical plane but since she
croaked and I like that Abe-term because it's offense....there is no
death, we are eternal beings : ) I have been sensing a connection to
her vibe from time to time.
My sister now lives in sheer bliss.
I believe, like we Abe-ers believe, that you can only connect with
the other side when you are in bliss.
You have to be a match to their vibe.
Now for the story about celery....finally....hahahaha:
Yesterday in Wallmart, I was feeling really good, grateful and all
that jazz
and
I happened by the produce department.
The amazing thing is I could smell the celery.
I thought to myself, "I don't ever remember smelling the celery like
this before. I was a few feet away and Woah.....this celery smells
like celery".
It was like I had never smelt celery before, it was magical.
Then I thought:
"This must be my sister smelling through my nose".
hahahahaha...I felt a little high...kinda trippy and
my eyes welled up. I was so excited and happy for the connect.
I felt the closeness....I got a tad flustered as I noticed the greens
and the reds and the orange veg-es...colors seemed more vivid, then I
lost the connection as I found myself on my ever available cell
phone, calling to connect with my husband.
ummmmmmmm.....over this past weekend, the day after we
got the news of my sister's "death", my husband and I took our
already packed and ready to go planned vacation to a resort area
and
those "high" feelings,
I allowed and although I felt from time to time "trippy and slightly
manic".....it was a WOW!
I felt safe being that high, holding my husbands hand on our weekend
away.
Sheer bliss is a vibe I dabble with and yes, on the little get-away
vacation
the day after my sisters passing, with my husband, I felt safe and I
lingered
and lavished in bliss.
I know, my sister was with me, was with us.
ummmmmmmm.....delightful!
but now we're back home and my husband went to work.
and
I went back to work.
I'm okay with a step down, feeling just gerrrrrrrr-ate.
Ha!
I live in feeling gerrrrrrrrrrrr-ate.....I liked the step up to bliss
though!
I thought I was living in bliss till I had a "whiff" of it via the
celery and other things over the past few days....hahaha
I know there will be more steps back up there and this is good.
Thanks for listening to my celery story, I just had to tell someone!
: )
She was 71.
Her husband passed last year and they were very close.
They were amazingly close and did that whole 50 year married thing
with
a bunch of kids and grand-kids.
Shortly after her husbands passing, my sister developed a bunch of
icky stuff.
She was in a hospice ALL summer, hanging by a thread and
finally she gave up her physical body last Thursday afternoon.
It's a beautiful thing that she is now living in pure spirit.
You can imagine how trying on the family and how s_i_ty she must have
felt!
....or not, Abe says we all get to choose our own experience of our
experience. Being "old" and "useless" for some of us feels like being
royalty and being pampered...how are we to know how others flow their
energy?
Anyway, back to my sister.
I was never very close to her on the physical plane but since she
croaked and I like that Abe-term because it's offense....there is no
death, we are eternal beings : ) I have been sensing a connection to
her vibe from time to time.
My sister now lives in sheer bliss.
I believe, like we Abe-ers believe, that you can only connect with
the other side when you are in bliss.
You have to be a match to their vibe.
Now for the story about celery....finally....hahahaha:
Yesterday in Wallmart, I was feeling really good, grateful and all
that jazz
and
I happened by the produce department.
The amazing thing is I could smell the celery.
I thought to myself, "I don't ever remember smelling the celery like
this before. I was a few feet away and Woah.....this celery smells
like celery".
It was like I had never smelt celery before, it was magical.
Then I thought:
"This must be my sister smelling through my nose".
hahahahaha...I felt a little high...kinda trippy and
my eyes welled up. I was so excited and happy for the connect.
I felt the closeness....I got a tad flustered as I noticed the greens
and the reds and the orange veg-es...colors seemed more vivid, then I
lost the connection as I found myself on my ever available cell
phone, calling to connect with my husband.
ummmmmmmm.....over this past weekend, the day after we
got the news of my sister's "death", my husband and I took our
already packed and ready to go planned vacation to a resort area
and
those "high" feelings,
I allowed and although I felt from time to time "trippy and slightly
manic".....it was a WOW!
I felt safe being that high, holding my husbands hand on our weekend
away.
Sheer bliss is a vibe I dabble with and yes, on the little get-away
vacation
the day after my sisters passing, with my husband, I felt safe and I
lingered
and lavished in bliss.
I know, my sister was with me, was with us.
ummmmmmmm.....delightful!
but now we're back home and my husband went to work.
and
I went back to work.
I'm okay with a step down, feeling just gerrrrrrrr-ate.
Ha!
I live in feeling gerrrrrrrrrrrr-ate.....I liked the step up to bliss
though!
I thought I was living in bliss till I had a "whiff" of it via the
celery and other things over the past few days....hahaha
I know there will be more steps back up there and this is good.
Thanks for listening to my celery story, I just had to tell someone!
: )
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Halloween 2006
What to be?
This year I not only thought the thought of what to be, I wore the costume.
Hibernating Bear
Yes!
I went from the thought of Greta Garbo, skinny, sexy, long and lanky saying:
"I vant to be alone".
to
Hibernating Bear
The inspiration came from my husband finding me tangled up in my new brown fur blanket from Kosco.
My husband snuggled with me the other morning and said;
"Oooooooooo....You feel so soft".
That was it.
In my sleepy, half awake state, the ah-ha hit me.
Brown furry, hibernating bear.
I have been on this reclusive binge since January.
I have been wanting to just not blabber and get close to anyone, this has been a driving force. I just want to be left alone.
Sleeping the winter away to awaken in the spring to once again socialize!
Ha!
Yes!
Although Haloween parites abound in my home town, this year I just wanted to get out there and go door to door.
I found two children who were more than happy to go door to door with me.
I wore a brown thick velour long sleeve, long skirted dress and big clunky
heart shaped olive sparkly earrings. My brown Swede platform shoes and brown tube socks! (Inspired by a recent Isaac show, the tube socks...hahaha)
I knew that I was a Hibernating Bear!
The main thing is I got to be my character...hahahah
We went down my block.
Half the people were not home.
Others were very generous with candy.
The two 9 year olds barely talked.
They were wearing karate suits.
Some houses had pumpkins and decorations.
One little old couple held us in conversation, too long!
One house the man was very appreciative of MY costume...hahaha
at
One house an alien stepped out side.
He was wearing a disgusting one eyed latex mask that was rippled and
frightful.
He was the only person on my block ready to "play".
The two 9 year olds stood mute with big smiles on their faces.
The man said:
"I am an alien, you look to be humaniods. Mute humaniods, what do you have to say for yourself".
Well this costumened man was taller than the 9 year olds and they just looked up at him.
He even touched one of their heads with his ugly masked head as he looked down on them.
He was getting a little too close for my comfort!
They were like frozen statues with big smiles.
I said:
"You are really scary".....
We spoke for a moment about his scary mask and I said to the two boys....
"Let's get out of here...he's scaring me"!
That was the highlight of our night (5:30 to 6PM).
Funny how scary things wake you up and give you that feeling of relief,
once you are not in them anymore!
Up and down the street where I live.
30 minutes of trick or treating.
In thirty minutes the boys stock piled ten pounds of candy!
Ha!
Laughter, participation in a tradition, seeing how others participate or not and home.
I got to be a hibernating bear, my vision for the winter.
What fun.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all is well.
What to be?
This year I not only thought the thought of what to be, I wore the costume.
Hibernating Bear
Yes!
I went from the thought of Greta Garbo, skinny, sexy, long and lanky saying:
"I vant to be alone".
to
Hibernating Bear
The inspiration came from my husband finding me tangled up in my new brown fur blanket from Kosco.
My husband snuggled with me the other morning and said;
"Oooooooooo....You feel so soft".
That was it.
In my sleepy, half awake state, the ah-ha hit me.
Brown furry, hibernating bear.
I have been on this reclusive binge since January.
I have been wanting to just not blabber and get close to anyone, this has been a driving force. I just want to be left alone.
Sleeping the winter away to awaken in the spring to once again socialize!
Ha!
Yes!
Although Haloween parites abound in my home town, this year I just wanted to get out there and go door to door.
I found two children who were more than happy to go door to door with me.
I wore a brown thick velour long sleeve, long skirted dress and big clunky
heart shaped olive sparkly earrings. My brown Swede platform shoes and brown tube socks! (Inspired by a recent Isaac show, the tube socks...hahaha)
I knew that I was a Hibernating Bear!
The main thing is I got to be my character...hahahah
We went down my block.
Half the people were not home.
Others were very generous with candy.
The two 9 year olds barely talked.
They were wearing karate suits.
Some houses had pumpkins and decorations.
One little old couple held us in conversation, too long!
One house the man was very appreciative of MY costume...hahaha
at
One house an alien stepped out side.
He was wearing a disgusting one eyed latex mask that was rippled and
frightful.
He was the only person on my block ready to "play".
The two 9 year olds stood mute with big smiles on their faces.
The man said:
"I am an alien, you look to be humaniods. Mute humaniods, what do you have to say for yourself".
Well this costumened man was taller than the 9 year olds and they just looked up at him.
He even touched one of their heads with his ugly masked head as he looked down on them.
He was getting a little too close for my comfort!
They were like frozen statues with big smiles.
I said:
"You are really scary".....
We spoke for a moment about his scary mask and I said to the two boys....
"Let's get out of here...he's scaring me"!
That was the highlight of our night (5:30 to 6PM).
Funny how scary things wake you up and give you that feeling of relief,
once you are not in them anymore!
Up and down the street where I live.
30 minutes of trick or treating.
In thirty minutes the boys stock piled ten pounds of candy!
Ha!
Laughter, participation in a tradition, seeing how others participate or not and home.
I got to be a hibernating bear, my vision for the winter.
What fun.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all is well.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Prosperity?
hummmm...what a lovely feeling to talk about.
To me:
Prosperity feels like the way water flows...an endless source readily available.
The water flows in and the water flows out....no big deal, it feels natural.
Kinda like what happens when you flush the toilet...hahaha
The water is always there for the next flush!
hahahahah...an endless supply.
