Y2 – Day 148 – Claremont

While visiting my friend, M, recently we rode from her house in Upland to the quaint town of Claremont.  In old town Claremont, there are many shops, sidewalks, trees, restaurants and outdoor cafe’s.  We stopped at the Buddhamouse Emporium where imported items every yogini would desire was displayed.  After playing with a few Tibetan bowls by skimming the brass rims at a slow pace with a fat, short, wooden dowel-like stick, I walked over to the small book selection.  I did find a book there I feel I was meant to purchase.  It is on writing.  The store promotes peace, beauty and well-being and has all the accruements you would need to enhance your yogic experience – plus +  ‘gifts’.Has yoga been commercialized?  Oh yes.  I remember my son thumbing through a Gaim catalog and commenting “How could a soul-centered experience have so many products to sell?” or something of that nature.  He was right.  I couldn’t read enough yoga books, collect enough crystals, essential oils, yoga mats, yoga blankets, blocks, bands, yoga banners, music or yoga wear in my two year yoga teaching career even if I “had traded shopping for teaching” as my youngest just suggested.

In the end what matters most is – How well did you love?  How well did you live?  How well did you learn to let go? – Dalai Lama

Good thing I let go of yoga or I would be in debt right now.

Y2 – Day 147 – Unstoppable

“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” – Albert Einstein

Combine inspired with motivated and what do you have – unstoppable.

When you are enthusiastic and passionate you feel you can do it.  You can do anything you put your mind to.  You can do it!  You can do it when it is filled with your creativity and generosity of spirit.  It will spring forth from you like a fountain.  You won’t have time to write it down, paint it, scribe the musical notes or mold it because it will be channeled to you so fast.

Just ask and you shall receive.

 

Today we started a practice-writing group. 

I have heard, “Wherever two or more are gathered…. Divine Spirit will be there.” And I believe it, if we are there for the same reason. 

I invited two writing friends and only one could make it.  We came to the coffee shop with a spiral notebook and a pen.  I wrote prompts on index cards, turned them over and she picked one.  She read it aloud, “I walked into the room and…”  And then we feverishly wrote for five minutes while my i-phone timed us in silence.  When the timer rang, we read what we wrote to each other.  It was brilliant and raw. 

I picked another index card and turned it over, “write about your worst/best Halloween.”  We continued for ten minutes.  When the chiming of the smartphone peeled, we put our pens down like top chef contestants, dropping their knives, taking off their aprons, hands in the air, after an elimination challenge.  

With the next index card and prompt, we wrote for fifteen minutes, each prompt taking us deeper into the heart of our writing, searching, scraping, plucking and scratching through to hear our own voices on the page.

We read our last exercises and then rested back in the comfy couches, chatting about other issues and feelings and realizations we have had recently.  It opened us up, it fed us and we are eager to meet again next week.  Thank you, H.

 

Y2 – Day 146 – Stillness

“The greatest revelation is stillness.” – Lao Tzu

Just try being still for one minute in this crazy world, in your busy day, in your ‘monkey mind’.  That is where the answer and the path lies for me, in the pause, before I respond, act or think.

And then the question becomes, “Am I focusing on love?”

The sage is not concerned with what is beneficial to him but what is best for the highest good, in the end.  The big picture looms large and clear to those who can find the stillness.

In the hush, in the silence, we listen to our higher selves.

“Be of service to your family and others,” it tells me, “By letting them see their glory, by praising and encouraging them.”

“Live in the moment, don’t lose any more time over nonsense.”

“Have gratitude for being born.”

“ Forgive”

“Make amends and take action.”

“We are one.”

After a meditative moment, we may feel warm; have a good sense of self, peace and direction.  Discovery of self is on its way, again, another lotus petal or onion skin peeling back and away, the raw, teary-eyed, priceless, inner self.  On the journey, you move past behavior, into your thoughts, through emotion, past pre conception…to your true self.

Peace reigns supreme in the stillness.

I stay here in the calm, releasing and absorbing positive energy flow.  I am a conduit.  I choose to focus on joy.  I live in possibility and hopefulness… knowing that my energy flows where my attention goes.  I trust love, I wish to experience peace and I heal in the abundance of wellness.  I am a mind aware of my infinite nature.  I validate my inner creative artist by finding and expressing my authenticity.  Welcome to the process.  Join me in the stillness where our minds expand and join.  It is a frequency.  It is an elevated thought.  It is acting with integrity. It is found within, not without.   It is common ground.

