day 40 – 12/21/12

The end of the age of Pisces and competition – the beginning of the Age of Aquarius and collaboration – the winter solstice – the shortest day of the year – A time to reinvent ourselves.

 

Take the time today to reflect on 21 ways you can improve, change, continue, edit, omit, try and to be of service: to yourself and all of humanity.

 

Be the change you want to see in the world!

 

I know I want to improve on my personal performance, mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually.

I need to change my negative thinking, my terrible food choices sometimes, and my irresponsible mouth that speaks often-distorted opinions way too loudly.

I desire to continue my ten daily rituals. See day 35.

I know I want to edit my words, actions and responses more carefully.

I need to omit and delete harmful, processed and sugary foods from my diet.

I desire to try and succeed completing a 21-day strict vegan detox.

I know I am being of service when I feel internally rewarded and I see a smile inside my soul.

I just wrote seven sentences, yet there are more than 21 ways I included in those seven sentences wherein I plan on living in this age of transformation.

I encourage you to take the time today to review, wonder and write down how you will contribute in this ever-changing world in your ever-changing life.

As we evolve and develop – a new world will commence to materialize and reveal itself.  We have the power to make it an existence based on peace, love and compassion.  We can welcome and embrace a brave new world where justice, equanimity and level-headedness prevail even while co-creating, co-existing and co-discovering.

 

Take the time today!

 

day 39 – Travelogue – Seattle/digression into Berkeley – part two

My son is a punster with words and he once picked fungi as a science term paper project because – wait for it – he’s a fun guy! Get it?  His fourth and fifth grade late great teacher, Ms. Blake, named him Mr. Vocabulary and considered him a walking dictionary, asking him often to give a definition for the class when the rest of the gifted and talented students were stumped.  Does my pride and joy show?

Let me tell you more.

He is amazing with languages and I guess all the video, Nintendo and computer gaming paid off because now I am the mother of a Computer Scientist.   His specialty is coding, using and mapping out computer lingo or whatever these young, super intelligent, computer savvy brains are up to in ‘hip’ and mod Seattle, running the entire Internet as if it were their own personal playground.  Certainly not mine, but I like to come and play, periodically, without an ounce of awareness of how it all works.

Seattle is home to a host of start-ups.  A few names you may recognize: Microsoft, Costco, Amazon, Sur le Table, Boeing, Nordstrom’s, and of course, Starbucks.

They are Very into the Environment.  They recycle more than they put into landfills – true fact.  They are pro-legalization of gay marriage and marijuana.  Seattle screams contemporary, stylishly young and current in its ideas and its values.  I love the vibe.  It was Berkeley to the nth degree.

People think, study, write, gather and read when it’s cold and rainy out I have come to realize.  And in my opinion if you give them inexpensive mass transportation and bad weather like in NY, the Bay Area and Seattle;  you have all of the time in the world to write your memoir, novel or article or read someone else’s.

I suppose a few silly sitcom scripts are written in LA traffic waiting for the cig alert to clear but people just look more intelligent to me in local lamb’s wool scarves, heirloom knitted hats and non-leather vegan gloves and jackets.

Once, on my very first trip to UC Berkeley (or Cal as we Californians call it because it was the first and only University of California for a long time) my son and I went to scout out the campus before he applied.    A bicycle zoomed by us and the cyclist was holding a book and reading while gently sailing down Telegraph Road.   I am convinced you surround yourself and sprout what you find attractive.  No fake wax museums or fantasy amusement parks exist here.  Publishers, new and used bookstores, herbal, homemade body care products and Vegetarian multi -cultured restaurants abound instead.

I saw a lot of professional ( I am assuming homeless) beggars too. Another time, right across the street from my Shattuck Hotel window,  I saw panhandlers lined up for coffee, doughnuts and later on in the day, soup and bread.  I always felt San Diego had a better climate for outdoor living but even though the bay area might get chilly, foggy and damp – they treat everyone warmly, are generous to a fault for every cause that can possibly exist and it is a bevy of superior minds.

What can I say? These are my observations and I encountered much of the same type of energy in Seattle, minus the begging.  More game, fish and dairy in Washington state too.  Which brings me to the topic of food……

day 38 – Travelogue – Seattle – Part one

When it rains and storms, like in this instant -(the wind is literally howling through the gigantic pines) – It generates reminiscing.  I remember growing up on Long Island where moisture is always (duh, it’s an island) available.  Inclement weather patterns just make me introspective.

I also recall Berkeley, especially the time the girls and I visited their brother at Cal one January weekend.  We walked and walked for miles in the frigid rain, one umbrella (my leopard one).  They refused to use the less flashy, plain black umbrellas I packed.  Instead, all three of my darlings insisted on just covering their heads with hoodie jackets (not the rainproof kind, the sweatshirt kind).  I guess it’s just not cool anymore to stay dry.