I only "work" at things I love, I have only stayed at "jobs" that I love.
Tithe-ing for me is giving big fat tips
and
saying keep the change!
That feels really good.
This year has been a year of abundance.
This year I find myself giving more and more as stuff flows towards me.
I am prosperous.
I feel prosperity.
I am blessed with flowing pipes!
It's not a number, it's a feeling.
My mother in law had only her SS check every month and it wasn't much (she worked at a sewing machine her whole life) she would always vehemently argue about picking up the tab at restaurants.
She was a very generous woman and up in her 80's.
Ha!
I now feel that royal feeling of prosperity that she lived.
It's not what's in your bank account, it's a feeling.
I love that my pipes are clear and that with every flush more water flows in!
Ha!
hummmm...what a lovely feeling to talk about.
To me:
Prosperity feels like the way water flows...an endless source readily available.
The water flows in and the water flows out....no big deal, it feels natural.
Kinda like what happens when you flush the toilet...hahaha
The water is always there for the next flush!
hahahahah...an endless supply.
I only "work" at things I love, I have only stayed at "jobs" that I love.
Tithe-ing for me is giving big fat tips
and
saying keep the change!
That feels really good.
This year has been a year of abundance.
This year I find myself giving more and more as stuff flows towards me.
I am prosperous.
I feel prosperity.
I am blessed with flowing pipes!
It's not a number, it's a feeling.
My mother in law had only her SS check every month and it wasn't much (she worked at a sewing machine her whole life) she would always vehemently argue about picking up the tab at restaurants.
She was a very generous woman and up in her 80's.
Ha!
I now feel that royal feeling of prosperity that she lived.
It's not what's in your bank account, it's a feeling.
I love that my pipes are clear and that with every flush more water flows in!
Ha!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
On responsibility:
It is my responsibility to allow others to use their own powers of creation.
It is my responsibility to stay centered in my life and my connection to source.
Here's a little story from my life to make this point.
Once a year we have an event at my Karate School called the Okinawan Karate
Dojo Water Olympics.
It's a silly little fun tournament and at the end a few of us get presented personalized trophies for being the winners of the event.
We will have this "spec tical" August 22nd.
We only do this event in August, since August gets really, really hot in Florida.
All my students practice during every class for 10 or 20 minutes with a cup of water on their head and we do all the regular karate routines, punches, kicks, katas, partner exercises etc. with this cup of water balanced.
Of course the practice sessions are pretty messy. Not everyone can do this the first week.
The day of the event if anyone spills a drop they will be eliminated and when we have the actual event, there will be parents and friends watching and people taking pictures. Two or three students will make it to the end, moment by moment and not have spilt a drop and these few will then parade into my indoor workout area and do one or two katas in the sacred training hall balancing the cup of water (after maybe 30 minutes of previous focused not spilling a drop effort). What fun. We laugh at the practice and we laugh at the actual event and in addition to getting better karate techniques, we get gerrrrrrrrrate pictures!
This is our first week of practice. We do the training for this event on my concrete with a roof over head out door workout area so wet and sloppy is no big deal.
Yesterday there were a few children practicing for the event. We all had a half full cup of water and we were moving slowly. I found myself reaching out and fixing or
adjusting one of the kid's water filled cup because the cup was sitting cock-eyed on his or her head.
hummmm....
I had never done that before. It was just too tempting. I knew if I didn't do that, the cup would fall and the water would splash.
Instead of minding my own business, I adjusted the cups......hahahaha
I had to laugh at myself for wanting to control in another's experience.
No big deal but afterward I thought, it is my responsibility to just let other people's cups of water fall and then allow them to begin again.
ahhhhhhhh....I just couldn't resist reaching out and making that little adjustment in someone else's experience, so that they could avoid the shame and the humiliation of water splashing all over them....when in reality, when the water falls...we laugh and begin again the process of refilling the cup and then just getting back on line.
It was a tad windy on the out door deck,yesterday, I lost my cup too...hahaha...but I just said, "Arigato"
(thank you in Japanese) picked up my cup and poured water from the jug into my empty cup and got back on line....no big deal. (a tad shameful for me, the Sensei,...hahaha...but I got over it!)
A lesson for me in responsibility to allow others their experience and their creation.
If you got this far, thanks for listening.
It is my responsibility to allow others to use their own powers of creation.
It is my responsibility to stay centered in my life and my connection to source.
Here's a little story from my life to make this point.
Once a year we have an event at my Karate School called the Okinawan Karate
Dojo Water Olympics.
It's a silly little fun tournament and at the end a few of us get presented personalized trophies for being the winners of the event.
We will have this "spec tical" August 22nd.
We only do this event in August, since August gets really, really hot in Florida.
All my students practice during every class for 10 or 20 minutes with a cup of water on their head and we do all the regular karate routines, punches, kicks, katas, partner exercises etc. with this cup of water balanced.
Of course the practice sessions are pretty messy. Not everyone can do this the first week.
The day of the event if anyone spills a drop they will be eliminated and when we have the actual event, there will be parents and friends watching and people taking pictures. Two or three students will make it to the end, moment by moment and not have spilt a drop and these few will then parade into my indoor workout area and do one or two katas in the sacred training hall balancing the cup of water (after maybe 30 minutes of previous focused not spilling a drop effort). What fun. We laugh at the practice and we laugh at the actual event and in addition to getting better karate techniques, we get gerrrrrrrrrate pictures!
This is our first week of practice. We do the training for this event on my concrete with a roof over head out door workout area so wet and sloppy is no big deal.
Yesterday there were a few children practicing for the event. We all had a half full cup of water and we were moving slowly. I found myself reaching out and fixing or
adjusting one of the kid's water filled cup because the cup was sitting cock-eyed on his or her head.
hummmm....
I had never done that before. It was just too tempting. I knew if I didn't do that, the cup would fall and the water would splash.
Instead of minding my own business, I adjusted the cups......hahahaha
I had to laugh at myself for wanting to control in another's experience.
No big deal but afterward I thought, it is my responsibility to just let other people's cups of water fall and then allow them to begin again.
ahhhhhhhh....I just couldn't resist reaching out and making that little adjustment in someone else's experience, so that they could avoid the shame and the humiliation of water splashing all over them....when in reality, when the water falls...we laugh and begin again the process of refilling the cup and then just getting back on line.
It was a tad windy on the out door deck,yesterday, I lost my cup too...hahaha...but I just said, "Arigato"
(thank you in Japanese) picked up my cup and poured water from the jug into my empty cup and got back on line....no big deal. (a tad shameful for me, the Sensei,...hahaha...but I got over it!)
A lesson for me in responsibility to allow others their experience and their creation.
If you got this far, thanks for listening.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
August 5th, we renewed our vows on Cocoa Beach.
My husband and I went for a walk on the beach tonight and standing on the shore line was a just married bride and tuxedoed groom complete with photographers and maid of honor and all that jazz. The bride was wearing a strapless white satin long flowing dress. She had bunched up her gown. Her white cren-a-lyn slip was hanging down and through the white weaved fabric her bare feet could be seen tip toeing through the sand as she and her group had turned from the waters edge to head for their reception back in the hotel restaurant.
My husband and I continued walking hand in hand, leisurely strolling down the edge of the Atlantic Ocean when we saw over to the right by the sand dunes a heart shaped area with rose petals outlined in the sand with a narrow pathway leading into the heart. Rose petals were strewn all over the site. This must be where their ceremony took place.
Gleefully, I said to my husband. Lets hold a space for that couple that just got married.
He said: "Okay"!
My husband almost never says no to me.
I asked him to walk down the skinny path into the heart that was strewn with red and pink and white petals.
My husband was wearing long white pants and a Hawaiian shirt.
I was wearing a denim mini-skirt with a leopard tank top and a long sleeve pea green corduroy shirt.
I took off my shirt and placed it over my head. My husband turned around at the end of the "isle" and waited for me. I strut very slowly holding my make believe wedding bouquet and moved like I was doing the "wedding walk" to that traditional "march"
Hear comes the bride
while strutting slowly, I waved to imaginary guests at our imaginary ceremony.
Now we are standing face to face. My husbands eyes are shining in the moonlight and we grasp each others hands and are silent for a time. It is a peaceful easy feeling looking into his eyes and smiling and being quite in the stillness of the ocean waves. I brake the silence and make up some vows and he makes up some vows and there is a little kiss and wow, we just shared another magic moment of make believe to treasure forever.
Next we walk back down the aisle and we are living happily ever after!
My husband and I went for a walk on the beach tonight and standing on the shore line was a just married bride and tuxedoed groom complete with photographers and maid of honor and all that jazz. The bride was wearing a strapless white satin long flowing dress. She had bunched up her gown. Her white cren-a-lyn slip was hanging down and through the white weaved fabric her bare feet could be seen tip toeing through the sand as she and her group had turned from the waters edge to head for their reception back in the hotel restaurant.
My husband and I continued walking hand in hand, leisurely strolling down the edge of the Atlantic Ocean when we saw over to the right by the sand dunes a heart shaped area with rose petals outlined in the sand with a narrow pathway leading into the heart. Rose petals were strewn all over the site. This must be where their ceremony took place.
Gleefully, I said to my husband. Lets hold a space for that couple that just got married.
He said: "Okay"!
My husband almost never says no to me.
I asked him to walk down the skinny path into the heart that was strewn with red and pink and white petals.
My husband was wearing long white pants and a Hawaiian shirt.
I was wearing a denim mini-skirt with a leopard tank top and a long sleeve pea green corduroy shirt.
I took off my shirt and placed it over my head. My husband turned around at the end of the "isle" and waited for me. I strut very slowly holding my make believe wedding bouquet and moved like I was doing the "wedding walk" to that traditional "march"
Hear comes the bride
while strutting slowly, I waved to imaginary guests at our imaginary ceremony.
Now we are standing face to face. My husbands eyes are shining in the moonlight and we grasp each others hands and are silent for a time. It is a peaceful easy feeling looking into his eyes and smiling and being quite in the stillness of the ocean waves. I brake the silence and make up some vows and he makes up some vows and there is a little kiss and wow, we just shared another magic moment of make believe to treasure forever.
