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A few hours ago I ran into one of my cousins. I gave her Reiki I and II attunements a little over a month ago. She'd suffered back pains and was not doing well with the painkillers.
She was happier than last time I saw her. "How's your back?" She went on to say that while it was better she was still dealing with it. I suggested she spend some time each day doing the self-treatments. "I do feel much better when I do it!"
The problem is making the time to do it. I know this myself. Just this morning I suffered a sinus headache trying to morph into a migraine and reached for the pills. For the last couple days I've known I needed to make time for self-treatment.
No wonder this healing art was lost. We don't make time for what works. We wait until there's a problem instead of practicing prevention.
How many Americans only integrate responsible diet and exercise into their daily lives after the diabetes diagnosis.
Tons of books explore a very simple truth. Our lives are made up a million minor choices.
Tomorrow morning, I'm doing reiki! And I'm not having more than a little piece of chocolate before I go to bed, either.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Love
My post on fasting a few days ago generated several great conversations with friends. One of them decided to join the fun. He fasted this weekend. Funny thing about his fast, though. His fast was about adding something into his weekend rather than taking something out. He fasted love, the word love. His fast was to say love as often as he could throughout the weekend.
I'd never heard of a fast that lived in increasing some behavior. But if anyone could pull such a feat off, such a fast, it was him!
Over the last few years we've joked about my fasting. When I fast, he reaps blessings. I go a few days without eating and he suddenly gets some new understanding about something that's puzzled him for years, even decades. Or I fast 12 hours without telling him and he can't figure out why all of a sudden people who've been out of touch are all calling on the same day.
He had this phenomenon in mind when he "fasted" the word love. He wanted to see what I'd get out of his love fast.
What I got was a greater conscious awareness of loving others in my life. In particular, I'd been resisting the notion of being "in love". Why did I resist? I don't know. Scared, mostly. Making it mean something more than what it is. It's an experience of another person. That's all. I saw it as a gateway to the beginning of the end of a relationship.
Love is the experience of connecting with and intimately knowing the divine nature of another human being. I felt that this weekend.
Love fast.
Fast Love.
I'd never heard of a fast that lived in increasing some behavior. But if anyone could pull such a feat off, such a fast, it was him!
Over the last few years we've joked about my fasting. When I fast, he reaps blessings. I go a few days without eating and he suddenly gets some new understanding about something that's puzzled him for years, even decades. Or I fast 12 hours without telling him and he can't figure out why all of a sudden people who've been out of touch are all calling on the same day.
He had this phenomenon in mind when he "fasted" the word love. He wanted to see what I'd get out of his love fast.
What I got was a greater conscious awareness of loving others in my life. In particular, I'd been resisting the notion of being "in love". Why did I resist? I don't know. Scared, mostly. Making it mean something more than what it is. It's an experience of another person. That's all. I saw it as a gateway to the beginning of the end of a relationship.
Love is the experience of connecting with and intimately knowing the divine nature of another human being. I felt that this weekend.
Love fast.
Fast Love.
Perfect imperfection...
It was to be 30 days of blogging.
And then a busy weekend, solidly scheduled tested my discipline, my planning.
My phone wouldn't let me access the login, constantly asking me, over and over and over, if I wanted to allow the page even though the security information wasn't current. I said yes, but my phone didn't agree.
At 10:30pm, I wasn't able to access the blog.
At 11:20pm, I'm home. Only I'm busy trying to attend to the needs of another.
And when it's all said and done, the clock says 12:09am. Saturday has come and gone.
There will not be 30 days straight unless I start over.
I might. I'll decide tomorrow.
Good night.
And then a busy weekend, solidly scheduled tested my discipline, my planning.
My phone wouldn't let me access the login, constantly asking me, over and over and over, if I wanted to allow the page even though the security information wasn't current. I said yes, but my phone didn't agree.
At 10:30pm, I wasn't able to access the blog.
At 11:20pm, I'm home. Only I'm busy trying to attend to the needs of another.
And when it's all said and done, the clock says 12:09am. Saturday has come and gone.
There will not be 30 days straight unless I start over.
I might. I'll decide tomorrow.
Good night.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Old recipes with Love
This year is the year of reinventing Rahbin. True, it's lifelong, ongoing and incessant, but last year and the view of this one coming are immeasurably new and exciting. Along with taking on photography and reiki as a business, I'm also exploring my creative expression through cooking.
A few weeks ago, I was struggling to come up with something different to cook for my sweetheart and I before a class. Having lived on my own for so long, I fell into the lazy habit of making healthful, affordable choices at eateries or relying on processed food warmed up. After combing through old memories of meals I'd made in the past, I remembered a recipe for a simple curry-flavored dish of ground beef and vegetables over rice.
The recipe comes from an old paper recipe book of my mother's, held together by three wire pieces that resemble stapes, but are circular. How I loved the recipe for bean soup as a child. I called my mom and she gladly read the recipe for kima (keema) over the phone. It was delicious and well received.
When I asked to borrow it for copying, there was hesitation. The pages are brown and some are on the way to crumbling in the hands. I promised to be gentle.
This morning, I took the pages to a local office supply store and made two sets of copies. It seemed logical to give my mom a more usable copy as well.
So...now I'm cooking, taking photographs and sharing reiki.
A reinvented Rahbin!
Midlife is fabulous!
A few weeks ago, I was struggling to come up with something different to cook for my sweetheart and I before a class. Having lived on my own for so long, I fell into the lazy habit of making healthful, affordable choices at eateries or relying on processed food warmed up. After combing through old memories of meals I'd made in the past, I remembered a recipe for a simple curry-flavored dish of ground beef and vegetables over rice.
The recipe comes from an old paper recipe book of my mother's, held together by three wire pieces that resemble stapes, but are circular. How I loved the recipe for bean soup as a child. I called my mom and she gladly read the recipe for kima (keema) over the phone. It was delicious and well received.
When I asked to borrow it for copying, there was hesitation. The pages are brown and some are on the way to crumbling in the hands. I promised to be gentle.
This morning, I took the pages to a local office supply store and made two sets of copies. It seemed logical to give my mom a more usable copy as well.
So...now I'm cooking, taking photographs and sharing reiki.
A reinvented Rahbin!
Midlife is fabulous!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Commitment to Heal
MasterRabin is a word play on both my desire to master me as well as being a Reiki Master. It's been years in the making, but I'm finally ready to be an active, teaching Reiki Master. I've committed to enabling at least 100 individuals to turn on their innate healing power before 2009 ends.