I am reminded today of my most recent trip to Seattle to see my son and his girlfriend in their newly adopted city.  Watching Top Chef Seattle (I believe it’s the 10th season) and this storm I am experiencing up here in the mountains is making me relive that blistery, chilly, wet and teary – eyed three days of pure ‘mommy so proud of you and happy for you’ bliss.

I arrived at Tacoma, Washington airport early, second flight out of John Wayne in Orange, CA.  Lest no one tell you, you have to hop a subway in order to retrieve your luggage.  After successfully getting all that out of the way, I waited outside in the nippy, cloudy grey, drizzled air for my son’s girlfriend, J.   She scooped me up off the curbside waiting area almost as soon as I showed up and she whisked me off to my lodging accommodations.

I stayed in a wonderful suite at the Hampton Inn by their apartment in the quaint, residential Queen Anne neighborhood.   Unpacking by fireside, the small but well-appointed and newly remodeled space had a full kitchen (with granite counters!), a full marbled bath, a comfortable living/sitting area with a chic, minimalist and  ‘just turn it on with a switch/timer’ fireplace, a desk nook, an outdoor patio and a smartly laid out bedroom.  Designed with contemporary appeal, the rooms successfully spoke of the so-called Seattle label, ‘hipster’.  And using my AAA account, I congratulated myself, I scored a fantastic deal.

Back in the compact but roomy Toyota car, J drove us to meet up and pick M from outside his many-storied high building in the heart of Seattle’s downtown.  Neither visitors nor moms are allowed to enter or tour the top-secret goings-on and last minute developments of this highly visible, edgy, technological, consumer paraphernalia computer driven company.

“Why, M, you shaved off your beard!” I commented.  “You look like my young boy, again!” I blurted out, holding on to my seat belt in the backseat and leaning toward the front seat to at least touch and squeeze him on the shoulder with my gloved hand as he huddled in quickly and we steered away from the curb as the door latch closed shut.

“Yea, someone at work asked me if my parents were coming to town or something?” he explained and followed with, “Yup, my mom, I told them. Going to show her the town.”

I beamed.

Laughter, cheer and festive, amiable times were imminent, even in this inhospitable weather.

day 37 – Saturated Thoughts

Sadly my scenery is drenched in bucket amounts of precipitation and not of the anticipated white dust.  Wind and fog and tempest, oh my.

I did the only thing a girl could do and I took a good long happy bubble bath.

Sometimes I have inane, funny or crazy poetry in my head; please indulge and forgive me.

 

Scented ivory spheres on parade

Buoyant, translucent circles foam, gleam and sparkle!

Delicate bubbles immerse the body

I soak in a golden claw foot tub.

I hold the lightness of soap in hand

Palms weave in and out to design

Sculptures, shapes and molds,

Up and together like goblets of stars

I puff at my creations and they

Scatter and disappear.

Beads of pearly droplets linger

As the feminine vessel empties

Twinkled and polished body

I blot with citrine colored soft velvet,

Greeting the stormy day with a ping, a pluck and a pulse!

day 36 – Weather

The weather has always been a particular obsession of mine. Gardeners, farmers and nature lovers check atmospheric conditions and talk about the climate incessantly.

Living in Southern California, I occasionally miss having the back east ever-changing and ever-challenging weather, although not so much during wild and destructive, super storm Sandy. I am best known actually for loving comfort and not being inconvenienced.

I keep track of everyone via the weather.  It’s in the low 40’s right now up here high in the mountains and also in Seattle, where my son lives and in New York as well, where my daughter and my best friend reside.  Down the mountain, it’s in the low 60’s.

Humidity influences my hairstyle and may irritate my spouse’s ankle, broken when he was a teen.  When it’s hot out, I get miserable and feel like I cannot breathe.  When it’s sunny too many days in a row, I feel I need a break from all the sunshine.  The one thing I relish about the weather – how it changes – is what we don’t get much of.

It stands to reason therefore; up here in the San Bernardino Mountains it is personally delightful for me.  Not only is it all foggy and scary and cold and dark, it’s different from what we are used to.  Change is good sometimes.  The ride up here was treacherous for about ten miles through winding, steep inclines, between boulders and a plunging drop only because I was in a cloud or deep fog and couldn’t see.

But that’s all behind me now, I am safe and the fireplace is blazing, Mayan Chocolate tea with stevia and almond milk at my side and a new novel to indulge in.  My abode is dry and the heat is warming.   Electricity and Internet is on and up.  I brought up plenty of food and snacks to partake in.