Next we walk back down the aisle and we are living happily ever after!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Today's post is dedicated to my friend Sharbel.
I have a strong knowing that wherever he is, he is finding comfort and strength.
Sharbel is a joy seeker. Sharbel is my hero.
Last night I was awaken at 2:30 AM and my inner being wanted to find pen and paper.
I was inspired before I went to sleep to muzz over the writings of another friend, about his definition of Freedom.
I must caution you. As you read my inner being's definition of freedom, you may have to take a nap.
I read these words to my husband today after breakfast and he went back to bed and slept for two hours....hahaha
Enjoy!
My own selfish personal perspective of FREEDOM.
(I love that word selfish. It reminds me that I may only create in my life.)
Freedom is:
Being more selective about who trains here.
Fewer classes
More instructors
A sempai for all my students
Help removing all the damn...hahaha...Labels from belts!
A friend to call when my back is against the wall for my brief out loud venting.
Someone or people to laugh with.
Growing my own vegetables
Picking and then minutes later squeezing oranges and grapefruits off our trees
A day trip with my husband to a remote part of Florida
A week of pampering and ayuvedic treatments in a remote cottage that is reserved for big spenders here in Florida (kind of a dry land "Cruise ship"...hahaha...This will happen someday!)
Me and my kata for 30 minutes
Ending phone calls when my energy drops
Unplugged phones after 9:00 PM
Extra dollars in my savings
Extra dollars in my personal checking
My bills paid six months in advance
Seeing others in their perfection.
Listening to my inner guidance
Believing that all really is well
Soaring in the stillness
The sound of Paul Mckenna's voice through my headphones (thank you Sharbel for turning me on to him with a link
The way I feel dancing to music with my brand new Bose CD player turned way up!
Laughing and acting and talking like a 5 year old kid with my husband.
Being me without the "mask"
Allowing my light to shine even brighter
Teaching karate classes and turning people on to the art
Being the Captain of my karate school...hahaha....The 6 star general that I am!
Having the last word on what goes on, on the deck.
The ability to find a book to ship out (my on-line book business) in under 5 seconds.
Wrapping the book in 2 minutes flat!
The glow in my energy field when I'm cooking
The " " " " " when I'm sewing and listening to Abraham
The anticipation of a new day and a new Howard Stern program
Choosing to keep my car windows rolled up or rolled down (I hate air-conditioning)
Choosing to not wear make up and dressing to sweat (hey it gets hot here in Florida)
The delightful feeling of sweat percolating on my skin in the car or at my sewing machine! (Just a fan when I sew, no air conditioning...ha!)
Fresh squeezed oranges
Tomatoes off the vine
Fresh Basil
Freedom to listen to the call of my inner being and put pen to paper in the middle of the night
Basking in the knowing that I am flowing moment by moment my personal creations
Choosing to die when I am healthy and happy
Freedom is ending a phone call sooner and having the strength to walk away when my good feeling drops and the ability to just walk away and re-group, like I'm about to do now! Ha!
Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Thanks for listening.
I have a strong knowing that wherever he is, he is finding comfort and strength.
Sharbel is a joy seeker. Sharbel is my hero.
Last night I was awaken at 2:30 AM and my inner being wanted to find pen and paper.
I was inspired before I went to sleep to muzz over the writings of another friend, about his definition of Freedom.
I must caution you. As you read my inner being's definition of freedom, you may have to take a nap.
I read these words to my husband today after breakfast and he went back to bed and slept for two hours....hahaha
Enjoy!
My own selfish personal perspective of FREEDOM.
(I love that word selfish. It reminds me that I may only create in my life.)
Freedom is:
Being more selective about who trains here.
Fewer classes
More instructors
A sempai for all my students
Help removing all the damn...hahaha...Labels from belts!
A friend to call when my back is against the wall for my brief out loud venting.
Someone or people to laugh with.
Growing my own vegetables
Picking and then minutes later squeezing oranges and grapefruits off our trees
A day trip with my husband to a remote part of Florida
A week of pampering and ayuvedic treatments in a remote cottage that is reserved for big spenders here in Florida (kind of a dry land "Cruise ship"...hahaha...This will happen someday!)
Me and my kata for 30 minutes
Ending phone calls when my energy drops
Unplugged phones after 9:00 PM
Extra dollars in my savings
Extra dollars in my personal checking
My bills paid six months in advance
Seeing others in their perfection.
Listening to my inner guidance
Believing that all really is well
Soaring in the stillness
The sound of Paul Mckenna's voice through my headphones (thank you Sharbel for turning me on to him with a link
The way I feel dancing to music with my brand new Bose CD player turned way up!
Laughing and acting and talking like a 5 year old kid with my husband.
Being me without the "mask"
Allowing my light to shine even brighter
Teaching karate classes and turning people on to the art
Being the Captain of my karate school...hahaha....The 6 star general that I am!
Having the last word on what goes on, on the deck.
The ability to find a book to ship out (my on-line book business) in under 5 seconds.
Wrapping the book in 2 minutes flat!
The glow in my energy field when I'm cooking
The " " " " " when I'm sewing and listening to Abraham
The anticipation of a new day and a new Howard Stern program
Choosing to keep my car windows rolled up or rolled down (I hate air-conditioning)
Choosing to not wear make up and dressing to sweat (hey it gets hot here in Florida)
The delightful feeling of sweat percolating on my skin in the car or at my sewing machine! (Just a fan when I sew, no air conditioning...ha!)
Fresh squeezed oranges
Tomatoes off the vine
Fresh Basil
Freedom to listen to the call of my inner being and put pen to paper in the middle of the night
Basking in the knowing that I am flowing moment by moment my personal creations
Choosing to die when I am healthy and happy
Freedom is ending a phone call sooner and having the strength to walk away when my good feeling drops and the ability to just walk away and re-group, like I'm about to do now! Ha!
Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Shuttle discovery was the focal point of our day around here. Now all of Brevard County can breathe easier.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....the shuttle went up.
It launched 10 minutes ago on the 4th of July.
My husband and I watched first from the T.V then we ran outside looking up at the sky.
What a sight.
Blue sky, a skinny trial of white puffy clouds, up, up, up, glimmer of flickering light, dogs barking, Judy crying...ahhhhhhhhh
Thank the gods and the fairies of the universe it made it.
There was a one in 50 chance of catastrophic failure.
In the past out of aprox. 125 launches there were two catastrophic failures.
My husband works for the space center, the entire area thrives on Kennedy Space Center.
If there was a problem, the space center would close.
Geezzzzzzzzzzz....what an awful thought.
Eeeeeeeeeee-gaud.
Not only 7 people would be Ker-stuck put the whole area would turn into a ghost town.
Fortunately it was a go!
Ha!
3,700 miles per hour to start and then as much as 17,000 miles per hour towards the end of the launch.
This was big.
A big deal.
The T.V. showed a Nasa scientist, rubbing his chin watching the lift-off from the international space station.
You could see him floating, his full body,from the bottom of his foot coverings to the top of his shinny head. He was waiting in his regular overalls suspended with zero gravity watching the lift-off from up in space.
He will have company on Thursday.
I can't imagine that much patience. He's been up there already for 97 days...hahahaha
All is well.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....the shuttle went up.
It launched 10 minutes ago on the 4th of July.
My husband and I watched first from the T.V then we ran outside looking up at the sky.
What a sight.
Blue sky, a skinny trial of white puffy clouds, up, up, up, glimmer of flickering light, dogs barking, Judy crying...ahhhhhhhhh
Thank the gods and the fairies of the universe it made it.
There was a one in 50 chance of catastrophic failure.
In the past out of aprox. 125 launches there were two catastrophic failures.
My husband works for the space center, the entire area thrives on Kennedy Space Center.
If there was a problem, the space center would close.
Geezzzzzzzzzzz....what an awful thought.
Eeeeeeeeeee-gaud.
Not only 7 people would be Ker-stuck put the whole area would turn into a ghost town.
Fortunately it was a go!
Ha!
3,700 miles per hour to start and then as much as 17,000 miles per hour towards the end of the launch.
This was big.
A big deal.
The T.V. showed a Nasa scientist, rubbing his chin watching the lift-off from the international space station.
You could see him floating, his full body,from the bottom of his foot coverings to the top of his shinny head. He was waiting in his regular overalls suspended with zero gravity watching the lift-off from up in space.
He will have company on Thursday.
I can't imagine that much patience. He's been up there already for 97 days...hahahaha
All is well.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Monday, June 26, 2006
Friday is my birthday.
It will mark my last year in my 50's.
Just a number.
Ha! Ha,ha...hahahahahahahaha
Given a choice to laugh or cry,I choose to laugh.
As the 50 something candles blaze, I will be taking a deep big breath and make a wish
that the faries of the universe:
remind me to be silent and observe
and find
more things to laugh about.
and
focus on the perfection in others
and
lastly and most importantly,
remind me to take my phone off the hook every night so I can sleep soundly!
It will mark my last year in my 50's.
Just a number.
Ha! Ha,ha...hahahahahahahaha
Given a choice to laugh or cry,I choose to laugh.
As the 50 something candles blaze, I will be taking a deep big breath and make a wish
that the faries of the universe:
remind me to be silent and observe
and find
more things to laugh about.
and
focus on the perfection in others
and
lastly and most importantly,
remind me to take my phone off the hook every night so I can sleep soundly!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Read the headlines:
Library cat fight between a 20 something year old Barbie doll
and
a crazed Karate Lady
Okay, it never happened but it almost did....and I was the crazy Karate Lady!
You would think that common sense and mutual respect are rules we don't necessarily have to post at the beginning of a waiting line for a Library Book Sale!
If they had rules, yesterday, I'm sure they would look like this:
1. The line begins when the first person arrives.
2. To hold your spot on line, you must remain present.
3. If you leave your empty box for more than the time it takes to use the rest room you lost your spot on line.
4. Rude behavior and name calling will have you removed immediately from this waiting line.
YESTERDAY WAS MAJOR DRAMA FOR ME. IT SOUNDS KINDA' STUPID IN RETRO-SPECT, but yesterday, I FELT OUTTA' CONTROL, ONLY NOT SO BAD, BECAUSE I ZIPPED MY LIP PRETTY FAST. A MIRACLE FOR ME!
