Ten things I love today:
I love my bed
I love the view from my bedroom window
I love my oatmeal in the morning
I love the feel of my husbands body around me when he snuggles
I love how I feel after a minute into a workout
I love information calls about my business
I love making bank deposits
I love my new plaform shoes
I love Howard Stern and Baghavan Das
I love the ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......ommmmmmmmmm.....after a "storm"!
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I joined a gym last week.
I look forward to my workouts.
There are un-written rules at my gym:
Do not make eye contact.
Talk to no-one except the front desk person but only briefly to her/him.
If you must look at someone, use your peripheral vision.
Every one must wear ear-buds.
Ha!
In my gym, every one is in their own world.
I really like that!
The characters that work out in my gym are fascinating to watch
and to listen to.
I have never seen so many huge muscles nor have I ever heard that
much moaning and groaning. (and I'm not even looking or listening,
even with ear buds and side vision, I hear and see a lot)!
These are the oddest, most colorful people I've ever seen.
Weird, odd, colorful but very, very, serious about working out!
Serious workouts is a match for me. I know, I'm weird, odd and colorful
too but when it comes to working out, I just want to stay my focus
and not be blabbering!
I use 4 machines and then head directly for the aerobics room to do my
45 minute kata in the zone routine.
Today, I saw one of my neighbors using some equipment to my left.
I spotted him using my peripheral vision, of course.
I'm really good at noting how people move and identifying them through
their body movements.
He is an old retired gentleman, who walks his dog on our block.
Well, I just kept looking straight ahead and continued my reps
on the biceps curl machine.
I noticed that he was finishing as he grabbed his towel and
walked my way.
He stopped in front of me and said:
"Hello".
I couldn't believe it, someone was breaking the "rules"!
I continued watching him with my outside vision and said....
"I'm concentrating, just a minute".
Then I looked up and said:
"Hello".
He said:
"That's all, I just wanted to say, hello".
I smiled as he walked away and thought.
He just broke the rules and so did I.
Oh well!
I look forward to my workouts.
There are un-written rules at my gym:
Do not make eye contact.
Talk to no-one except the front desk person but only briefly to her/him.
If you must look at someone, use your peripheral vision.
Every one must wear ear-buds.
Ha!
In my gym, every one is in their own world.
I really like that!
The characters that work out in my gym are fascinating to watch
and to listen to.
I have never seen so many huge muscles nor have I ever heard that
much moaning and groaning. (and I'm not even looking or listening,
even with ear buds and side vision, I hear and see a lot)!
These are the oddest, most colorful people I've ever seen.
Weird, odd, colorful but very, very, serious about working out!
Serious workouts is a match for me. I know, I'm weird, odd and colorful
too but when it comes to working out, I just want to stay my focus
and not be blabbering!
I use 4 machines and then head directly for the aerobics room to do my
45 minute kata in the zone routine.
Today, I saw one of my neighbors using some equipment to my left.
I spotted him using my peripheral vision, of course.
I'm really good at noting how people move and identifying them through
their body movements.
He is an old retired gentleman, who walks his dog on our block.
Well, I just kept looking straight ahead and continued my reps
on the biceps curl machine.
I noticed that he was finishing as he grabbed his towel and
walked my way.
He stopped in front of me and said:
"Hello".
I couldn't believe it, someone was breaking the "rules"!
I continued watching him with my outside vision and said....
"I'm concentrating, just a minute".
Then I looked up and said:
"Hello".
He said:
"That's all, I just wanted to say, hello".
I smiled as he walked away and thought.
He just broke the rules and so did I.
Oh well!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Talk about not being present.
A friend of mine told me a story of an argument with himself and his girlfriend
because he didn't respond to her during an evening stroll...he said that she was angry because he wasn't present.
Ha!
That evening I had my own experience of not being present.
Here's what happened.
Once a week my husband and I make the same trip to the same parking lot and buy the same stuff.
This past weekend, I hopped in his truck anticipating the exact same experience.
This time however he pulled into another strip mall and I don't know where I
was, but I sure wasn't grounded in the now moment!
We got out of his truck and walked inside and I was shocked that we weren't in
the supermarket, we were in Home depot.
For a moment there I felt a little creepy.
"Where am I"?, I was thinking.
"I'm shocked that we are not in Publix's....this is Home depot....good god"!
It was the blast of the hot air that brought me back to reality. The supermarket
is always very, very cold.
What a jolt that was. hummmmmmmmm.............
