Thanksgiving 2013 a comment to be finished by next Thursday!
100 things to appreciate in my life right now:
1-I have good teeth and gums!
2-My husband makes me laugh...great sense of humor
3-I live in paradise (florida)
4-It's raining which means the cold front is here
5-I have a bath tub and I use it daily!
6-Today is my day off.
7-I sleep in a waterbed
8-We live in an area that is quiet
9-It's easy to stop and meditate any time...no one bothers us!
10-I am a fabulous but simple cook...I love my creations!
11-
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Aborigines and my Thursday night group!
The book "Mutant Message Down under", has a different way of looking at the life we are so accustomed to living and it shows the contrast in how the civilized and the ancients live. It is said that the Aborigines have no names. Well they have names but their name is there talent: Taylor, Tracker, Star-gazer etc.
In my Thursday night group there are two teachers, a drummer, a doctor, a person who flys alot, an heiress (at least I think of her as an heiress as she lives a charmed life), a minister (who rarely shows up as she is very busy), and a bookkeeper, and a would be fashion designer/ massage therapist, and a friend who's aged parents consume her days (she too rarely shows up) and two former teachers, who now have plenty of free time.
I am one of the active working teachers. My job is to keep a karate group interested in a subject that breathes me. Hard to believe that I get paid for what I do and that after 37 years, teaching classic traditional karate is like breathing. I believe I would want to leave the earth plane if I no longer could share my talent for giving someone with a burning desire to learn, the gift of a lifetime of movement and the ability to turn around and teach that ability to others.
In Okinawa there are old men who do karate, and no one ever says, "You are too old to do this." The old karate men are revered.
I have no role model to follow. I don't know any women approaching 70, who own a karate castle on one acer in the middle of no-where.
I enjoy teaching a martial art that is also a daily practice. I guess you could say, I am a woman pioneer in a man's art or perhaps it just doesn't matter that I am alone on the bleeding edge!
The expression keep moving forward, "Zen Shin" (The battle cry of the Japanese in WW II) is easier than the mulling over of looking back. In ten years from now as I approach my 80's, I expect to be teaching and I expect to be healthy, happy and if not....I hope to be dead! All is well!
In my Thursday night group there are two teachers, a drummer, a doctor, a person who flys alot, an heiress (at least I think of her as an heiress as she lives a charmed life), a minister (who rarely shows up as she is very busy), and a bookkeeper, and a would be fashion designer/ massage therapist, and a friend who's aged parents consume her days (she too rarely shows up) and two former teachers, who now have plenty of free time.
I am one of the active working teachers. My job is to keep a karate group interested in a subject that breathes me. Hard to believe that I get paid for what I do and that after 37 years, teaching classic traditional karate is like breathing. I believe I would want to leave the earth plane if I no longer could share my talent for giving someone with a burning desire to learn, the gift of a lifetime of movement and the ability to turn around and teach that ability to others.
In Okinawa there are old men who do karate, and no one ever says, "You are too old to do this." The old karate men are revered.
I have no role model to follow. I don't know any women approaching 70, who own a karate castle on one acer in the middle of no-where.
I enjoy teaching a martial art that is also a daily practice. I guess you could say, I am a woman pioneer in a man's art or perhaps it just doesn't matter that I am alone on the bleeding edge!
The expression keep moving forward, "Zen Shin" (The battle cry of the Japanese in WW II) is easier than the mulling over of looking back. In ten years from now as I approach my 80's, I expect to be teaching and I expect to be healthy, happy and if not....I hope to be dead! All is well!
Monday, September 16, 2013
I married a sugar daddy!
It's Monday.. Lately I have been taking the time to do something by
myself on Mondays. I like to plan it and go someplace new. Today
I drove to Melbourne and enjoyed shopping at a church thrift shop.
It was really fun to find a few treasures but I especially liked
making
the purchase at the end. I waited while the woman in front of me
bantered with the cashier, a ninety something year old gentleman,
wearing thick glasses. He had a posture that was very bent over.
(I love old men!)
Anyways:
The woman in front of me at the check out line was saying
to this old man:
"Okay I hope you give me a really good deal. I worked very
hard finding these idem's...maybe even a loan"?
and the little old man said:
"A loan? We should be asking you for a loan"!
Ha!
I thought that was very funny.
Next it was my turn.
He added up my tally. A shirt for one dollar, a wooden sign
for a dollar
that read:
"Peace to all who enter"
and
some stickers for five cents.
The old gentleman said to me as I pushed the two dollars
and fifteen cents toward him on the counter.
"I hope you have enough to cover this!"
and I said:
"Oh yeah....and there's plenty more where that came from.
I married a sugar daddy"!
Saturday, September 14, 2013
More about the cat poster
It happened again only this time the missing cat poster
is on the telephone pole as you turn onto my street! At
least I only noticed it today. This poster is just like the others
with a blurred phone #...I told the story to a friend of mine
and she asked me to write somemore. As I am writing now,
I am sobbing uncontrolabe...remembering that feeling of not
being able to connect...that awful feeling of loss. I am remembering
when my son left for India the first or was it the second or third
time? It wasn't that day but maybe a week later I saw someone
who looked just like him walking down the street. Young, tall,
thin with long hair and a back pack. He looked carefree and on
his way to somewhere. This sobbing is like the feeling I've had
when my dad died and then again when I lost my mom. I am
remembering the inabillity to hear their voice or look into their
eyes. He's gone. He's really gone, it's like he's dead and it hurts.