THE DRAMA TOOK PLACE IN THE LIBRARY OF ALL PLACES! THIS HAS TO DO WITH MY PASSION FOR BOOKS AND THE PRE-SALE FOR THE FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY AT OUR LOCAL LIBRARY YESTERDAY.
FOR $5.OO YOU GET A FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY CARD AND FIRST SHOT AT CHOICE BOOKS. OVER 10,000 WERE DISPLAYED AND FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS WHAT'S LEFT GOES ON SALE TO THE PUBLIC. BEING FIRST ON LINE WAS MY GOAL!
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED:
I NEARLY GOT IN A "CAT" FIGHT WITH A 20-ish YEAR OLD BARBIE TYPE GIRL. I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN A PHYSICAL BATTLE, BUT I FELT SOOOOO RIGHTEOUS.
SHE CHALLENGED ME FOR MY SPOT ON LINE FOR THE PRE-SALE.
IT GOT STUPID.
I ARRIVED TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS EARLY. THAT'S RIGHT, TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS EARLY.
I WAS EXCITED MUCH LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE FOR ROCK CONCERT TICKETS. READY TO CAMP OUT AND BE FIRST ON LINE.
WELL, THE BARBIE DOLL HAD DROPPED OFF AN EMPTY BOX, WHO KNOWS WHEN, BUT IT WAS JUST THE BOX AND THEN SHE SHOWS HER FACE 20 MINUTES BEFORE THE SALE.
I WAS NOT GOING TO SIT BEHIND AN EMPTY BOX THAT WHOLE TIME....HAHAHAHA
WHEN SHE ARRIVED, I ARGUED FOR FIRST IN LINE. THE SALE WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN.
THIS IS A TAD EXAGGERATED, THE WHOLE STORY WOULD TAKE TOO LONG.
THE GOOD NEWS IS, I LET HER GO AHEAD OF ME AND I KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT BUT BOY WAS I PISSED. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE.
I LATER FOUND OUT THAT:
SHE IS A STRUGGLING COLLEGE STUDENT AND PROBABLY NEEDS THE CASH. HOWEVER, SHE WAS VERY, RUDE. THERE ARE NO "WAITING IN LINE RULES" AND BECAUSE SHE WAS IN THE LIBRARY ON THE COMPUTER, SHE COUNTED THAT AS BEING ON LINE FOR THE PRE-SALE.
IT SEEMS SHE HAS BEEN DOING THIS FOR 5 YEARS AND NOBODY EVERY COMPLAINS (IT'S MOSTLY SENIORS....AND ME....HAHAHA...A SOON TO BE SENIOR, in six or seven years ON the LINE, AND WE DON'T LIKE TO ARGUE.) BUT THIS HOTTIE WAS LOUD AND RUDE AND ARROGANT. OF COURSE THIS IS NOT THE WHOLE STORY BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE.
HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS:
(YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND IT IF YOU LOOK HARD ENOUGH)
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE PRE-SALE AND WE ALL CHARGED FOR THE BOOKS, I WENT FOR THE SPIRITUAL BOOKS TABLE AND I GOT SOME REAL WINNERS. IN FIVE MINUTES I HAD CLOSE TO TWENTY BOOKS IN MY BAG AND SOME REALLY HOT ITEMS.
I WAS IN HEAVEN!...AND I QUICKLY FORGOT THE ANGRY WORDS. (WELL NOT REALLY, BUT I FINALLY MADE SENSE OUT OF THE WHOLE MESS.)
IT'S THE NEXT DAY AND ALL IS WELL. I DID LEARN SOME LESSONS FROM THE CONFRONTATION WITH THIS FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD, AND I HATE TO SAY IT, B_TCH, I LEARNED TO SHUT-UP AND LET HER BE THE JERK BY YELLING LOUDLY AND WANTING TO BE RIGHT, SHE GOT TO HAVE THE LAST WORD AND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO SHUT MY MOUTH, THE WOULD BE CAT-FIGHT ENDED. I ALSO SAW HER AS A MIRROR OF ME, EVEN THE LACK OF RESPECT (WHEN I WAS MUCH YOUNGER) BUT THE BENDING OF THE RULES FOR HER OWN SELF INTEREST.....HAHAHA....THAT WAS HARD TO SWALLOW....GEEZ....THAT'S MY THING, SEEING HER AS A REFLECTION OF, AN ASPECT OF ME, BUT LIKE I SAID. NOW I UNDERSTAND AND EMBRACE THE BARBIE IN THE MIRROR AND ALL IS WELL TODAY! (SMILE)
Library cat fight between a 20 something year old Barbie doll
and
a crazed Karate Lady
Okay, it never happened but it almost did....and I was the crazy Karate Lady!
You would think that common sense and mutual respect are rules we don't necessarily have to post at the beginning of a waiting line for a Library Book Sale!
If they had rules, yesterday, I'm sure they would look like this:
1. The line begins when the first person arrives.
2. To hold your spot on line, you must remain present.
3. If you leave your empty box for more than the time it takes to use the rest room you lost your spot on line.
4. Rude behavior and name calling will have you removed immediately from this waiting line.
YESTERDAY WAS MAJOR DRAMA FOR ME. IT SOUNDS KINDA' STUPID IN RETRO-SPECT, but yesterday, I FELT OUTTA' CONTROL, ONLY NOT SO BAD, BECAUSE I ZIPPED MY LIP PRETTY FAST. A MIRACLE FOR ME!
THE DRAMA TOOK PLACE IN THE LIBRARY OF ALL PLACES! THIS HAS TO DO WITH MY PASSION FOR BOOKS AND THE PRE-SALE FOR THE FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY AT OUR LOCAL LIBRARY YESTERDAY.
FOR $5.OO YOU GET A FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY CARD AND FIRST SHOT AT CHOICE BOOKS. OVER 10,000 WERE DISPLAYED AND FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS WHAT'S LEFT GOES ON SALE TO THE PUBLIC. BEING FIRST ON LINE WAS MY GOAL!
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED:
I NEARLY GOT IN A "CAT" FIGHT WITH A 20-ish YEAR OLD BARBIE TYPE GIRL. I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN A PHYSICAL BATTLE, BUT I FELT SOOOOO RIGHTEOUS.
SHE CHALLENGED ME FOR MY SPOT ON LINE FOR THE PRE-SALE.
IT GOT STUPID.
I ARRIVED TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS EARLY. THAT'S RIGHT, TWO AND ONE HALF HOURS EARLY.
I WAS EXCITED MUCH LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE FOR ROCK CONCERT TICKETS. READY TO CAMP OUT AND BE FIRST ON LINE.
WELL, THE BARBIE DOLL HAD DROPPED OFF AN EMPTY BOX, WHO KNOWS WHEN, BUT IT WAS JUST THE BOX AND THEN SHE SHOWS HER FACE 20 MINUTES BEFORE THE SALE.
I WAS NOT GOING TO SIT BEHIND AN EMPTY BOX THAT WHOLE TIME....HAHAHAHA
WHEN SHE ARRIVED, I ARGUED FOR FIRST IN LINE. THE SALE WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN.
THIS IS A TAD EXAGGERATED, THE WHOLE STORY WOULD TAKE TOO LONG.
THE GOOD NEWS IS, I LET HER GO AHEAD OF ME AND I KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT BUT BOY WAS I PISSED. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE.
I LATER FOUND OUT THAT:
SHE IS A STRUGGLING COLLEGE STUDENT AND PROBABLY NEEDS THE CASH. HOWEVER, SHE WAS VERY, RUDE. THERE ARE NO "WAITING IN LINE RULES" AND BECAUSE SHE WAS IN THE LIBRARY ON THE COMPUTER, SHE COUNTED THAT AS BEING ON LINE FOR THE PRE-SALE.
IT SEEMS SHE HAS BEEN DOING THIS FOR 5 YEARS AND NOBODY EVERY COMPLAINS (IT'S MOSTLY SENIORS....AND ME....HAHAHA...A SOON TO BE SENIOR, in six or seven years ON the LINE, AND WE DON'T LIKE TO ARGUE.) BUT THIS HOTTIE WAS LOUD AND RUDE AND ARROGANT. OF COURSE THIS IS NOT THE WHOLE STORY BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE.
HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS:
(YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND IT IF YOU LOOK HARD ENOUGH)
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE PRE-SALE AND WE ALL CHARGED FOR THE BOOKS, I WENT FOR THE SPIRITUAL BOOKS TABLE AND I GOT SOME REAL WINNERS. IN FIVE MINUTES I HAD CLOSE TO TWENTY BOOKS IN MY BAG AND SOME REALLY HOT ITEMS.
I WAS IN HEAVEN!...AND I QUICKLY FORGOT THE ANGRY WORDS. (WELL NOT REALLY, BUT I FINALLY MADE SENSE OUT OF THE WHOLE MESS.)
IT'S THE NEXT DAY AND ALL IS WELL. I DID LEARN SOME LESSONS FROM THE CONFRONTATION WITH THIS FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD, AND I HATE TO SAY IT, B_TCH, I LEARNED TO SHUT-UP AND LET HER BE THE JERK BY YELLING LOUDLY AND WANTING TO BE RIGHT, SHE GOT TO HAVE THE LAST WORD AND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO SHUT MY MOUTH, THE WOULD BE CAT-FIGHT ENDED. I ALSO SAW HER AS A MIRROR OF ME, EVEN THE LACK OF RESPECT (WHEN I WAS MUCH YOUNGER) BUT THE BENDING OF THE RULES FOR HER OWN SELF INTEREST.....HAHAHA....THAT WAS HARD TO SWALLOW....GEEZ....THAT'S MY THING, SEEING HER AS A REFLECTION OF, AN ASPECT OF ME, BUT LIKE I SAID. NOW I UNDERSTAND AND EMBRACE THE BARBIE IN THE MIRROR AND ALL IS WELL TODAY! (SMILE)
Monday, April 17, 2006
Today I am happy and alive. I am taking deep breaths and smiling as I relive our mini-vacation at Melbourne Beach Yesterday.