Same ole, same ole....that's what happens when you let someone else do the driving.
Not realizing where I was....this was a first for me.
: )
My husband never flinched when I told him:
"I thought this was Publix"
Odd but true, the not flinching part and my not being present story.
Oh well..............just when you think you've seen it all and experienced it
all, you get snapped back into the now.
A friend of mine told me a story of an argument with himself and his girlfriend
because he didn't respond to her during an evening stroll...he said that she was angry because he wasn't present.
Ha!
That evening I had my own experience of not being present.
Here's what happened.
Once a week my husband and I make the same trip to the same parking lot and buy the same stuff.
This past weekend, I hopped in his truck anticipating the exact same experience.
This time however he pulled into another strip mall and I don't know where I
was, but I sure wasn't grounded in the now moment!
We got out of his truck and walked inside and I was shocked that we weren't in
the supermarket, we were in Home depot.
For a moment there I felt a little creepy.
"Where am I"?, I was thinking.
"I'm shocked that we are not in Publix's....this is Home depot....good god"!
It was the blast of the hot air that brought me back to reality. The supermarket
is always very, very cold.
What a jolt that was. hummmmmmmmm.............
Same ole, same ole....that's what happens when you let someone else do the driving.
Not realizing where I was....this was a first for me.
: )
My husband never flinched when I told him:
"I thought this was Publix"
Odd but true, the not flinching part and my not being present story.
Oh well..............just when you think you've seen it all and experienced it
all, you get snapped back into the now.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
The heart can't think...it just knows the way!
Today we had a Blackbelt promotion.
The story that follows JUST happened!
: )
The last part of the test is the brick breaking.
It is the least important and yet it is the big deal for the students testing.
Well:
One cap block (cement block or as we like to say "brick") was held up by two concrete blocks.
Each student testing has to step up, breathe, connect, wind-up a few times and just go for it!
Later after the event was over and the black belts were awarded,
we had pizza and sat around chatting.
One of the adults shared his story of his "brick" break.
I said to him:
"I noticed that you wound up four times before you broke the cement block".
He said:
"Yes, I wound up and went through the motion of the
breaking the brick' three times.
Each time I knew there was a brick there
and
I couldn't go for it.
The fourth time the brick disappeared and
I plowed right though".
: )
I got to thinking...hummmm....when he didn't focus on
the separateness...there was none.
Ha!
: )
Yup, the heart can't think...it just knows the way!
By the way I have five new first level blackbelts
one 2nd level
and
one new SENSEI (3rd degree)
We're feeling pretty gal-darn....Happy!
Today we had a Blackbelt promotion.
The story that follows JUST happened!
: )
The last part of the test is the brick breaking.
It is the least important and yet it is the big deal for the students testing.
Well:
One cap block (cement block or as we like to say "brick") was held up by two concrete blocks.
Each student testing has to step up, breathe, connect, wind-up a few times and just go for it!
Later after the event was over and the black belts were awarded,
we had pizza and sat around chatting.
One of the adults shared his story of his "brick" break.
I said to him:
"I noticed that you wound up four times before you broke the cement block".
He said:
"Yes, I wound up and went through the motion of the
breaking the brick' three times.
Each time I knew there was a brick there
and
I couldn't go for it.
The fourth time the brick disappeared and
I plowed right though".
: )
I got to thinking...hummmm....when he didn't focus on
the separateness...there was none.
Ha!
: )
Yup, the heart can't think...it just knows the way!
By the way I have five new first level blackbelts
one 2nd level
and
one new SENSEI (3rd degree)
We're feeling pretty gal-darn....Happy!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Today I met a man who had stars on his (facial) cheeks
the size of quarters....perfectly placed
and
his entire neck was covered with tattoos
and
his arms too.
He was selling jewelry.
I was fascinated by him.
I live in a very non-stimulating (culturally that is) area!
We are deprived as far as artst fartsy stuff goes!....hahaha
He and his jewelry fascinated me.
I liked how he talked...fast, a real New Yorker.
Kinda' like my dear friend, Eddie Garcia.
He said he was born in Florida...Ha!
I don't believe that.
He said he had a house on Minuteman causeway in Cocoa Beach!
Ha!
I don't believe that.
He told me he was spoken for.
I said:
"Me too"!
Ha!
He is real skinny and real artsy....you know the type!
I would love to have him as my best friend!
He said I looked like an artist.
and
I said I was an artist of sorts.
He said he wouldn't ask further...what type of artist.
He said maybe he shouldn't ask what type.