The seed was planted five months ago when I realized a woman I see regularly at my local coffee shop would benefit from an attunement. Until then I'd only attuned my mom and one friend. Even though I've experienced immense personal benefit from the balancing effects of the reiki energy healing method, I was keeping it all to myself.
I've been going to this same coffee shop for the last five or six years. Sometimes I go in a couple times a week, other times only once or twice a month. Over the years I've noticed times when she's more happy and less happy, more enthused and less enthused and physically more healthy and other times less healthy. On that day five months ago, I knew in my heart that I'd made some promise in eternity, a vow before getting here from heaven, to offer her reiki.
It's been five months in the making, but I'm now ready to fulfill on that soul agreement.
Over a year ago, I gave my first Reiki attunement to a friend, Abby. She's a licensed massage therapist, acupunturist and herbal medicine healer. We bartered. I gave her Reiki I and II and she gave me a series of acupuncture treatments. She shared some of the benefits she noticed, including an enhancement when treating clients with massage and acupuncture. I began to realize my own benefits were not a fluke.
Months later, I gave my Mom Reiki I. More months, then reiki II. She too has reported a series of benefits, including lower blood pressure.
And that was all. Months passed without sharing it with anyone else.
In April, Abby suggests I call a guy who wants to barter his fashion consulting for reiki. We made arrangements. He somehow remained charming and tactful while being brutally honest. When all was said and done, 1/3 of my browns, blacks and tents were missing. In exchange he became a reiki master. He was my first.
And then I was on a roll. I turned on the healing power of my sister, a cousin, a former coach, a friend, my sweetheart, another friend and so on. All the while it was becoming clearer that I wanted to do more of this, needed to do more of this.
On July 26th, I declared myself in business, but have so far only accepted one paying client. And, I haven't even accepted the actual payment yet. I've agreed to be paid.
Today, I took a major step in truly stepping into what I declared as the newest aspect to my life's work. I am a healer. Truthfully, I am a gifted healer. It runs in my veins, inherited. I'm certain of this. The series of books I wanted to write on Luzca are in part about owning this truth.
No time for home-made chai this morning, I stopped by my local coffee shop before heading off to scope out used classroom furniture from the district warehouse. Several of us from my high school planned to meet there right at 9am when the doors opened with a new shipment. My students now have a nice wooden coat rack for their wet jackets in winter.
As soon as I walked in three familiar faces greeted me with warm smiles and hellos. As fate would have it, there were no customers behind me. Rare! Very rare! This place is always busy.
I recognized the set-up. Either walk through the door I've stared through for five months or let it close, walk away.
If there were any doubts about it being an opening, an opportunity, the young lady who inspired my desire to share reiki inquires with great interest and enthusiasm into what's new for me this summer. Not the polite kind of "what's new?", but the general interest that reeks of winking angels daring me to fess up.
As soon as the question left her lips, time and space expanded. For a coffee shop at 9am, it suddenly seemed particularly still and quiet. In the two second eternity it took me to muster the courage to answer forthrightly, I chose crossing through the threshold. I knew that if I did not mention reiki, if I did not own up to what I created, I'd have one more experience of knowing myself as a flake, as someone who shirks, as someone who was too scared, too timid to contribute powerfully to another human being and make a difference in her life.
I told her about reiki. I did not tell her that she was the inspiration for my choice to create a business around sharing reiki or that at that I practiced on a dozen others before acquiring the confidence to offer it to her. I did tell her that I knew she'd benefit and that I wanted to give it to her as a gift.
I walked through the door. I know myself as someone who is committed to enabling others to live balanced, healthy lives. I shared the benefits I'd received and those received by others I personally attuned over the last few months.
Then there was momentum. I told her that my services were free, but that I'd gladly accept paying referrals later if she benefited and wanted to share it. It's so huge that I was clear with myself and with her that I'm creating this as a business. Living my commitments out loud.
Ten minutes later I called to schedule the first client for which I'll be paid. It's quite a breakthrough in valuing what I have to contribute to others.
The seed was planted five months ago when I realized a woman I see regularly at my local coffee shop would benefit from an attunement. Until then I'd only attuned my mom and one friend. Even though I've experienced immense personal benefit from the balancing effects of the reiki energy healing method, I was keeping it all to myself.
I've been going to this same coffee shop for the last five or six years. Sometimes I go in a couple times a week, other times only once or twice a month. Over the years I've noticed times when she's more happy and less happy, more enthused and less enthused and physically more healthy and other times less healthy. On that day five months ago, I knew in my heart that I'd made some promise in eternity, a vow before getting here from heaven, to offer her reiki.
It's been five months in the making, but I'm now ready to fulfill on that soul agreement.
Over a year ago, I gave my first Reiki attunement to a friend, Abby. She's a licensed massage therapist, acupunturist and herbal medicine healer. We bartered. I gave her Reiki I and II and she gave me a series of acupuncture treatments. She shared some of the benefits she noticed, including an enhancement when treating clients with massage and acupuncture. I began to realize my own benefits were not a fluke.
Months later, I gave my Mom Reiki I. More months, then reiki II. She too has reported a series of benefits, including lower blood pressure.
And that was all. Months passed without sharing it with anyone else.
In April, Abby suggests I call a guy who wants to barter his fashion consulting for reiki. We made arrangements. He somehow remained charming and tactful while being brutally honest. When all was said and done, 1/3 of my browns, blacks and tents were missing. In exchange he became a reiki master. He was my first.
And then I was on a roll. I turned on the healing power of my sister, a cousin, a former coach, a friend, my sweetheart, another friend and so on. All the while it was becoming clearer that I wanted to do more of this, needed to do more of this.
On July 26th, I declared myself in business, but have so far only accepted one paying client. And, I haven't even accepted the actual payment yet. I've agreed to be paid.
Today, I took a major step in truly stepping into what I declared as the newest aspect to my life's work. I am a healer. Truthfully, I am a gifted healer. It runs in my veins, inherited. I'm certain of this. The series of books I wanted to write on Luzca are in part about owning this truth.
No time for home-made chai this morning, I stopped by my local coffee shop before heading off to scope out used classroom furniture from the district warehouse. Several of us from my high school planned to meet there right at 9am when the doors opened with a new shipment. My students now have a nice wooden coat rack for their wet jackets in winter.
As soon as I walked in three familiar faces greeted me with warm smiles and hellos. As fate would have it, there were no customers behind me. Rare! Very rare! This place is always busy.
I recognized the set-up. Either walk through the door I've stared through for five months or let it close, walk away.