It is Easter Sunday, 3:00 PM; I am standing on the shoreline of the Atlantic Ocean. I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply in focus as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband?
Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds.
He is way back in the shade watching from a far protected by a gazebo roof. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply focused as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband? Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds. He is way back in the shade watching from a far. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
It is Easter Sunday, 3:00 PM; I am standing on the shoreline of the Atlantic Ocean. I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply in focus as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband?
Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds.
He is way back in the shade watching from a far protected by a gazebo roof. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
I am barefoot with my jeans rolled up. I am wearing a huge Vietnam rice paddy hat and a red tank top. Cold white suds cover my feet up to my ankles and pull away into the surf. I watch tourists swimming and boogie boarding and yelling and shivering.
Just in front of me, is a pretty girl shaking her head and smoothing her wet jet-black shoulder length hair with her hands. She is wearing a shiny red bikini with red shoestrings attached to her bottom half. Her suit is a solid color. The color of a wet, ripe tomato. I can't take my eyes off this goddess! I smile and remember when I use to look and dress like her.
I take my eyes from the girl in the red bikini and extend my vision to the ocean, shades of dark blue, blue/green and I look further for miles out onto the straight line horizon where the water meets the blue cloudless sky. And at this moment, here it comes:
the highlight of my day, my week, my year...thus far!
I move my eyes upward and see a line of perfectly spaced pelicans, six birds small at first than appearing larger as they descend down into the water. They are so close that I can see the details of their black feathered wings and their pouch under their beak and their brown eyes. For a brief moment the pelicans are sharply focused as the dark shades of blue/green contrast their white bodies and I am in Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Where is my husband? Oh how I long to put my arms around him and laugh and point at the birds. He is way back in the shade watching from a far. My husband missed this up close water's edge experience. Next time, we will rent an umbrella and I will move our blanket closer to the surf and then ask him to join me, as I take his hand and walk with him into the Ocean. I can't wait!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
So many parks where I live. Yesterday I had 30 minutes to kill so I pulled into a park I have never seen before. Strickland Park ia a tiny little spot with three picnic tables and a swing set, bordering on the Banana River and oddly enough there was sand at the rivers edge just below the sea wall. I could see white caps on the river. It was a blustery windy day and the little river waves were crashing on this small strip of a beach.
I was feeling good walking on the sand and looking at nature, even though at 11:30 AM,this was so out of character for me to be outside and wandering though a park. I rarely take the time to enjoy nature, but here I was, lovin' being enveloped by the outdoors.
I looked down at the water's edge and saw a horseshoe crab.
You know the scary looking creature with the long skinny tail that if you step on will sting you? (Or is it a whip tail sting ray that does that?...hahaha)
Anyway this horseshoe crab was brown and shiny, it looked exceptionally shiny because it was wet. The river waves were slapping over it.
I thought:
"Oh, Geez, that poor little horseshoe crab looks like a beached whale. I should push it out into the water. It must be struggling....hummmm."
But you know what? I didn't want to touch it. I was looking around for a stick or something but I wasn't "line-ing" up with messing with it. It was so windy that the water intermittently washed over the crab and rocked it just a tad.
The crab was facing me, with it's tail to River.
I started saying:
"Go, little crab, into the water, Go...Go..."
and then something really weird happened, I mean really weird!
A big mound of sand erupted in front of the brown shiny horseshoe crab.
Within a minute this circular mound of sand turned towards the river and, it appeared
this sandy mound, was attached to the horseshoe crab, because the horseshoe crab turned too and both of them moved into the water.
I stood there with my mouth open.
"What the hell was that?, I thought".
and then it dawned on me, "perhaps that shiny brown crab was having sex with another crab that was buried under the sand.hummmmm.....that's a possibility".
and then I thought:
"If I would have interfered, I could have disloged them and who knows?... done some terrible damage!...Ha! They didn't need me. All is well in nature.
What a nice pause in my day. Nature reminds us again and again that we really don't have to interfere and interrupt others in the way they choose to live their lives! Ha! All really is well!
I was feeling good walking on the sand and looking at nature, even though at 11:30 AM,this was so out of character for me to be outside and wandering though a park. I rarely take the time to enjoy nature, but here I was, lovin' being enveloped by the outdoors.
I looked down at the water's edge and saw a horseshoe crab.
You know the scary looking creature with the long skinny tail that if you step on will sting you? (Or is it a whip tail sting ray that does that?...hahaha)
Anyway this horseshoe crab was brown and shiny, it looked exceptionally shiny because it was wet. The river waves were slapping over it.
I thought:
"Oh, Geez, that poor little horseshoe crab looks like a beached whale. I should push it out into the water. It must be struggling....hummmm."
But you know what? I didn't want to touch it. I was looking around for a stick or something but I wasn't "line-ing" up with messing with it. It was so windy that the water intermittently washed over the crab and rocked it just a tad.
The crab was facing me, with it's tail to River.
I started saying:
"Go, little crab, into the water, Go...Go..."
and then something really weird happened, I mean really weird!
A big mound of sand erupted in front of the brown shiny horseshoe crab.
Within a minute this circular mound of sand turned towards the river and, it appeared
this sandy mound, was attached to the horseshoe crab, because the horseshoe crab turned too and both of them moved into the water.
I stood there with my mouth open.
"What the hell was that?, I thought".
and then it dawned on me, "perhaps that shiny brown crab was having sex with another crab that was buried under the sand.hummmmm.....that's a possibility".
and then I thought:
"If I would have interfered, I could have disloged them and who knows?... done some terrible damage!...Ha! They didn't need me. All is well in nature.
What a nice pause in my day. Nature reminds us again and again that we really don't have to interfere and interrupt others in the way they choose to live their lives! Ha! All really is well!
Friday, March 31, 2006
What is my generation going to look like?
How will I be able to spot my group?
We were coming of age during the Vietnam War, the beetles, free love, bare feet and all that jazz? They call us the baby boomers.
How will we look when we take the place of the current "dinosaur" generation that use to be distinguished by blue hair and beauty pallor permanents and dressing in the same color as their husbands, driving big boat Cadillac and smoking and looking a little wrinkly and bent over.
That last generation was easy to spot when we moved to Florida nearly 20 years ago. Now they are fading away. Now they mostly walk in walkers or look so fragile they need help to get about.
My generation is about to replace them and we will be the last of our breed and proudly carry the title of the generation before us now, off the streets.
What are we going to look like? How will we make our mark?
Today, I had my first sighting of how my generation will dress. I knew instantly they were one of me....hahaha.
The sighting was at office depot. A woman, maybe my age but physically looking much older...hahaha.......No joke, wearing a beige fishnet tee shirt with a nude bra underneath. Her hair was a little longer than a G-I Jane, naturally curly and naturally grey.
She was one of us boomers. I sensed it. Inside I was saying to myself, "YES"!
I stepped to the side waiting for my husband to check out and I saw another of the new "dinosaur" generation. She was Tall, maybe my age but way too tan wearing short shorts a nice blouse and a gold hat with a big brim, that sat on her head with the brim parallel to the floor, perfectly posistioned. She looked chi and yet making a statement like the other woman, my gut heard the words:
"I am who I am. Like it or lump it! I'm alive."
Yeah! Good for us!
Us boomers are not getting older we are still the words off a coffee mug:
"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the
bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Yes we are the new DINOSAURS. I can't wait for my next reason to get out of the house and spot some more.....hahaha...Of course I will be dressing up too! Ha!
How will I be able to spot my group?
We were coming of age during the Vietnam War, the beetles, free love, bare feet and all that jazz? They call us the baby boomers.
How will we look when we take the place of the current "dinosaur" generation that use to be distinguished by blue hair and beauty pallor permanents and dressing in the same color as their husbands, driving big boat Cadillac and smoking and looking a little wrinkly and bent over.
That last generation was easy to spot when we moved to Florida nearly 20 years ago. Now they are fading away. Now they mostly walk in walkers or look so fragile they need help to get about.
My generation is about to replace them and we will be the last of our breed and proudly carry the title of the generation before us now, off the streets.
What are we going to look like? How will we make our mark?
Today, I had my first sighting of how my generation will dress. I knew instantly they were one of me....hahaha.
The sighting was at office depot. A woman, maybe my age but physically looking much older...hahaha.......No joke, wearing a beige fishnet tee shirt with a nude bra underneath. Her hair was a little longer than a G-I Jane, naturally curly and naturally grey.
She was one of us boomers. I sensed it. Inside I was saying to myself, "YES"!
I stepped to the side waiting for my husband to check out and I saw another of the new "dinosaur" generation. She was Tall, maybe my age but way too tan wearing short shorts a nice blouse and a gold hat with a big brim, that sat on her head with the brim parallel to the floor, perfectly posistioned. She looked chi and yet making a statement like the other woman, my gut heard the words:
"I am who I am. Like it or lump it! I'm alive."
Yeah! Good for us!
Us boomers are not getting older we are still the words off a coffee mug:
"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the
bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Yes we are the new DINOSAURS. I can't wait for my next reason to get out of the house and spot some more.....hahaha...Of course I will be dressing up too! Ha!
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Did you ever get an
Ah-ha
You know, that kind of feeling that jolts you AWAKE and you say to yourself
Well I got an Ah-ha last night watching that cable program Clean House where people who live up to their nose in clutter, ask the Clean House Team (a group of interior decorators and an organizer and a yard sale guy) to help them de-clutter and then
have a yard sale and in 2 an 1/2 days the inside of the house is painted, has new furniture and is totally organized and livable a real wow!
Well the part that got me last night was when the yard sale guy (and he is such a doll) said to the lady of the house, while they were standing in the living room that is crammed floor to ceiling with stuff. (nice interesting stuff but way too much
and it was all over the place...hahaha)
"You know why you bought all this stuff?