Y2 – Day 145 – Sunday Affirmations

“Everyday I get to work with my interior designer on how beautiful I make my day.” – Me

I am blessed to be alive.  I am blessed to be alive.  I am blessed to be alive.

I am happy, peaceful, loving and contented.

I am calm, quiet, assured and confident.

I am joyous, generous, innocent and kind.

I am compassionate, tolerant, accepting and capable.

I am grateful, creative, competent and harmonious.

I am healthy, strong, organized and motivated.

I am blessed to be alive, I am blessed to be alive, I am blessed to be alive.

Say this over and over and over again in silence for one minute.  Then write your own affirmations of what you want for yourself.  I AM……(think of 4 things). Then write 3-6 lines of affirmations that are personal to you.  Feel free to use, dissect or borrow from mine.  Great way to start the week and end the weekend on an up note.

Y2 – Day 144 – Disappointment

The saying goes, “You win some, you lose some.”  The bad news is… we lost to the Kings in Round 2 – Game 7 on OUR ice in a despicable manner.  Final score was 6-2.

Good news is… We got to see it, weep, shake our heads and carry on.  No more hockey game anxiety for me till September.

It was Teemu Selanne’s last minutes, last period, last game in his long and stellar hockey career.

We might have had the youngest goalie John Gibson (20 years old) play in the playoffs, but we also had ‘the flash’, Teemu Selanne, the oldest hockey player in the playoffs (43 years old) take his final curtain bow. So long Number 8.He represented us well.

What do you do when you swallow a bitter pill?  How do you recover from a letdown?

I feel my way through it, I get a little angry, my energy dips, I complain about it and then I move on.

What do you do?  How do you handle it?

Y2 – Day 143 – Bin 189

First!  To my NYC Junior!  I cannot believe you will be a senior next year!!  

We are so very proud of you and we will see you real soon!

My youngest, the last freshmen, is home and we love it. Lots of laundry!!!

Next – Ducks lost by only one measly goal to LA Kings on Wednesday at Staple Center.  We would have had it wrapped up.  Tonight is game 7 and this is it folks.  If we win tonight, we continue into Round 3.  If we lose this evening, I will cry and it will be over this season for us loyal Duck Fans.  I am so glad it will be nice and cool at the Honda Center tonight.

And furthermore – At Bin 189 restaurant in the Gorgeous Luxurious Lake Arrowhead Resort, they cater to dog owners by bringing them menus, food and drinks into the lobby area so you can sit comfortably and munch with your dog in tow.  Only service dogs are allowed in any food area such as the grocers or dining establishments.  Many places with outdoor patios do allow our little Cindi.

Check earlier posts – just type in “resort” or Y2 – Day 59.

The Resort has a gargantuan, recently redone mountain ski resort lobby -a la Aspen or Vail –  with three story high ceilings, a perpetually lit, rock fireplace on an entire wall and brilliantly executed arrangements of extensive eating and lounging areas to choose from.

We sat inside on bar stools, sharing a tall, small bar table, overlooking the pool, which overlooks pines on the shore and then beyond, the deep blue lake.  We had the run of the place and were excited to enjoy some quiet ‘couple’ time after strolling along the unusually busy lake shops together.  Cindi was by our feet on the custom carpet, relaxing.  We were in the far corner and her vantage point was ideal to scan the entire expanse of the hotel floor.  We brought her treats so we wouldn’t be dining without her and she seemed quite satisfied.

Then in comes the hugest St. Bernard (I will call ‘Tiny’) that ever existed on this planet and its teeny owner and family. This occurred a few minutes after we had settled in and they sat one table away from us.  There was at the time, at least eight other locations they could have chosen.  Earlier, as they entered the restaurant and were seated inside, they saw us with Cindi asking the maitre d’ politely if we could dine in the lobby with Cindi and attaining a server and menu.  They must have wanted to dine with their pooch pretty badly too because they left the dining room with half eaten plates in hand, retrieved ‘Tiny’ from I imagine their hotel room and proceeded to approach us.  Cindi was vigilant and barked at the canine every time it had the audacity to come near us – a la David and Goliath.  I swear, ‘Tiny’ looked like two people in a dog costume and Cindi looked like a black porcelain paperweight on your desk that had fallen off and landed on the floor.