If there were any doubts about it being an opening, an opportunity, the young lady who inspired my desire to share reiki inquires with great interest and enthusiasm into what's new for me this summer. Not the polite kind of "what's new?", but the general interest that reeks of winking angels daring me to fess up.
As soon as the question left her lips, time and space expanded. For a coffee shop at 9am, it suddenly seemed particularly still and quiet. In the two second eternity it took me to muster the courage to answer forthrightly, I chose crossing through the threshold. I knew that if I did not mention reiki, if I did not own up to what I created, I'd have one more experience of knowing myself as a flake, as someone who shirks, as someone who was too scared, too timid to contribute powerfully to another human being and make a difference in her life.
I told her about reiki. I did not tell her that she was the inspiration for my choice to create a business around sharing reiki or that at that I practiced on a dozen others before acquiring the confidence to offer it to her. I did tell her that I knew she'd benefit and that I wanted to give it to her as a gift.
I walked through the door. I know myself as someone who is committed to enabling others to live balanced, healthy lives. I shared the benefits I'd received and those received by others I personally attuned over the last few months.
Then there was momentum. I told her that my services were free, but that I'd gladly accept paying referrals later if she benefited and wanted to share it. It's so huge that I was clear with myself and with her that I'm creating this as a business. Living my commitments out loud.
Ten minutes later I called to schedule the first client for which I'll be paid. It's quite a breakthrough in valuing what I have to contribute to others.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Light of The Morning After
It's only natural for an artist to explore different mediums. Everyone's an artist. Everyone's exploring different mediums.
Yesterday I attended the first of a six session photography class. A college sweetheart had dabbled in photography and taken me into the dark room for processing. That was my first exposure.
There was one photo he'd taken of me smiling at him from his bed. I was fully dressed! It wasn't the Mona Lisa, but he had captured a mood, a smirk and a look of love. That was when I first recognized that the artistry of photography was available to anyone who took an interest in the subject. Expertise increases the odds, but the art is in the eyes. Anyone, everyone can be an artist!
I was nearly forty before I owned the artist in me. I'd written a book, attempted decoration, painted my home's interior, created jewelry and perfected the delivery of lectures to high school seniors...but I didn't consider myself an artist until a housekeeper came in, walked around a bit and offered an out loud observation of the obvious, "So you're an artist?".
Yesterday, this artist took her first photography class. This morning, as I headed off with Chocolate on our morning walk, the haze created as light plays off tiny particles in the air caught my eye. I've always taken moments to marvel at light. Today, the morning after, I ran back for my camera.
When you own being an artist, there's freedom to see what others don't, to marvel at it, and attempt to recreate it. Makes me acknowledge that all artistry is a testament to the divine, an effort to mix our creativity with God's in homage to magic.
I wouldn't submit this shot to photo world magazine for technical merits, but I share it here because I saw myself as an artist, as someone attempting to capture a moment marveling at the divine.
We are all artists. Chefs are artists. Most housewives, too. The usual suspects are painters, sculptors, musicians, graphic artists, photographers, authors, journalists, decorators, speakers, and so on. We forget about electricians, plumbers, salespeople, nurses, doctors and all the other professions whose members' products or performances incorporate artistry in less appreciated ways. There are electricians who take pride in how the finished product, the wires, the connections, the conduits, flow, look and function. There's artistry in efficiency, too. There's artistry in conversation. There's even artistry in bad art, whatever the medium.
We are all paying homage to the Light!
Yesterday I attended the first of a six session photography class. A college sweetheart had dabbled in photography and taken me into the dark room for processing. That was my first exposure.
There was one photo he'd taken of me smiling at him from his bed. I was fully dressed! It wasn't the Mona Lisa, but he had captured a mood, a smirk and a look of love. That was when I first recognized that the artistry of photography was available to anyone who took an interest in the subject. Expertise increases the odds, but the art is in the eyes. Anyone, everyone can be an artist!
I was nearly forty before I owned the artist in me. I'd written a book, attempted decoration, painted my home's interior, created jewelry and perfected the delivery of lectures to high school seniors...but I didn't consider myself an artist until a housekeeper came in, walked around a bit and offered an out loud observation of the obvious, "So you're an artist?".
Yesterday, this artist took her first photography class. This morning, as I headed off with Chocolate on our morning walk, the haze created as light plays off tiny particles in the air caught my eye. I've always taken moments to marvel at light. Today, the morning after, I ran back for my camera.
When you own being an artist, there's freedom to see what others don't, to marvel at it, and attempt to recreate it. Makes me acknowledge that all artistry is a testament to the divine, an effort to mix our creativity with God's in homage to magic.
I wouldn't submit this shot to photo world magazine for technical merits, but I share it here because I saw myself as an artist, as someone attempting to capture a moment marveling at the divine.
We are all artists. Chefs are artists. Most housewives, too. The usual suspects are painters, sculptors, musicians, graphic artists, photographers, authors, journalists, decorators, speakers, and so on. We forget about electricians, plumbers, salespeople, nurses, doctors and all the other professions whose members' products or performances incorporate artistry in less appreciated ways. There are electricians who take pride in how the finished product, the wires, the connections, the conduits, flow, look and function. There's artistry in efficiency, too. There's artistry in conversation. There's even artistry in bad art, whatever the medium.
We are all paying homage to the Light!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Photography Class
Just got back from my first photography class. I didn't want to go. I've got too much to do already! And then I went. And it was fabulous. Expect to see more pics posted.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Movies that Moved Me
I've got a long and wonderful day ahead of me tomorrow starting with a breakfast date with a cousin at 8am and then leaving at 10:15am with my sweetie for an event in Santa Barbara. Just in case I don't get a moment before Sunday becomes Monday, I'm posting before Saturday is barely noticed as gone.
I'm cross-breeding facebook notes with blog entries. The same friend that passed along the query of 15 favorite books has now inquired into 15 favorite movies.
Loving movies more than books, I hated stopping at 15. Taking liberties, I didn't.
1. The Godfather I
2. The Godfather III (ok, Godfather II, too, but I and III deserved distinct entries)
3. Training Day
4. Desperado (saw this one in the theater 8 or 9 times)
5. Phantom of the Opera
6. Very Bad Things
7. Requiem for a Dream
8. Contact
9. Matrix (just the first one)
10. Notes on a Scandal
11. Chicago (I know...something about it, though)
12. The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
13. The Dark Knight
14. Pirates of the Caribbean (1st and 3rd, especially)
15. The French Lieutenant's Woman
That list spilled out until I got to #15. Then I got stuck wanting to make the official last entry count. Others that came to mind:
Blue Velvet
American Beauty
2001: Space Odyssey
Bourne Ultimatum
Dr. Strangelove
Transformers
Blackhawk Down (?)