You know why. It was to make you happy. Right?"
That line shook me to my core.
Right then and there, I woke up about the clutter I collect and I thought:
When I shop, I know my brain gets high. I get high from shopping. I can feel the rush.
I don't need to spend money on junk that I trip over to get happy.
I have other ways to excite my brain.
This was big. A big Ah-ha....Hummmmm.... I'm ready...In about two weeks, I'm going to have my last (hahaha) garage sale, followed by next day pick up from Salvation Army....Good-by junk. Oh if it could just be good bye junk FOREVER!..hahahaha
Ah-ha
You know, that kind of feeling that jolts you AWAKE and you say to yourself
Well I got an Ah-ha last night watching that cable program Clean House where people who live up to their nose in clutter, ask the Clean House Team (a group of interior decorators and an organizer and a yard sale guy) to help them de-clutter and then
have a yard sale and in 2 an 1/2 days the inside of the house is painted, has new furniture and is totally organized and livable a real wow!
Well the part that got me last night was when the yard sale guy (and he is such a doll) said to the lady of the house, while they were standing in the living room that is crammed floor to ceiling with stuff. (nice interesting stuff but way too much
and it was all over the place...hahaha)
"You know why you bought all this stuff?
You know why. It was to make you happy. Right?"
That line shook me to my core.
Right then and there, I woke up about the clutter I collect and I thought:
When I shop, I know my brain gets high. I get high from shopping. I can feel the rush.
I don't need to spend money on junk that I trip over to get happy.
I have other ways to excite my brain.
This was big. A big Ah-ha....Hummmmm.... I'm ready...In about two weeks, I'm going to have my last (hahaha) garage sale, followed by next day pick up from Salvation Army....Good-by junk. Oh if it could just be good bye junk FOREVER!..hahahaha
Monday, March 20, 2006
Broccoli, basil, parsley, tomatoes, strawberries, peppers and rosemary, welcome to my garden!
My hands are filthy dirty with mud up under my nails.
I was just in my garden planting strawberries and the last of four tomato plants!
My little garden is looking gooooooooood!
This is a brand new experience for me (growing vegetables and fruit, down on my hands and knees, messing with nature) and already I have learned a few things that don't work.
For instance:
When you plant something from a little seed and use one of those plastic domes, be very careful about the amount of water you pour on and be very careful that you use a light weight potting soil.
I tried the dome and I lost all but one plant out of 72 little plants, each one the space one egg would take up in an egg crate.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......That hurt!
Now I am experimenting with peat moss, Epsom salts and up-graded potting soil.
I bought a terra-cotta pot for my strawberry plants. That was fun stuffing the
little plants in the holes on the side.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I did it right. Strawberries are annuals!
Tomorrow, I will plant the collard greens and then, I'm done with digging, for now!
My hands are filthy dirty with mud up under my nails.
I was just in my garden planting strawberries and the last of four tomato plants!
My little garden is looking gooooooooood!
This is a brand new experience for me (growing vegetables and fruit, down on my hands and knees, messing with nature) and already I have learned a few things that don't work.
For instance:
When you plant something from a little seed and use one of those plastic domes, be very careful about the amount of water you pour on and be very careful that you use a light weight potting soil.
I tried the dome and I lost all but one plant out of 72 little plants, each one the space one egg would take up in an egg crate.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......That hurt!
Now I am experimenting with peat moss, Epsom salts and up-graded potting soil.
I bought a terra-cotta pot for my strawberry plants. That was fun stuffing the
little plants in the holes on the side.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I did it right. Strawberries are annuals!
Tomorrow, I will plant the collard greens and then, I'm done with digging, for now!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Stomach flu hit me on Monday and here it is Thursday and I'm thinking the symptoms have finally run their course.
I am so grateful that I have a husband who was able to pitch in and pick up the slack around here with teaching classes and dishes and food shopping etc.
He makes me feel like a movie star who's got a butler to wait on me hand and foot.
The only problem was that he went to work and I was left home alone shaking and doing the whole stomach flu thing.
He was so kind to give me his ear while I whined about fever, thowing up, head aches and feeling like I was going to die. I was so embarrased because I left him four messages at work yesterday in a whiney voice sounding so pathetic. I couldn't seem to control the urge to call back and leave another whiney message.
Hard to believe that I just spent four days with icky symptoms and not sleeping and just plain laying around and doing nothing.
I think this illness has passed.
I really feel for anyone out there who is down for the count.
This is as close as I've felt to wanting to die in a decade.
The head-pounding almost like a migraine hit me hard. I just don't do well fasting and
that's what I did since Monday, sips of water and gingerale.
Yesterday I finally ate some white rice, applesauce and the insides of a baked potato
ahhhhhhhhhhhh......
This past week my temperature went up and down and just when I thought I was going to be fine, pow, it hit me again kinda a like the eye of a hurricane and then the other side chrashes through.
I'm going to take the rest today off and rejoice that the pain and suffering is over. I'm weak and my rear end hurts from laying around and I don't want to really do anything but the good news is, it's all up from here.
I am so grateful that I have a husband who was able to pitch in and pick up the slack around here with teaching classes and dishes and food shopping etc.
He makes me feel like a movie star who's got a butler to wait on me hand and foot.
The only problem was that he went to work and I was left home alone shaking and doing the whole stomach flu thing.
He was so kind to give me his ear while I whined about fever, thowing up, head aches and feeling like I was going to die. I was so embarrased because I left him four messages at work yesterday in a whiney voice sounding so pathetic. I couldn't seem to control the urge to call back and leave another whiney message.
Hard to believe that I just spent four days with icky symptoms and not sleeping and just plain laying around and doing nothing.
I think this illness has passed.
I really feel for anyone out there who is down for the count.
This is as close as I've felt to wanting to die in a decade.
The head-pounding almost like a migraine hit me hard. I just don't do well fasting and
that's what I did since Monday, sips of water and gingerale.
Yesterday I finally ate some white rice, applesauce and the insides of a baked potato
ahhhhhhhhhhhh......
This past week my temperature went up and down and just when I thought I was going to be fine, pow, it hit me again kinda a like the eye of a hurricane and then the other side chrashes through.
I'm going to take the rest today off and rejoice that the pain and suffering is over. I'm weak and my rear end hurts from laying around and I don't want to really do anything but the good news is, it's all up from here.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Gardening is new to me. I never wanted to crawl around on the earth and get my hands dirty. Actually the dirty part is quite minimal. I am so excited about my little vegetable garden. I have a batch of vegetables "incubating" in a plastic dome on the front lawn. My next "experiment" with vegetables. 72 little egg-crate like cubicles made of plastic with a dome on top to hold moisture, filled with potting soil and two seeds in each little compartment. The demension of this plastic crate is two and 1/2 feet by one foot.
My first experiment,My tomato plant finally bore eatable fruit! Ha! I planted one single tomato plant in October and I harvested two orange not red tomatoes. We ate them last night raw right from the garden and they were delicious. They tasted sweet and alive. There are 6 more tomatoes on that one lonely plant.
How exciting.
Interestingly enough, this tasty, healthy,tomato plant didn't look like it was going to survive. In January we had temperatures that went into the low 30-ies at night, and there were a few days when it looked a bit shriveled and ready to die but water brought it back.
Let's see that's a total of four months growing in my garden.
I am amazed and grateful for the wonderful experience of seeing a living thing flourish on it's own with just a tad of help from me watering with a scooper of miracle grow once a week.
I am looking forward to enjoying more new experiences with my next step, composting and perhaps a crop of watermelon, squash, strawberries etc. before the end of the year! I love to talk about plants and I especially love that a new door has opened.
My first experiment,My tomato plant finally bore eatable fruit! Ha! I planted one single tomato plant in October and I harvested two orange not red tomatoes. We ate them last night raw right from the garden and they were delicious. They tasted sweet and alive. There are 6 more tomatoes on that one lonely plant.
How exciting.
Interestingly enough, this tasty, healthy,tomato plant didn't look like it was going to survive. In January we had temperatures that went into the low 30-ies at night, and there were a few days when it looked a bit shriveled and ready to die but water brought it back.
Let's see that's a total of four months growing in my garden.
I am amazed and grateful for the wonderful experience of seeing a living thing flourish on it's own with just a tad of help from me watering with a scooper of miracle grow once a week.
I am looking forward to enjoying more new experiences with my next step, composting and perhaps a crop of watermelon, squash, strawberries etc. before the end of the year! I love to talk about plants and I especially love that a new door has opened.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Miss perfect (that's me) is finding more holes in the road that swallow me up to my nose....hahaha.....otherwise known as energy drains.
I am starting to get glimpses of my Vision of how I want my ideal day to look.
These glimpses of my perfect life are coming to me by seeing the things I don't want.
I hit a few more over the weekend.
As I see what pisses me off and zaps my soul.....I see my own unique energy drains.
Here's what I do want:
I want to feel good.
I want to feel happy.
I want to feel creative.
I want to enjoy now! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.......
My vision for my perfect day is looking like a peaceful, prosperous, fairytale
existence because I'm seeing just a few things that I don't want and turning
my attention to what I do want.
My future is starting to look like this:
A vision of me finally out in my garden tending to the earth, every day, getting my hands dirty in nature....wearing long flowing skirts and feeling like a vision of light and love.
I see myself lighter than air as other people yak about relationships and drama.
I see myself talking more about tomatoes and basil and strawberries than "who said what"?
I see myself perhaps being talked about as the crazy, happy,...hahaha...but prosperous karate lady....hahaha
Because of these energy drains...I'm starting to REALLY
look over there and see my life un-furling....beautifully!
It's just the beginning of my vision of my leading edge life......ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am starting to get glimpses of my Vision of how I want my ideal day to look.
These glimpses of my perfect life are coming to me by seeing the things I don't want.
I hit a few more over the weekend.
As I see what pisses me off and zaps my soul.....I see my own unique energy drains.
Here's what I do want:
I want to feel good.
I want to feel happy.
I want to feel creative.
I want to enjoy now! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.......