I know it's just a feeling, a remembering but still it hurts. Funny
thing is, my son is sitting in my kitchen right now (on the floor)
drinking a smoothie and I asked him to go take a look at the
sign on the corner and he looked up at me and said: "No. I'm
drinking my smoothie right now!" Well I'm not sobbing
right now as I'm reading my notes from yesterday and I understand
all about "anicha" impermanence. At this moment I am happy
and feeling really good. Actually it's kind of fun to be inspired by something and write about it. This year Shane returns to India, trip # 7.
is on the telephone pole as you turn onto my street! At
least I only noticed it today. This poster is just like the others
with a blurred phone #...I told the story to a friend of mine
and she asked me to write somemore. As I am writing now,
I am sobbing uncontrolabe...remembering that feeling of not
being able to connect...that awful feeling of loss. I am remembering
when my son left for India the first or was it the second or third
time? It wasn't that day but maybe a week later I saw someone
who looked just like him walking down the street. Young, tall,
thin with long hair and a back pack. He looked carefree and on
his way to somewhere. This sobbing is like the feeling I've had
when my dad died and then again when I lost my mom. I am
remembering the inabillity to hear their voice or look into their
eyes. He's gone. He's really gone, it's like he's dead and it hurts.
I know it's just a feeling, a remembering but still it hurts. Funny
thing is, my son is sitting in my kitchen right now (on the floor)
drinking a smoothie and I asked him to go take a look at the
sign on the corner and he looked up at me and said: "No. I'm
drinking my smoothie right now!" Well I'm not sobbing
right now as I'm reading my notes from yesterday and I understand
all about "anicha" impermanence. At this moment I am happy
and feeling really good. Actually it's kind of fun to be inspired by something and write about it. This year Shane returns to India, trip # 7.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Lost Cat poster on a telephone pole
Early morning before eight, I went for my artist date, a walk around the block. Earplugs in and eyes wide open. I see a sign on a telephone that looks like a "wanted dead or alive" poster, it reads:
Lost cat.
Reward
(there is a color photo of a big, black furry feline, reclining)
and the phone number in red.
The poster is sealed in plastic laminate. The phone number however is blurred. Maybe the rain seeped through where it was stappled. My gut reaction was..."How interesting, hummm.... there is no way to connect once the cat is found." Then I saw the poster again on another telephone pole and I thought how sad...this poster's phone numbe is blurred too. My eyes got a little teary but no niagra falls!
Early morning before eight, I went for my artist date, a walk around the block. Earplugs in and eyes wide open. I see a sign on a telephone that looks like a "wanted dead or alive" poster, it reads:
Lost cat.
Reward
(there is a color photo of a big, black furry feline, reclining)
and the phone number in red.
The poster is sealed in plastic laminate. The phone number however is blurred. Maybe the rain seeped through where it was stappled. My gut reaction was..."How interesting, hummm.... there is no way to connect once the cat is found." Then I saw the poster again on another telephone pole and I thought how sad...this poster's phone numbe is blurred too. My eyes got a little teary but no niagra falls!
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
The lone ranger!
All really is well
and
all nagging shit is just an illusion
and
the really good news is that it's a beautiful day!
Yesterday I tossed the marble journal I wrote in
to get me through
my husband's shoulder and then right after heart stuff...it
was a day by day diary filled with to do's and
feelings and sometimes shitty ruminations!
It went in the garbage because it was as I look
back not even real....the ramblings of
a scaredy cat!!!
and
I'm about to say this out loud....really loud:
It's a beautiful day!
: )
My husband just hollered from the other room
in response:
"Yes it is a beautiful day"!
Ha!
I'm feelin' gooooooooooooooooooooooood!
We are going to see the Tonto movie
(that's what we call it....hahahaha)
this afternoon.
All is well.
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
waving to god
Today is July 2nd. While seated in a waiting room, I noticed a little 2 year old sitting on his mom's lap. He wore plaid pants and a white shirt and he was munching on a pacifier. At first I thought: "That must be the mom and I bet the teenager on her right is her daughter. I had an ugly thought about their being too many blacks in the world as the latest stats say the white race had a negative dip this year and in the next 20 years the white race will be a minority." Anyway the little boy with black kinky hair jumped off his mommy's lap and waddled around the waiting room and into the buisness office as the mom ran after him. I sighed and all of a sudden found my self speaking up to the mom: "He is so adorable." After speaking these words something shifted in me
as I watched the little guy run here and there. As they wizzed by me, the mom and her little guy in the plaid shorts, sporting a pacifier, I said to her: "It's like looking into the eyes of god." That expression sums up how I feel about all children and now the mom had her little guy in her arms and she turned to walk out. The little guy looked at me (he was sitting on her hip) and I looked back with my big toothy smile and that little guy started blowing me kisses. My eyes welled up as I waved bye,bye and they exited!
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