Kramer vs. Kramer
mmmm mmmm movies
I prefer action, dark comedy, vengeance and drama. Testament that I am created in my Father's image.
I'm cross-breeding facebook notes with blog entries. The same friend that passed along the query of 15 favorite books has now inquired into 15 favorite movies.
Loving movies more than books, I hated stopping at 15. Taking liberties, I didn't.
1. The Godfather I
2. The Godfather III (ok, Godfather II, too, but I and III deserved distinct entries)
3. Training Day
4. Desperado (saw this one in the theater 8 or 9 times)
5. Phantom of the Opera
6. Very Bad Things
7. Requiem for a Dream
8. Contact
9. Matrix (just the first one)
10. Notes on a Scandal
11. Chicago (I know...something about it, though)
12. The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
13. The Dark Knight
14. Pirates of the Caribbean (1st and 3rd, especially)
15. The French Lieutenant's Woman
That list spilled out until I got to #15. Then I got stuck wanting to make the official last entry count. Others that came to mind:
Blue Velvet
American Beauty
2001: Space Odyssey
Bourne Ultimatum
Dr. Strangelove
Transformers
Blackhawk Down (?)
Kramer vs. Kramer
mmmm mmmm movies
I prefer action, dark comedy, vengeance and drama. Testament that I am created in my Father's image.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Writings of my Father
My love of words to explore worlds is genetic. Paternal aunts, uncles and cousins all create exquisite poetry, musings and stories.
Had my father lived into the 21st century, no doubt he'd have a well-followed blog. To remember the year he died, I always have to first remember the year I got married. 1995? Graduating law school, meeting my ex-husband and introducing my then fiance to my dying father during his last day's in the hospital all happened within a year's time. December 1994 to 1996 was a period of significant transition.
I remember getting a phone call from my Aunt Mildred, "Robin, your father expired..." Inspire, expire, breathe in, breathe out, live, die, create, destroyed. Here, gone.
He was such an incredible man. He loved to philosophize about the occurences that make up what we call our lives.
I remember going to my Grandmother's home on the eve of the funeral. Everyone was passing around his journals, enjoying his commentary, letters and thoughts. These were collected and typed and distributed by my Uncle Therman so that the entire family would have a piece of "Bubba" to read and remember him by.
I still have the originals as well as my copies. Better than treasure.
One cousin, Jaha, shared a particularly special and close relationship with him and remains moved by the spirit of my father. She's posted several pieces from the collection on her blog at jahasworld.blogspot.com/. Put "from Bubba's journal" in the search box at the top of her blog to see the resemblance.
For ease...here are a couple:
History
Prayer
I'm a problem-solver if nothing else
Letter to a Woman--a taste of my father's "character"
Had my father lived into the 21st century, no doubt he'd have a well-followed blog. To remember the year he died, I always have to first remember the year I got married. 1995? Graduating law school, meeting my ex-husband and introducing my then fiance to my dying father during his last day's in the hospital all happened within a year's time. December 1994 to 1996 was a period of significant transition.
I remember getting a phone call from my Aunt Mildred, "Robin, your father expired..." Inspire, expire, breathe in, breathe out, live, die, create, destroyed. Here, gone.
He was such an incredible man. He loved to philosophize about the occurences that make up what we call our lives.
I remember going to my Grandmother's home on the eve of the funeral. Everyone was passing around his journals, enjoying his commentary, letters and thoughts. These were collected and typed and distributed by my Uncle Therman so that the entire family would have a piece of "Bubba" to read and remember him by.
I still have the originals as well as my copies. Better than treasure.
One cousin, Jaha, shared a particularly special and close relationship with him and remains moved by the spirit of my father. She's posted several pieces from the collection on her blog at jahasworld.blogspot.com/. Put "from Bubba's journal" in the search box at the top of her blog to see the resemblance.
For ease...here are a couple:
History
Prayer
I'm a problem-solver if nothing else
Letter to a Woman--a taste of my father's "character"
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Flow....When you know
Happy B-Day to me. I'm off to have dinner with my sweetheart. I know, I know. 30 posts, 30 days.
All I can make time to say today is that it's nice to be in the flow. I walked into a discount clothing store and scanned the blouses. A green and brown top called my name, practically yelled. I picked it up, gave it a few glances and sat it back down. It might work, but it might not.
As soon as I sat it down, something drew my hand right back to it. "Fine!" I said. It's $8.99 and I can always bring it back if it doesn't work. I put it on with matching pants and a scarf and voila!
It's a magical life.
Blessings to everyone.
All I can make time to say today is that it's nice to be in the flow. I walked into a discount clothing store and scanned the blouses. A green and brown top called my name, practically yelled. I picked it up, gave it a few glances and sat it back down. It might work, but it might not.
As soon as I sat it down, something drew my hand right back to it. "Fine!" I said. It's $8.99 and I can always bring it back if it doesn't work. I put it on with matching pants and a scarf and voila!
It's a magical life.
Blessings to everyone.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Music Again
I'm enjoying The Police's "Don't Stand So Close To Me" for the first time in months. Hate that I had to give away my tickets to their reunion concert a couple years back. Although, considering there was no clamor for an extended or second tour, I guess it's just as well that I enjoy the oozing sexual tension from their digitized youth.
"You know how bad girls get..."
I'll probably play it five or six times before I move on to "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da".** (Greatest Hits CD)
Two, ok maybe three years ago, I bought a mega-MP3 so I could store all my ancient music in one convenient place and ditch the five-CD changer that makes rather loud clicking sounds when it switches from one CD to the next. A few months ago the smaller version I take with me on my walks was dropped in mud or water, muddy water I suppose.
You know how some folks will go to the refrigerator every couple hours or so to see if there's anything good to eat? No one's gone shopping, nothing's been added or taken away, and yet there's a return every few hours to see if there's something newly appealing or interesting in there after all. And then on the third or fourth opening and closing, the sighs begin to get audible, maybe a curse word or two lamenting that nothing has magically appeared. I do that sometimes.
Over the last few months I've plugged in the small MP3, charged it up and tried to turn it on. I did it a couple months ago and again today. When charging didn't do much, I tried wiping off the lingering muddy water streaks. Kinda like trying to wash death out and life in or applying electric shock to a corpse days after death has visited and gone.
I haven't walked with music all summer and today was to be the day. Fall is in the air and four additional pounds on my body. I love walking at dusk when the sun makes its way further south during the fall. I take the winter off and then back out in the spring when the sun comes back to kiss the wet away.