My vision for my perfect day is looking like a peaceful, prosperous, fairytale
existence because I'm seeing just a few things that I don't want and turning
my attention to what I do want.
My future is starting to look like this:
A vision of me finally out in my garden tending to the earth, every day, getting my hands dirty in nature....wearing long flowing skirts and feeling like a vision of light and love.
I see myself lighter than air as other people yak about relationships and drama.
I see myself talking more about tomatoes and basil and strawberries than "who said what"?
I see myself perhaps being talked about as the crazy, happy,...hahaha...but prosperous karate lady....hahaha
Because of these energy drains...I'm starting to REALLY
look over there and see my life un-furling....beautifully!
It's just the beginning of my vision of my leading edge life......ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Friday, February 03, 2006
The universe will provide in it's own way and in it's own time.
It is now February 3rd, Friday.
I can see a clear vision:
My next group of beginner karate students is about to register and begin.
Mid-February is the best time for me in an easy and relaxed manner.
All of a sudden I am interviewing lots of adults.
Grown up's....hahaha.
No registration just yet but I can see it all coming together
in an explosion of, "We are ready to begin. Please teach us"!
I will soon be making the calls of the interested people
who have filled out the information sheets over the past month or so.
I will begin when the first adult shows me the $'s for a registration fee!
I want 9 but I will not settle for less than six.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................I'll keep you posted.
It is now February 3rd, Friday.
I can see a clear vision:
My next group of beginner karate students is about to register and begin.
Mid-February is the best time for me in an easy and relaxed manner.
All of a sudden I am interviewing lots of adults.
Grown up's....hahaha.
No registration just yet but I can see it all coming together
in an explosion of, "We are ready to begin. Please teach us"!
I will soon be making the calls of the interested people
who have filled out the information sheets over the past month or so.
I will begin when the first adult shows me the $'s for a registration fee!
I want 9 but I will not settle for less than six.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................I'll keep you posted.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
I was on a Radio show today! Thursday @ noon EST.
The guest was Susan Harrow
She is a media coach and this is her web site
http://www.prsecrets.com/index.html
On the above, I signed up for the helpful free media tips.
It was so much fun calling in the on line Voice America group!
I got to talk for a minute or two or three about my one of a kind karate school.
I told them how I don't want to get big and comm'l and loose my catering
to the needs of my small student base that gets one on one pampering.
After I finished they reflected back what a wonderful service I offer to the
community and how I might look into open house type events, like people do
for art galleries.Then I felt like sharing my latest vision and they gave me more air time:
I want to start to host weekly guided meditation groups, I want
to venture out of the physical art of karate into more the spiritual aspects.
They came up with ideas about that too. I need to start small
with my existing karate clientele. Set a date, a once a week date and then ask them
to bring a friend and offer a free "something" (coupon) for my student's help.
This way I can attract slowly and control the growth.
I also found out how to get some free local NEWSPAPER advertising by calling the editor of
the section of the paper that I really like.
I made that call right after I hung up. I got to talk with the editor of
my favorite section of the paper. This columinist writes about classes he takes in our area, everything from painting to Spanish to wine tasting etc.
I loved all the attention and I feel my momentum moving....again....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The guest was Susan Harrow
She is a media coach and this is her web site
http://www.prsecrets.com/index.html
On the above, I signed up for the helpful free media tips.
It was so much fun calling in the on line Voice America group!
I got to talk for a minute or two or three about my one of a kind karate school.
I told them how I don't want to get big and comm'l and loose my catering
to the needs of my small student base that gets one on one pampering.
After I finished they reflected back what a wonderful service I offer to the
community and how I might look into open house type events, like people do
for art galleries.Then I felt like sharing my latest vision and they gave me more air time:
I want to start to host weekly guided meditation groups, I want
to venture out of the physical art of karate into more the spiritual aspects.
They came up with ideas about that too. I need to start small
with my existing karate clientele. Set a date, a once a week date and then ask them
to bring a friend and offer a free "something" (coupon) for my student's help.
This way I can attract slowly and control the growth.
I also found out how to get some free local NEWSPAPER advertising by calling the editor of
the section of the paper that I really like.
I made that call right after I hung up. I got to talk with the editor of
my favorite section of the paper. This columinist writes about classes he takes in our area, everything from painting to Spanish to wine tasting etc.
I loved all the attention and I feel my momentum moving....again....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Shane says he has found his passion in life.
Last week on the phone, Shane very clearly communicated to me that he has found what Ansei Ueshiro means to me.
This is wonderful.
I got it. I understand. This is a beautiful thing.
I went to the park today.
Blue Florida sky, wispy Florida clouds, energetic Florida squirrels, delicate sounding Florida birds. There were trees doing their thing...standing tall and rooted in the earth. The Indian river was glistening with ducks swimming and skyline of earth stuff and society with the contrast of the sky and the clouds.
I had been doing some kata and I was feeling really good. I believe that you can only connect with the other side when you are feeling really good. (They only vibrate in bliss)
I found my way to the swings.
For about five minutes I swung, up and back, back and forth, higher and higher.
I connected with the essence of Master Ueshiro. I asked to see Shane happy.
In my minds eye I spoke my desire to Master Ueshiro:
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........
I see Shane happy.
I see him connected.
I see him in love.
I see him in gratitude.
I see him in his passion.
I see him in his talent.
I see him in love.
I see him in bliss.
I see him living what he wants.
I see him as a man.
I love him.
I see his perfection.
I see him happy.
I see him in love.
I see him living his beautiful life.
I see him knowing whathe wants for himself.
As the swing swung...I connected to these thoughts one by one.
I got more and more relaxed as the visions filled my head.
I saw Shane's brilliant spirit.
All is well.
I'm feeling a little high now and that was an hour ago.
I am happy.
Life is good. I now see Shane in his brilliance!
I now see Shane though the eyes of broader perspective.
Ummmmmmmm.........I have a knowing,all is well.
I see Shane safe and completing his vision quest.
All really is well. I am holding ahhhhh....thoughts of Shane...ummmmmmmmmm
Last week on the phone, Shane very clearly communicated to me that he has found what Ansei Ueshiro means to me.
This is wonderful.
I got it. I understand. This is a beautiful thing.
I went to the park today.
Blue Florida sky, wispy Florida clouds, energetic Florida squirrels, delicate sounding Florida birds. There were trees doing their thing...standing tall and rooted in the earth. The Indian river was glistening with ducks swimming and skyline of earth stuff and society with the contrast of the sky and the clouds.
I had been doing some kata and I was feeling really good. I believe that you can only connect with the other side when you are feeling really good. (They only vibrate in bliss)
I found my way to the swings.
For about five minutes I swung, up and back, back and forth, higher and higher.
I connected with the essence of Master Ueshiro. I asked to see Shane happy.
In my minds eye I spoke my desire to Master Ueshiro:
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........
I see Shane happy.
I see him connected.
I see him in love.
I see him in gratitude.
I see him in his passion.
I see him in his talent.
I see him in love.
I see him in bliss.
I see him living what he wants.
I see him as a man.
I love him.
I see his perfection.
I see him happy.
I see him in love.
I see him living his beautiful life.
I see him knowing whathe wants for himself.
As the swing swung...I connected to these thoughts one by one.
I got more and more relaxed as the visions filled my head.
I saw Shane's brilliant spirit.
All is well.
I'm feeling a little high now and that was an hour ago.
I am happy.
Life is good. I now see Shane in his brilliance!
I now see Shane though the eyes of broader perspective.
Ummmmmmmm.........I have a knowing,all is well.
I see Shane safe and completing his vision quest.
All really is well. I am holding ahhhhh....thoughts of Shane...ummmmmmmmmm
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
I took a money risk
I really thought about it. I nearly didn't do it.
I slept on my decision and then I decided YES!
It felt good to take the risk.
Why?
Because I am a bit of a rebel and I hate being told no!
Every year I like to send my son a few dollars for his birthday.
Every year it gets a little less, however, I still do it because
it gives me pleasure.
Well this year he is on the other side of the world.
I got one of those priority global envelopes and I put $100 inside.
The envelope said strictly prohibited sending cash.
Oh yeah!
Strickly prohibited.
How would they know?
Do they have:
Dogs that sniff out the cash?
X ray's,
or
just postal workers who randomly open the urgent global envelopes?
I figured I had a chance that my global priority envelope would just slip by un-noticed.
hahahaha.................I was wrong.
The good news is:
The printed writings, the writings I do here on my blog that he's never seen were wrapped in shiny red paper and he told me were intact
and
so too was the B.day card.
What was missing was the gift envelope with the money insert card that had a picture of a birthday cake with candles and MY one $100 bill neatly stuffed inside it. Oh well! Chances are I won't try that again.
But I'm really glad I tried.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh(smile)
I really thought about it. I nearly didn't do it.
I slept on my decision and then I decided YES!
It felt good to take the risk.
Why?
Because I am a bit of a rebel and I hate being told no!
Every year I like to send my son a few dollars for his birthday.
Every year it gets a little less, however, I still do it because
it gives me pleasure.
Well this year he is on the other side of the world.
I got one of those priority global envelopes and I put $100 inside.
The envelope said strictly prohibited sending cash.
Oh yeah!
Strickly prohibited.
How would they know?
Do they have:
Dogs that sniff out the cash?
X ray's,
or
just postal workers who randomly open the urgent global envelopes?
I figured I had a chance that my global priority envelope would just slip by un-noticed.
hahahaha.................I was wrong.
The good news is:
The printed writings, the writings I do here on my blog that he's never seen were wrapped in shiny red paper and he told me were intact
and
so too was the B.day card.
What was missing was the gift envelope with the money insert card that had a picture of a birthday cake with candles and MY one $100 bill neatly stuffed inside it. Oh well! Chances are I won't try that again.
But I'm really glad I tried.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh(smile)
Monday, January 16, 2006
Did I mention
I am going to have the best year of my life thus far.
In 2006
I am putting the focus on me, my life and how I choose to create it!
Today, I'm rollin' up my sleeves and ready to begin!
I am honorded to share with you my first intent/goal/ reward!