It might even snow.  I love the snow.  There is a hush when it snows and as the white flakes fall, it smells like pine and earth and clarity.  If it’s cold enough, the snowflakes stick to the branches, rocks, ground and each other; everything is covered in a blanket of thick milk purity, clean and fresh, sterile and genuine – nature’s virgin gift to us all.  Snow is frosty to the touch and crunchy to the ears when boots step in the chilly, spotless and vast drifts, leaving behind tracks.  Gentle snow landing softly on your outstretched tongue is divine and a nod to childhood.

When it rains below in the winter, it may snow above;  five thousand feet above sea level up here, where I am, right now.  And rain is predicted tonight and tomorrow in Sunny Southern California.  I can only hope.  I am keeping my fingers crossed I have enough firewood.  I am glad I borrowed my husband’s four by four truck with all-weather tires.  And I feel lucky I get to enjoy my treehouse so much in all weather conditions!

 

 

 

day 35 – Daily Moments

There are ten rituals I do daily or I fall apart.

  1. Prayer – before my feet hit the floor, I open my eyes and pray to my higher power I call Goodness, ‘thank you, help me stay safe and sane today, guide me today and let me be of service, thank you.’
  2. Meditate – I read something inspirational and sit still for at least five minutes, contemplating.
  3. Journal – alongside my morning beverage, I write my morning pages and release all the clutter from my mind.
  4. Check – I review my calendar, things to do, organize, map out my day and wrap my head around it; check the weather.
  5. Eat – I try to stay in the healthy range and never miss breakfast.
  6. Shower/Bathe/Brush/Etc. – If I am not spic and span, I don’t function well.  I never leave the house without lipstick either, ever; it’s a NY thing, I think.
  7. Move – I like to get a walk or some sort of movement like yoga or stretch in. Any exercise counts. Otherwise my blood just doesn’t seem to circulate well.
  8. Mantra – Every forty days, I repeat a new Sanskrit mantra using my mala beads.
  9. Blog – This is new but has become my new normal, so, I am including it.
  10. Bedtime – Every night, I make a cup of tea, review my day and my behavior, make notes on anything troubling me and curl up with a good book till my eyes get droopy.  I turn off the light and thank the Universe for keeping me safe and sane.

I am sure you have ten things you do to structure your day that you can’t live without doing too.  What are they?  Do any of the above appeal to you?

I just add what works for me and then it becomes a custom.  I feel naked if I don’t pray now and meditation wasn’t always a part of my life either.  Some rituals become a part of your daily grind and feel right for you, at this time of your life now and others may be something you need to adopt, modify or release altogether.

I am the kind of person who needs grounding, roots and stability so keeping a steady ceremony of time-honored practices helps me feel secure and in step with the flow of this uncertain life.  I feel I am making good use of my time and I don’t feel I have to do any one of these perfectly; I just need to do them obsessively compulsively every day.

day 34 – Reaching Out

There are no words to describe the sorrow and the indignation that I feel over the school shooting tragedy that took place yesterday in Connecticut.  I have not looked, read or listened to the news.  I only heard from others and as I heard more and digested it fully, I wept, I sobbed, I mourned.  An unnecessary,violent, human induced tragedy occurred and it is abhorrent.  My heart goes out to all the families and I pray the innocent souls are free.

In Tibetan Buddhism, a meditation practice called Tonglen may help us and others.

You start by breathing in all the pain of the horrific experience, you breathe out your compassion, wellness and thoughts of healing.  You breath in the anguish, you breathe out the empathy towards the suffering families and everyone involved.  You breathe in the sobbing, crying, all the grieving and you breathe out grace, goodness, faith and strength.

Then you take it to another level and breathe in the misery of all parents, all over the world, whom have lost their children, you breathe out peace, comfort and relief.

And you continue the Tonglen practice giving of yourself and connecting, breathing through the pain instead of around it, lamenting not in isolation, rather in conjunction with the human experience of loss, death and change.

The Universal question of the Unknown and Why? may never be answered but we can share our heaviness of heart and embrace our togetherness.  Tonglen is just a tool that may help with the torment and wretchedness as well as the anger and helplessness we all are feeling.  May all souls rest in peace.

 

day 33 – Shopping

Do you ever go shopping for someone beside yourself, let’s say around Christmastime, ahem, and think “Oh!  I would love this in a medium in black or pink!” – and as you proceed to checkout, you have one for your intended giftee and two for yourself?

This is happening to me especially this season with candles, lotions, fragrance and especially books.  I absolutely do not need another anything and I am riveted and enchanted by all that I see!

I kept my Christmas sprees to three stores: Pier One, Barnes and Noble and Mother’s Market.  My favorite materialistic places.

I love Pier One for their eclectic and exotic style.  Their colors, textures and earthy themes swallow me up like the suction from an Indian Elephant’s trunk.  Their wares are chic yet hippie yet retro yet glam.  I get mesmerized just standing in the middle of the store, observing all the bewitching merchandise and cluttered displays, like I am on a whirling carousel of rainbow, mirrored unicorns.  My senses sensually exploded as I left, helped by the artsy staff who walked me out to my car.