Glorious incentive! I charged up the dusty new mega MP3, loaded the software, transferred the 557 musical files and four hours later I sit here disturbing the silence with my sing-alongs.
Feels so good to use what I've purchased, I'm planning to reload my router's software so that I can free myself from the data-ready phone line in the back room.
A perfect early fall evening...come home from work, walk chocolate, drop him back at home and then give myself an extended walk with music and then settle in at the desk surfing and writing...and disturbing the silence with my singing.
** my favorite lines from De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
Poets, priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no-one's jamming their transmission
And when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you
"You know how bad girls get..."
I'll probably play it five or six times before I move on to "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da".** (Greatest Hits CD)
Two, ok maybe three years ago, I bought a mega-MP3 so I could store all my ancient music in one convenient place and ditch the five-CD changer that makes rather loud clicking sounds when it switches from one CD to the next. A few months ago the smaller version I take with me on my walks was dropped in mud or water, muddy water I suppose.
You know how some folks will go to the refrigerator every couple hours or so to see if there's anything good to eat? No one's gone shopping, nothing's been added or taken away, and yet there's a return every few hours to see if there's something newly appealing or interesting in there after all. And then on the third or fourth opening and closing, the sighs begin to get audible, maybe a curse word or two lamenting that nothing has magically appeared. I do that sometimes.
Over the last few months I've plugged in the small MP3, charged it up and tried to turn it on. I did it a couple months ago and again today. When charging didn't do much, I tried wiping off the lingering muddy water streaks. Kinda like trying to wash death out and life in or applying electric shock to a corpse days after death has visited and gone.
I haven't walked with music all summer and today was to be the day. Fall is in the air and four additional pounds on my body. I love walking at dusk when the sun makes its way further south during the fall. I take the winter off and then back out in the spring when the sun comes back to kiss the wet away.
Glorious incentive! I charged up the dusty new mega MP3, loaded the software, transferred the 557 musical files and four hours later I sit here disturbing the silence with my sing-alongs.
Feels so good to use what I've purchased, I'm planning to reload my router's software so that I can free myself from the data-ready phone line in the back room.
A perfect early fall evening...come home from work, walk chocolate, drop him back at home and then give myself an extended walk with music and then settle in at the desk surfing and writing...and disturbing the silence with my singing.
** my favorite lines from De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
Poets, priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no-one's jamming their transmission
And when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Fasting
In all my postings about changing my relationship to relationships, I give credit to courses I've taken, energy healing and to my ability to manifest what matters to me. I've never mentioned fasting.
I love fasting! There was a short period in the late 90's when I belonged to a Church of God in Christ (COGIC). The pastor was a faster. Effectively! I'm impressed by results. And he looked great! Fasting was encouraged for both church and personal goals, spiritual and physical.
Fasting wasn't new to me. As a child, I'd watched Muslim family members observe Ramadan as well as fast periodically to cleanse the body. It wasn't a big stretch to take it on when Pastor Hill preached its virtues.
Back in 1999, my COGIC days, I once fasted for three days, having only water and a little juice or tea on the third day. The second day was rough, but the third day was fabulous. I was tired, but not fatigued; my mind was clear and my heart felt pure. Lovely!
Although I left COGIC, I continued to fast for both spiritual and material benefit. I remember fasting in 1999 for a condo I wanted to buy. It was perfect, 3 bedrooms, one a loft, high ceilings, huge deck and lots of natural light. I fasted and prayed and hoped and hoped, but also added that I only wanted it if it was God's Will and the right place.
My offer wasn't accepted. I took the next day off to recover from my crushed dream and called the realtor to see what had come up on the market in the three weeks I'd spent praying, fasting, hoping and waiting for the one that fell through. Three or four hours later we walked into this place I've now lived for ten years. I fell in love with it on sight. From that moment on, fasting has been a big part of my life. Yet, until now, I've not shared about it.
I've shared so much about Landmark Education, reiki, crystals and so on. The truth is that when I decided to create a committed relationship, I prayed about it and asked what kind of fasting would have me clear out the spiritual, mental and emotional debris that always gets in the way.
Oh yeah, a little detail...Sometimes a suggested fast finds it's way to my inner ear and I either say yeah or nay. Other times, I'll have an outcome in mind, a particular request, and I'll ask that inner voice what's recommended.
When I inquired internally for a fasting regimen to create the relationship I wanted, I heard 20 Mondays before my birthday. I don't remember when I prayed about the fasting recommendation or exactly when the answer came, but I know the first Monday was December 1, 2008. Glad I calendared it! The 20th Monday happened sometime in June. (They were generally midnight to midnight, but a few were 8am-8pm.)
In a conversation with a friend a few days ago, I shared that the stories of people, situations, movies and media are incredibly transparent for me of late. I mentioned again that while I have the converter box my Mom didn't need sitting in a closet ready to install, I haven't had a functioning television since they switched to digital in June. Haven't missed it much, either. "No wonder," he says, "you've fasted media and now you've got this gift of seeing things transparently."
I hadn't thought of it as "fasting" since it wasn't intentional or deliberate. That's happened before, though. I'll get super busy and not make time to eat and then decide to turn it into a fast. So, yes, let's make it a fast. I'll finally get satellite or something when the new school year starts, making the fast from television the entire summer break.
If you haven't fasted before, try it out. For me it goes hand-in-hand with prayer, but take it on however works for you. You feel better, your skin gets healthier and it enhances any weight loss activities.
What got me thinking about fasting this morning were thoughts of gifts, giving, finances and tithing. I'm fasting wasteful spending for my 43rd year. Ouch! That one's gonna hurt. I'll be spending the next couple days praying over exactly what that's going to look like.
The spiritual aspect is in unearthing and clearing out the hidden scripts and imperatives of which wasteful spending is a symptom. I can't wait.
**If there are any friends or family wondering why I didn't share about the 20 days of fasting sooner, it was simply because I was also fasting blabbing about it. There were times I wanted to share it, but it felt pretty clear that the instruction was to keep it to myself until it ended. It strikes me as peculiarly obedient that even though the actual fast was completed in June, the designated fasting period was until my birthday, and I was only moved to share about it now that the last Monday before my b-day has passed.
Obedience is highly underrated.
I love fasting! There was a short period in the late 90's when I belonged to a Church of God in Christ (COGIC). The pastor was a faster. Effectively! I'm impressed by results. And he looked great! Fasting was encouraged for both church and personal goals, spiritual and physical.