I have chosen a realistic measurable goal that is extremely important to me.
Area: Body....not that you need to know but I'm slowly....too slowly, recovering from an elbow ligament injury from one year ago.
Intention Statement:
My intention: is to demonstrate 10 push-ups, flat back (like an ironing board from the top of my head to the top of my heels), up on my knuckles and up on my toes.
Goal/Celebration Statement: In June of 2006 I am celebrating the fact that I can once again get up on my front two knuckles and bang out 10 knuckle push-ups. The reward is in the doing of them! In the showing off of them....hahaha
INSPIRED action steps:
1. Demonstrate for my husband my maximum # of modified push-ups, make a date to report back for Sunday of the following week. (DONE) This step was fun!!!!!
2. Minimum of 3 times a day this week (in every karate class I conduct or just drop for the heck of it during the day), do 5 modified up on my knuckles with knees bent and ankles crossed, back straight, just do 5 all the way up, all the way down (modified).
3. On Sunday of this week add one or two more from the knees bent position. Keep this pace till I hit 10 modified (maybe a month) and then start to add one REAL push-up...
3. Use my THAT WAS EASY Button throughout the day and listen to Howard Stern in the morning and Abraham the rest of the day to keep my feel good vibrations going.
4. Make a chart for the week to keep tabs on just how many times I actually walk my talk! Ha!
Thanks for listening. Hold a good thought!
(modified push-ups)
start date:
January 16, 2006
posted on my bulletin board, one check per set.
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
I am going to have the best year of my life thus far.
In 2006
I am putting the focus on me, my life and how I choose to create it!
Today, I'm rollin' up my sleeves and ready to begin!
I am honorded to share with you my first intent/goal/ reward!
I have chosen a realistic measurable goal that is extremely important to me.
Area: Body....not that you need to know but I'm slowly....too slowly, recovering from an elbow ligament injury from one year ago.
Intention Statement:
My intention: is to demonstrate 10 push-ups, flat back (like an ironing board from the top of my head to the top of my heels), up on my knuckles and up on my toes.
Goal/Celebration Statement: In June of 2006 I am celebrating the fact that I can once again get up on my front two knuckles and bang out 10 knuckle push-ups. The reward is in the doing of them! In the showing off of them....hahaha
INSPIRED action steps:
1. Demonstrate for my husband my maximum # of modified push-ups, make a date to report back for Sunday of the following week. (DONE) This step was fun!!!!!
2. Minimum of 3 times a day this week (in every karate class I conduct or just drop for the heck of it during the day), do 5 modified up on my knuckles with knees bent and ankles crossed, back straight, just do 5 all the way up, all the way down (modified).
3. On Sunday of this week add one or two more from the knees bent position. Keep this pace till I hit 10 modified (maybe a month) and then start to add one REAL push-up...
3. Use my THAT WAS EASY Button throughout the day and listen to Howard Stern in the morning and Abraham the rest of the day to keep my feel good vibrations going.
4. Make a chart for the week to keep tabs on just how many times I actually walk my talk! Ha!
Thanks for listening. Hold a good thought!
(modified push-ups)
start date:
January 16, 2006
posted on my bulletin board, one check per set.
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Sometimes I have to look at what bothers me head on. Not always, just sometimes....hahahah.....
Someone I love is in India and he is traveling alone and feeling agitated, anxious and ungrounded. He called me late at night and I gave him two suggestions, find someone to be with you and put someone on the phone who I can talk with.
He hung up and five minutes later called me back. It was the office manager. With the kidness of strangers,the office manager found him a traveling companion (a very nice man), who guided the love of my life on a short boat ride and a long taxi ride to the Doctor.
My son found the right guy, the office manager to orchestrate the journey (that had a very happy ending).
From here it was easy and the process of relief began for someone I love in India.
End of story? No, just end of the chapter!
The story never ends.
What happens after we say our goodbyes?
What happends to the person on the other end of the line?
I'll tell you what happend to me.
The story went on in my head. We create our own movies in our heads, dont we? Illusions...It's all illusion, none of it is real.
If I have a choice (and I do) to create a happy story or a horrific tale, I always choose the former. As the directior, writer, costume designer etc. of the movie in my head....I get to choose.
Last week and a few of the weeks before, brought me to my knees.
It wasn't till I took the time and got into a deep meditation that I found the power and the strength to let go of anything but beautiful, wonderful happy adventures he is having in India.
In my minds eye I saw him. We were on the top of a mountain in Colorado near the Stupa. The moon was high, we had been walking in the darkness, the moon lit the path. I stopped and turned to look at him.
In my minds eye, my angel, higher power, eight foot high fairy....whatever you want to call her, stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders.
When I looked at him, I said to her, "Wow! Look at his beautiful brown eyes. Look at his soul. Isn't he magniicent"?
and she said to me:
"Yes he is beautiful...but look further, look at all the angels and fairies of the universe behind him....There's an army of them looking after and out for him."
and with my eyes wide open, my mouth dropped as I saw zillions and billions of angels
and faries of the universe. I had my one angel....he had a ka-zillion...hahaha...
I cried...ahhhhhhh.....relief....a vision.......Tears of Joy....
Now when I see him in my minds eye, now when I see him in Momma India, I see him as powerful, supported, loved and ready for anything!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............He's going to be just fine!
Someone I love is in India and he is traveling alone and feeling agitated, anxious and ungrounded. He called me late at night and I gave him two suggestions, find someone to be with you and put someone on the phone who I can talk with.
He hung up and five minutes later called me back. It was the office manager. With the kidness of strangers,the office manager found him a traveling companion (a very nice man), who guided the love of my life on a short boat ride and a long taxi ride to the Doctor.
My son found the right guy, the office manager to orchestrate the journey (that had a very happy ending).
From here it was easy and the process of relief began for someone I love in India.
End of story? No, just end of the chapter!
The story never ends.
What happens after we say our goodbyes?
What happends to the person on the other end of the line?
I'll tell you what happend to me.
The story went on in my head. We create our own movies in our heads, dont we? Illusions...It's all illusion, none of it is real.
If I have a choice (and I do) to create a happy story or a horrific tale, I always choose the former. As the directior, writer, costume designer etc. of the movie in my head....I get to choose.
Last week and a few of the weeks before, brought me to my knees.
It wasn't till I took the time and got into a deep meditation that I found the power and the strength to let go of anything but beautiful, wonderful happy adventures he is having in India.
In my minds eye I saw him. We were on the top of a mountain in Colorado near the Stupa. The moon was high, we had been walking in the darkness, the moon lit the path. I stopped and turned to look at him.
In my minds eye, my angel, higher power, eight foot high fairy....whatever you want to call her, stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders.
When I looked at him, I said to her, "Wow! Look at his beautiful brown eyes. Look at his soul. Isn't he magniicent"?
and she said to me:
"Yes he is beautiful...but look further, look at all the angels and fairies of the universe behind him....There's an army of them looking after and out for him."
and with my eyes wide open, my mouth dropped as I saw zillions and billions of angels
and faries of the universe. I had my one angel....he had a ka-zillion...hahaha...
I cried...ahhhhhhh.....relief....a vision.......Tears of Joy....
Now when I see him in my minds eye, now when I see him in Momma India, I see him as powerful, supported, loved and ready for anything!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............He's going to be just fine!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
It's so silly to get upset about things that are unimportant.
I have a little business on the internet. I rescue interesting old books and re-sell them. They range in price from 75 cents to up to $40 or $50 dollars with an average price of $4.00. I like to buy the books, I like to sell them, I like to wrap them etc. What I don't like is when I've listed a book and I can't find it on my book shelves inventory places.
I have everything in categories from gardening to spirituality and exercise....
Today I couldn't find a book I listed two weeks ago. It was an odd book on faces. I have searched my house, my car, my storage, bathrooms, laundry rooms etc. I guess several hours is enough time to give a book that is only selling for $1.25...hahaha
My crazy obsession and worry that I can't find it is no big deal. I just have to refund the customer and forget about it....thank god because, I'm exhausted...hahaha...It is time, it past the time to cut this order loose!
I have a little business on the internet. I rescue interesting old books and re-sell them. They range in price from 75 cents to up to $40 or $50 dollars with an average price of $4.00. I like to buy the books, I like to sell them, I like to wrap them etc. What I don't like is when I've listed a book and I can't find it on my book shelves inventory places.
I have everything in categories from gardening to spirituality and exercise....
Today I couldn't find a book I listed two weeks ago. It was an odd book on faces. I have searched my house, my car, my storage, bathrooms, laundry rooms etc. I guess several hours is enough time to give a book that is only selling for $1.25...hahaha
My crazy obsession and worry that I can't find it is no big deal. I just have to refund the customer and forget about it....thank god because, I'm exhausted...hahaha...It is time, it past the time to cut this order loose!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
First day of 2006.
Hurray! A new year, a new vision and
ALL IS WELL!
Today is a holiday.
A day to kick back and take a walk in the park
and celebrate the sunshine and nature.
But first a trip to the dollar store for a little 2006 calendar.
On the way back we will park the car and take a strole through a local park.
I love to hold Don's hand and listen to him talk about what he sees as he looks around the trees and the lake.
He points to things and I always say, "Where?"
He has the patience to wait for me to focus on whatever.
I love to hear the stories about the squrells or the pelicans
or the algae.....hahaha.
It's like being with Mr. Wizzard.
Of course I could take a strole by myself but I much prefer holding his hand.
Hurray! A new year, a new vision and
ALL IS WELL!
Today is a holiday.
A day to kick back and take a walk in the park
and celebrate the sunshine and nature.
But first a trip to the dollar store for a little 2006 calendar.
On the way back we will park the car and take a strole through a local park.
I love to hold Don's hand and listen to him talk about what he sees as he looks around the trees and the lake.
He points to things and I always say, "Where?"
He has the patience to wait for me to focus on whatever.
I love to hear the stories about the squrells or the pelicans
or the algae.....hahaha.
It's like being with Mr. Wizzard.
Of course I could take a strole by myself but I much prefer holding his hand.
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