I volunteered:
"Martial Art"
I have a school here locally, I blabbered.
I don't know why I told him about "my" karate.
It's so much more fun to keep my business, to myself
...but I blabbered it to him!
He said:
"Oh"
Probably a tad disappointed.
I thought. He doesn't get it.
Nobody knows my art.
If you are not a Shorin-Ryu practitioner,
you just don't get what I do.
I should have said I was a seamstress or something un-related
like....ha....a WRITER?
hahahahahahaha!
It was time to go.
He gave me his card and pointed to his email address and his phone #.
I told him, I'd sit on the idea of buying one of his idem's....a
crystal ball.
He made a silly joke.
About fifteen minutes later, I "kidnapped" my friend who lives
close by
and
I brought my friend back to this interesting looking man.
He said to her:
"Did she tell you, how weird I looked"?
My friend ignored that and said wow....look at all the beautiful stuff
you have and we chatted with him for awhile.
I bought a little necklace.
I spent what I think is a small fortune on a little moon rock....that I adore!
(later I looked up the web-site on line and saw that I really got a good deal!)
He gave my friend his card and another card to her for anyone with drug problems,
he is a drug minister....he said! Not that she has drug problems, it's just his other thing that he does, counsels those who do.
As we were leaving he mentioned that he buys silver and vintage jewelry
and
that if I brought anyone else back to him, he'd give me a free piece of jewelry!
I'm tempted to contact him and sell him some of my personal jewelry.
The entire exchange
and
being in this man's lovely energy was soooo much fun!
I won't call him though.
Enough artistic stimulation.
Today's encounter will last me for awhile....hahaha
Anyway, I doubt he will be in that same place tomorrow.
I just got the feeling he is....on the run!
Ha!
Gezzzzzzzzzzzzz............I am suffering cultural depravation!
: )
the size of quarters....perfectly placed
and
his entire neck was covered with tattoos
and
his arms too.
He was selling jewelry.
I was fascinated by him.
I live in a very non-stimulating (culturally that is) area!
We are deprived as far as artst fartsy stuff goes!....hahaha
He and his jewelry fascinated me.
I liked how he talked...fast, a real New Yorker.
Kinda' like my dear friend, Eddie Garcia.
He said he was born in Florida...Ha!
I don't believe that.
He said he had a house on Minuteman causeway in Cocoa Beach!
Ha!
I don't believe that.
He told me he was spoken for.
I said:
"Me too"!
Ha!
He is real skinny and real artsy....you know the type!
I would love to have him as my best friend!
He said I looked like an artist.
and
I said I was an artist of sorts.
He said he wouldn't ask further...what type of artist.
He said maybe he shouldn't ask what type.
I volunteered:
"Martial Art"
I have a school here locally, I blabbered.
I don't know why I told him about "my" karate.
It's so much more fun to keep my business, to myself
...but I blabbered it to him!
He said:
"Oh"
Probably a tad disappointed.
I thought. He doesn't get it.
Nobody knows my art.
If you are not a Shorin-Ryu practitioner,
you just don't get what I do.
I should have said I was a seamstress or something un-related
like....ha....a WRITER?
hahahahahahaha!
It was time to go.
He gave me his card and pointed to his email address and his phone #.
I told him, I'd sit on the idea of buying one of his idem's....a
crystal ball.
He made a silly joke.
About fifteen minutes later, I "kidnapped" my friend who lives
close by
and
I brought my friend back to this interesting looking man.
He said to her:
"Did she tell you, how weird I looked"?
My friend ignored that and said wow....look at all the beautiful stuff
you have and we chatted with him for awhile.
I bought a little necklace.
I spent what I think is a small fortune on a little moon rock....that I adore!
(later I looked up the web-site on line and saw that I really got a good deal!)
He gave my friend his card and another card to her for anyone with drug problems,
he is a drug minister....he said! Not that she has drug problems, it's just his other thing that he does, counsels those who do.
As we were leaving he mentioned that he buys silver and vintage jewelry
and
that if I brought anyone else back to him, he'd give me a free piece of jewelry!
I'm tempted to contact him and sell him some of my personal jewelry.
The entire exchange
and
being in this man's lovely energy was soooo much fun!
I won't call him though.
Enough artistic stimulation.
Today's encounter will last me for awhile....hahaha
Anyway, I doubt he will be in that same place tomorrow.
I just got the feeling he is....on the run!
Ha!
Gezzzzzzzzzzzzz............I am suffering cultural depravation!
: )
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