Fasting wasn't new to me. As a child, I'd watched Muslim family members observe Ramadan as well as fast periodically to cleanse the body. It wasn't a big stretch to take it on when Pastor Hill preached its virtues.
Back in 1999, my COGIC days, I once fasted for three days, having only water and a little juice or tea on the third day. The second day was rough, but the third day was fabulous. I was tired, but not fatigued; my mind was clear and my heart felt pure. Lovely!
Although I left COGIC, I continued to fast for both spiritual and material benefit. I remember fasting in 1999 for a condo I wanted to buy. It was perfect, 3 bedrooms, one a loft, high ceilings, huge deck and lots of natural light. I fasted and prayed and hoped and hoped, but also added that I only wanted it if it was God's Will and the right place.
My offer wasn't accepted. I took the next day off to recover from my crushed dream and called the realtor to see what had come up on the market in the three weeks I'd spent praying, fasting, hoping and waiting for the one that fell through. Three or four hours later we walked into this place I've now lived for ten years. I fell in love with it on sight. From that moment on, fasting has been a big part of my life. Yet, until now, I've not shared about it.
I've shared so much about Landmark Education, reiki, crystals and so on. The truth is that when I decided to create a committed relationship, I prayed about it and asked what kind of fasting would have me clear out the spiritual, mental and emotional debris that always gets in the way.
Oh yeah, a little detail...Sometimes a suggested fast finds it's way to my inner ear and I either say yeah or nay. Other times, I'll have an outcome in mind, a particular request, and I'll ask that inner voice what's recommended.
When I inquired internally for a fasting regimen to create the relationship I wanted, I heard 20 Mondays before my birthday. I don't remember when I prayed about the fasting recommendation or exactly when the answer came, but I know the first Monday was December 1, 2008. Glad I calendared it! The 20th Monday happened sometime in June. (They were generally midnight to midnight, but a few were 8am-8pm.)
In a conversation with a friend a few days ago, I shared that the stories of people, situations, movies and media are incredibly transparent for me of late. I mentioned again that while I have the converter box my Mom didn't need sitting in a closet ready to install, I haven't had a functioning television since they switched to digital in June. Haven't missed it much, either. "No wonder," he says, "you've fasted media and now you've got this gift of seeing things transparently."
I hadn't thought of it as "fasting" since it wasn't intentional or deliberate. That's happened before, though. I'll get super busy and not make time to eat and then decide to turn it into a fast. So, yes, let's make it a fast. I'll finally get satellite or something when the new school year starts, making the fast from television the entire summer break.
If you haven't fasted before, try it out. For me it goes hand-in-hand with prayer, but take it on however works for you. You feel better, your skin gets healthier and it enhances any weight loss activities.
What got me thinking about fasting this morning were thoughts of gifts, giving, finances and tithing. I'm fasting wasteful spending for my 43rd year. Ouch! That one's gonna hurt. I'll be spending the next couple days praying over exactly what that's going to look like.
The spiritual aspect is in unearthing and clearing out the hidden scripts and imperatives of which wasteful spending is a symptom. I can't wait.
**If there are any friends or family wondering why I didn't share about the 20 days of fasting sooner, it was simply because I was also fasting blabbing about it. There were times I wanted to share it, but it felt pretty clear that the instruction was to keep it to myself until it ended. It strikes me as peculiarly obedient that even though the actual fast was completed in June, the designated fasting period was until my birthday, and I was only moved to share about it now that the last Monday before my b-day has passed.
Obedience is highly underrated.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Intimacy
Yesterday I noted that I'd taken eight* courses within the past year through Landmark Education. I finished the eighth last night--Sex and Intimacy.
The best thing I got out of that class happened during an exercise in which we uncovered what was the most likely future in the area of sex and intimacy if we continued to what we've always done.
The vivid images that came to mind brought me freedom. In one, I was 65 and lived in the "downtown" area of a lazy town or small city. I owned a downstairs storefront, probably a bookstore, and made my home in the large loft above surrounded by books and tons of favorite things. I imagined myself walking over to a window to listen in on a conversation taking place below. My gentleman friend was engaged in a conversation with a passerby or customer. He was friendly, full of energy, vibrant. I knew him to be a doting, caring man.
As I looked below and gazed at him fondly, I thought, "Wow! He's such a nice man. I really like him. He's wonderful to have around...Too bad he's..."
There's always a "too bad...", followed by an exit.
The exercise in class continued, I next saw myself in my late 80's living in a senior community. A new guy. Once again, my thoughts were "He's great. So sweet and giving and kind...Too bad he doesn't..." My exit cue.
Suddenly, there was clarity. I'm like a baker who creates a perfect tiramisu but then gets focused in on how the cocoa didn't fall just right on the plate in some sort of clearly distinguishable and pleasing pattern. "Look at that, there's a wee bit more cocoa on the left and front than on back and right. Almost perfect, though! Almost!"
I realized I was totally OK with it. My likely future was one where I'd keep dismissing great lovers because I found some one or two dissatisfying things about them. Seems odd, but I found that future not-so-bad. There's always someone around for me to find slightly dissatisfying.
And that created a breakthrough for me. When it wasn't so bad to live a lifetime of finding each successive partner slightly dissatisfying, I got over my fear of being stuck with some one dissatisfying person. In other words, since what I'm going to be is dissatisfied with something, since I'm looking for what's not perfect, I can stop letting what's not perfect make any difference or mean anything. In embracing my habit of mind to be dissatisfied, I have the freedom to enjoy what is satisfying.
Joy and Heaven and Love...sweet freedom.
The simplicity of not requiring absolute perfection in order to experience the thrill, the love. Now there's freedom and joy, even fulfillment, in relishing the way there's just a wee more cocoa on the left and front. Sure, I could make another, but then maybe the next has a wee more cocoa on right...or clumps on top. Now that I know that even if the cocoa fell evenly and perfectly on the tiramisu's top and sides, I'd just notice that the marscapone wasn't perfectly lined top to bottom when it was sliced.
Thanks to that exercise, now I get to take a few moments to look the tiramisu over, appreciate the perfect imperfections and dig in to enjoy the delicious taste and texture.
----
On my love of Tiramisu...
Almost nine years ago to the day, I'd spent a day on my own hanging out around Jerusalem during a ten day trip through Israel and Egypt. I decided to dine at Italian restaurant called Cielo before whatever it was I did with the rest of the evening. I don't remember what I did after I left Cielo. I don't remember what I ate there or had to drink. All I remember of that night was the Tiramisu. The chef whipped tiny specks of divine chocolate into the marscapone topping. Just as one of these tiny flakes of chocolate would register and my mouth began to savor it, it'd be gone. And then another would do the same. Like a perfectly choreographed interpretive dance created for the tongue's delight. The recollection makes my eyes widen and mouth water. Many physical sensations come up with that memory!