Soon, the outdoor seating right outside our window was being appropriated by an ever growing bunch of people that all knew each other, perhaps for a wedding we surmised, holding on to beer bottles from some deli, opening up and sharing paper bags full of fast food and dragging chairs, benches and tables from all over the pool deck, blocking our view of the lake.

So much for Romance!

VEGAN Lunch choices were listed and marked with a leaf.  Although I do not see why the Edamame wouldn’t be vegan too.I chose the Tomato Pesto Soup and it was the best I had ever tasted.  It was creamy, spicy and hearty.  I ordered one to go for dinner because it was so delicious.  The Quinoa stack was prepared by a different chef and was not at all seasoned, rather bland, but it looked great for picture taking before I snapped this i-phone shot.  It needed more of the red pepper coulis.  The fried herbs on top were a much appreciated surprise.  

LET’S GO DUCKS!!!!!!

Y2 – Day 142 – Guilt

Connected by blood, a pact or the past can make you feel guilty for being different, changing your mind or believing in something contrary.

Ask yourself if you have really done anything wrong.  In some families, it is wrong to beat to a different drummer.  In some societal clans, it is wrong to think outside the box.  In some relationships, it is wrong to have an opinion of your own.

As long as you are truthful to self, didn’t commit a crime, were not responsible for any wrongdoing, are kind and respectful towards others, you have nothing to be guilty about.

Another misnomer believes you are to be held accountable for someone else’s behavior.  That is a tactic manipulators use to avoid taking any blame for their actions.  They don’t want to be answerable to their own misconduct and try to pin it on circumstance or the nearest victim.  Don’t fall for it.

Each of us lives, thinks, says and comports themselves independently of others.  Being interdependent in society, community, family or relationship does not mean we are no longer held accountable for our own responses, lives, deeds, words and thoughts.

Y2 – Day 141 – The Blues

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one’s own sunshine.

 Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Just to let you know, I am human and have bouts of the blahs or blues like everyone else.  Even though I am past my womanly reproductive prime, I still cycle.  I still have crazy days when I don’t even want to live with myself, never mind be pleasant to you.

I recently had one of these momentous, dramatic moments and again I insist  – having a bevy of considerate, compassionate and generous friends makes all the difference.  So does opening your mouth and letting them know you are not ok.

For whatever reason, and sometimes it IS unknown, we all dip, coast or plunge some days.  Not letting it become a massive isolationist issue takes being able to trust someone enough to let him or her know you are feeling a tad vulnerable.  Once I am willing to let you in, we can be intimate partners in recruiting best possible scenarios within my head and replacing self-indulgent, self-pitying and victim based depression with happier, productive thoughts.

The opposite of trust is doubt.  And when you are in the midst of feeling low and lonely, you doubt you will ever recuperate.  That’s when faithful, sympathetic friends come in handy.

When we are fiercely independent or private, it takes courage to rely, depend or believe in another person’s ability to help us out of this one.

I have learned to empower myself by having confidence in others.  I can take a break from running the world and let someone else take the reins for a while.  This does not have to be literal.  It is a matter of allowing yourself the optimism that perhaps you don’t have all the answers, cannot comprehend everything or have no clue about anything.  Imagine that.

I learn every time I am sad or perplexed with unknown, unwarranted discouragement that reliable, steadfast and true friends that I can be frank, candid and raw with surround me.  Thank you.  May I be even half as helpful to you, when you are blue.

Y2 – Day 140 – May Wreath

This graceful wreath adorns my treehouse as of Mother’s Day.  Thank you – Love of my Life.

Natural leaves of lime green myrtle, pink larkspur and green hydrangea.

Thank you to my children and friends for their texts, phone calls, cards and gifts.  Nothing says Happy Mother’s Day and Thank You Mom – like thoughtful gestures!

Y2 – day 139 – Furry Friendly

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. – Anatole France

At Lake Arrowhead, our playground has been demolished and trees removed.

I remember when not too long ago, we swung and played while moms sat and watched and chatted here at this very promontory, overlooking the expanse of the cobalt blue water, touching the green landscaped horizon and pushing into the clean sky of light blue and white.

Great property, handsome piece of real estate.  Let’s see what becomes of it.