The famed aforementioned bookstore is still a refuge for readers and peppermint holiday latte lovers alike.  I spent the entire afternoon there, sipping, perusing and piling my stack of presents on the far counter till checkout time. I carried out one bag full of Daphne du Maurier, P.D. James and Dorothy L. Sayers – good old-fashioned suspenseful mysteries for myself and a heavy bag of goodies for others I hope they like.  I have always told my kids that money spent on a book you will read and perhaps treasure is never wasted.  Ideally, I envision myself reading by a well-tended fire, soft classical or meditative music playing, a pot of tea next to me, it’s cold, gloomy and rainy outside.  Pure comfy, cozy heaven wrapped up in the softest, animal print throw blanket I own. With a sigh, I eventually left, happy as a puppy wagging its little tail at the sight of its new owner walking through the door.

Mother’s is a supermarket of organic, sustainable, eco-friendly and healthy delights and it’s location is closer to me than Whole Foods, which is also in the same category. I can be entertained for hours.  In fact the other day, I fed on samples from the deli counter eating raw, vegan and natural, whole ingredients till I was stuffed like a vegetarian wild boar.  Then, I headed over to the handmade, unadulterated, no animal-tested cosmetics and essential oils section and I experienced scents all over my body from all over the world, in new and various combinations, and I felt as if I was floating on some Nirvana magic carpet ride when I exited.  Content and round like an enlightened Buddha.

If you haven’t already, shop at your favorite stores, and nurture your inner shopper without spending a dime this season by admiring, trying on, tasting and glancing over.  May you approach each gift you seek for others as an adventure and an opportunity to reward yourself as well, for your generosity.   It’s not frivolous to purchase one or two or three items on your own wish list that you would like to get for yourself for Christmas. You can always bring it back –  but no one can take away the moments you spent in these lovely spaces you personally love to be in and how you spend your money, allows the world to know where you want your money and intention to flow. It’s a statement.  Make sure you are heard, girlfriend.

day 32 – My best self

Do you want to grow and be your best self, strive to reach your highest potential?

Have children. Then raise.

They will not only never let you get away with anything, they will also continually remind you of your double speak, mistakes and character flaws.

Seriously, if it wasn’t for our oldest, we might not have ever quit smoking, one of the worst vices we clung to from our teen years.  He harangued us all of his kindergarten and early years until we stubbed our Marlboro’s and Salem Light One Hundred’s out for good on Father’s Day weekend back in 1997, about three days apart.  He saved our lives.

How many times has my middle child called me on my hypocrisy, judgment or disingenuous gestures?  EVERYTIME!!! I haven’t gotten away with anything in her immediate radius since she was about ten.  And my kids have great hearing.  Even when I mumble under my breath.  Even when they are as far away as the east coast; transmission of my childish behavior is only a smartphone away.  She saves my soul.

The youngest, will break me of nagging, worrying and getting absolutely hysterical over little things –  for the good of all the family and everyone’s sanity –  if it kills her, before she’s off to college.  She has taught me to breathe, spoken to me in a gentle, soothing voice, explaining calmly and succinctly the logic of letting go and trusting vs. the unhelpful, irrational and detrimental energy I expend on nagging, worrying and getting absolutely hysterical. She’s saving my relationships.

If nothing else, I have learned what an imperfect human being I will always be; especially in  their eyes.  But every single C-section was worth it, because they have become young adults I am proud to know and I believe they are exemplary people who know how values, ethics and dedication can transform their own mother into an authentic woman who feels loved and respected despite their teasing.

We all need someone who has our best interests at heart. I have three lights that guide and instruct me and two contemporaries that have held me up on either side so I don’t fall down, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying.  I am blessed.

 

day 31 – 12/12/12

Today is the twelfth day in the twelfth month of the twelfth year.

How specific and unique is that?  Where will you be and what will you be doing at noon? At twelve minutes after?

Twelve is a cosmic number that deals with governing.  Here are twelve instances of twelve I came up with.  Can you think of any more?  Enjoy this auspicious day to the twelfth degree!!!

1. There are twelve days left til Christmas Eve hence the twelve days of Christmas.  Time to sing that song!!

2. There were twelve apostles.

3. There are twelve jurors for every court case brought to trial.

4.  The twelve steps of recovery and the twelve traditions of twelve step groups.

5. The twelve signs or constellations of the Zodiac.

6.  There are twelve months in a year.

7.  A clock’s face represents twelve hours.

8.  A dozen is twelve of anything.

9.  There are twelve inches in a foot.

10.  There are twelve petals of the lotus in the Anahata or heart chakra.

11.  There are twelve Nidanas or causes of existence in Buddhism.

12.  There are twelve animals in the Chinese Horoscope.