Yeaaaaaaah. So now relationships are like enjoying the perfect Tiramisu over and over and over again.
The best thing I got out of that class happened during an exercise in which we uncovered what was the most likely future in the area of sex and intimacy if we continued to what we've always done.
The vivid images that came to mind brought me freedom. In one, I was 65 and lived in the "downtown" area of a lazy town or small city. I owned a downstairs storefront, probably a bookstore, and made my home in the large loft above surrounded by books and tons of favorite things. I imagined myself walking over to a window to listen in on a conversation taking place below. My gentleman friend was engaged in a conversation with a passerby or customer. He was friendly, full of energy, vibrant. I knew him to be a doting, caring man.
As I looked below and gazed at him fondly, I thought, "Wow! He's such a nice man. I really like him. He's wonderful to have around...Too bad he's..."
There's always a "too bad...", followed by an exit.
The exercise in class continued, I next saw myself in my late 80's living in a senior community. A new guy. Once again, my thoughts were "He's great. So sweet and giving and kind...Too bad he doesn't..." My exit cue.
Suddenly, there was clarity. I'm like a baker who creates a perfect tiramisu but then gets focused in on how the cocoa didn't fall just right on the plate in some sort of clearly distinguishable and pleasing pattern. "Look at that, there's a wee bit more cocoa on the left and front than on back and right. Almost perfect, though! Almost!"
I realized I was totally OK with it. My likely future was one where I'd keep dismissing great lovers because I found some one or two dissatisfying things about them. Seems odd, but I found that future not-so-bad. There's always someone around for me to find slightly dissatisfying.
And that created a breakthrough for me. When it wasn't so bad to live a lifetime of finding each successive partner slightly dissatisfying, I got over my fear of being stuck with some one dissatisfying person. In other words, since what I'm going to be is dissatisfied with something, since I'm looking for what's not perfect, I can stop letting what's not perfect make any difference or mean anything. In embracing my habit of mind to be dissatisfied, I have the freedom to enjoy what is satisfying.
Joy and Heaven and Love...sweet freedom.
The simplicity of not requiring absolute perfection in order to experience the thrill, the love. Now there's freedom and joy, even fulfillment, in relishing the way there's just a wee more cocoa on the left and front. Sure, I could make another, but then maybe the next has a wee more cocoa on right...or clumps on top. Now that I know that even if the cocoa fell evenly and perfectly on the tiramisu's top and sides, I'd just notice that the marscapone wasn't perfectly lined top to bottom when it was sliced.
Thanks to that exercise, now I get to take a few moments to look the tiramisu over, appreciate the perfect imperfections and dig in to enjoy the delicious taste and texture.
----
On my love of Tiramisu...
Almost nine years ago to the day, I'd spent a day on my own hanging out around Jerusalem during a ten day trip through Israel and Egypt. I decided to dine at Italian restaurant called Cielo before whatever it was I did with the rest of the evening. I don't remember what I did after I left Cielo. I don't remember what I ate there or had to drink. All I remember of that night was the Tiramisu. The chef whipped tiny specks of divine chocolate into the marscapone topping. Just as one of these tiny flakes of chocolate would register and my mouth began to savor it, it'd be gone. And then another would do the same. Like a perfectly choreographed interpretive dance created for the tongue's delight. The recollection makes my eyes widen and mouth water. Many physical sensations come up with that memory!
Yeaaaaaaah. So now relationships are like enjoying the perfect Tiramisu over and over and over again.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Thirty Days Experiment
What would it look like if I stopped worrying about what it looked like? What if instead of waiting till I had time to make it all sound just so or waiting till I felt I had something profoundly insightful to share, I simply shared? It'd look like the next 30 blogs.
I turn 43 in a few days. Forty-two was a great year, but I expect 43 to be even better. Of all the things that have happened during my 42nd trip around the sun, my favorite is moving from I to E. I took my first personality test in high school and consistently tested as an introvert. A few months ago I took the Jung-Enneagram test at www.similarminds.com and was surprised to see an "E" where an "I" had always been. ENTP--Extrovert, Intuitive, Thinking and Perceiving. I wasn't expecting that!
I'll be completing my eighth course with Landmark Education shortly. August 15th was the 1-year anniversary of taking the initial course--The Landmark Forum. What'd I get from all those classes?
When I started:
*I'd just taken on dating with purpose but mostly dismissed anyone I went out with after the first date unless they were quicker and dismissed me first.
*I showed up late most places.
*I rarely accepted without anxiety invitations to social gatherings.
*As much as I enjoy teaching, I spent a lot of energy analyzing how the school wasn't run properly, other teachers were too this or too that and the students didn't know how to do school.
*And even as I recognized that I had a gift for energy healing and work with crystals, only passed on Reiki as a healing tool to two people.
In this year, I created my ideal mate and allowed this relationship to flourish in new ways with ease and joy. I'm not yet someone who shows up early, but I am more likely to be only five minutes late if I'm late at all. I've signed up for a photography course that begins next week, something I've always wanted to do.
Of course, their's plenty that I thought I'd do while 43, but didn't. In October I repromised to myself that I'd get my finances on Quicken and use it religiously. Didn't! I'm taking that on again this week. I'll let you know how it goes.
I also planned to write my Luzca book, but haven't done much with it in five months. The almost-funny thing is that when I signed up for The Landmark Forum last August, it was to help me get my book written. In time, perhaps. In half the classes, I say I'm going to use what I learn to help me produce more writing...and then I transform some other area in my life.
They say a writer's home is never as clean as when they have to write. The prospect of writing this past year was incentive to work on everything else, transforming all hidden parts of my soul and spirit. Maybe that's as it should be.
Another blessing I'm celebrating on this anniversary of taking The Landmark Forum is the peace I now take with me everywhere, in every situation. Events, situation or people no longer cause me anxiety from my distaste of being an imperfect creature. I say yes to invitations effortlessly and easily, no worries about doing it wrong or being judged. That single result alone is priceless.
Here's my current fave: I am now a teaching Reiki Master. A few days ago I accepted my first paying client. A year ago I'd only passed Reiki energy healing along to my mother and a close friend who is also an acupuncturist and massage therapist. Now, I've attuned a dozen friends and family and am committing to taking it on as a business. For some crazy reason, I didn't want to charge anyone. Nevermind I found it valuable enough to spend money on getting reiki, I had some block around charging others. Considering the results I get from it, seems silly. Sure, at first glance, there's an admirable quality to not charging others if I don't need the income per se. But it also means I've no incentive to truly develop and share this remarkable tool for physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health.
Plus, there's something to be said for assigning value and having people exchange a representative amount of energy for what they receive. As great as the results I gained from Landmark, Reiki is what had me get off a variety of medications, heal unworkable patterns and drop 25 of the thirty pounds I lost over the last couple years. The results I gained in Landmark were atop the foundation of being energetically balanced.
Now I am ready to pass the gift of balanced energy and healing along to others in the form of classes for Reiki I, II and III. I'm working on the workbook I'll use and give to clients and creating a website.
I'm so excited.
Mmmmmmmm. Picture me stopping by God's office, peaking in with a smile from the doorway. "You were right, it is fun. Guess I got a little anxious there in my late twenties...Sure, 43 more sounds amazing!"
I turn 43 in a few days. Forty-two was a great year, but I expect 43 to be even better. Of all the things that have happened during my 42nd trip around the sun, my favorite is moving from I to E. I took my first personality test in high school and consistently tested as an introvert. A few months ago I took the Jung-Enneagram test at www.similarminds.com and was surprised to see an "E" where an "I" had always been. ENTP--Extrovert, Intuitive, Thinking and Perceiving. I wasn't expecting that!
I'll be completing my eighth course with Landmark Education shortly. August 15th was the 1-year anniversary of taking the initial course--The Landmark Forum. What'd I get from all those classes?
When I started:
*I'd just taken on dating with purpose but mostly dismissed anyone I went out with after the first date unless they were quicker and dismissed me first.
*I showed up late most places.
*I rarely accepted without anxiety invitations to social gatherings.
*As much as I enjoy teaching, I spent a lot of energy analyzing how the school wasn't run properly, other teachers were too this or too that and the students didn't know how to do school.
*And even as I recognized that I had a gift for energy healing and work with crystals, only passed on Reiki as a healing tool to two people.
In this year, I created my ideal mate and allowed this relationship to flourish in new ways with ease and joy. I'm not yet someone who shows up early, but I am more likely to be only five minutes late if I'm late at all. I've signed up for a photography course that begins next week, something I've always wanted to do.
Of course, their's plenty that I thought I'd do while 43, but didn't. In October I repromised to myself that I'd get my finances on Quicken and use it religiously. Didn't! I'm taking that on again this week. I'll let you know how it goes.
I also planned to write my Luzca book, but haven't done much with it in five months. The almost-funny thing is that when I signed up for The Landmark Forum last August, it was to help me get my book written. In time, perhaps. In half the classes, I say I'm going to use what I learn to help me produce more writing...and then I transform some other area in my life.
They say a writer's home is never as clean as when they have to write. The prospect of writing this past year was incentive to work on everything else, transforming all hidden parts of my soul and spirit. Maybe that's as it should be.
Another blessing I'm celebrating on this anniversary of taking The Landmark Forum is the peace I now take with me everywhere, in every situation. Events, situation or people no longer cause me anxiety from my distaste of being an imperfect creature. I say yes to invitations effortlessly and easily, no worries about doing it wrong or being judged. That single result alone is priceless.
Here's my current fave: I am now a teaching Reiki Master. A few days ago I accepted my first paying client. A year ago I'd only passed Reiki energy healing along to my mother and a close friend who is also an acupuncturist and massage therapist. Now, I've attuned a dozen friends and family and am committing to taking it on as a business. For some crazy reason, I didn't want to charge anyone. Nevermind I found it valuable enough to spend money on getting reiki, I had some block around charging others. Considering the results I get from it, seems silly. Sure, at first glance, there's an admirable quality to not charging others if I don't need the income per se. But it also means I've no incentive to truly develop and share this remarkable tool for physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health.
Plus, there's something to be said for assigning value and having people exchange a representative amount of energy for what they receive. As great as the results I gained from Landmark, Reiki is what had me get off a variety of medications, heal unworkable patterns and drop 25 of the thirty pounds I lost over the last couple years. The results I gained in Landmark were atop the foundation of being energetically balanced.
Now I am ready to pass the gift of balanced energy and healing along to others in the form of classes for Reiki I, II and III. I'm working on the workbook I'll use and give to clients and creating a website.
I'm so excited.
Mmmmmmmm. Picture me stopping by God's office, peaking in with a smile from the doorway. "You were right, it is fun. Guess I got a little anxious there in my late twenties...Sure, 43 more sounds amazing!"
Thursday, August 13, 2009
15 Books
A literary friend suggested compiling a list of 15 books as a facebook note. I did. After I completed it, I saw that it was a mirror of Who I AM. I'd like to share it. Some are fiction, some are reference, some are religious. All of them are philosophical. Mmmmmmm. The pleasure to be found in contemplating the experience of human Being.
1. Illusions--Richard Bach
2. Atlas Shrugged--Ayn Rand
3. The Fountainhead--Ayn Rand
4. The Prophet--Kahlil Gibran
5. The Little Prince--Antoine de Saint Exupery
6. One--Richard Bach
7. Ecclesiastes--The Bible
8. Essential Reiki--Diane Stein
9l. Feng Shui for Dummies--David Daniel Kennedy
9. Tipping Point--Malcolm Gladwell
10. Their Eyes Were Watching God--Zora Neale Hurston
11. Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow --Eleanor Alexander
12. 1984 --George Orwell
13. A Course in Miracles --Foundation for Inner Peace
14, Siddhartha--Hermann Hesse
15. In Search of The Healing Energy--Mary Coddington
Re-reading the list reminds me what I stand for in the world.
1. Illusions--Richard Bach
2. Atlas Shrugged--Ayn Rand
3. The Fountainhead--Ayn Rand
4. The Prophet--Kahlil Gibran
5. The Little Prince--Antoine de Saint Exupery
6. One--Richard Bach
7. Ecclesiastes--The Bible
8. Essential Reiki--Diane Stein
9l. Feng Shui for Dummies--David Daniel Kennedy
9. Tipping Point--Malcolm Gladwell
10. Their Eyes Were Watching God--Zora Neale Hurston
11. Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow --Eleanor Alexander
12. 1984 --George Orwell
13. A Course in Miracles --Foundation for Inner Peace
14, Siddhartha--Hermann Hesse
15. In Search of The Healing Energy--Mary Coddington
Re-reading the list reminds me what I stand for in the world.
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