March 2008

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Angel Cards and Inspiration

March 31, 2008 in Being, Reading, Thinking by admin | Permalink

I first saw Wayne Dyer on PBS when they were advertising for his special about The Power of Intention.  Something about the commercials really turned me off, so I didn’t watch the show or buy the book.

I guess it must have been a couple of years later when the show for his next book Inspiration: Your Ultimate Calling came on the air.  Like the first time, I was resistant, making sure I kept away from PBS the first night it was aired.  However, rather surprisingly, when I turned on the television on a lazy Sunday afternoon and saw that it was on, I kept watching. 

I enjoyed what I heard.  Like the title, I actually felt inspired and a bit awed, expecially about the butterfly story (you’ll have to read it – I’m not spoiling it).  So, I told Gregory, “I think I might buy that book.  It sounds like it might be what I’m looking for in my life right now.”  He was less sure, but I tend to be the first in our household to jump on any sort of exercise or self-help bandwagon.

Here’s what convinced us both: 

Have you ever seen Angel Cards like the one above?  They are small, probably 1″x 2.5″, and have a word or phrase with a drawing of an angel (or angels) in some corresponding way. 

We first saw them at our naturopath’s office.  Each patient drew a card at the beginning of their visit for something to ponder in the waiting room.  We liked the idea of the cards, so Gregory bought us some (in French!  They’ve got them in many languages :) .

In a strange coincidence, or maybe not, the card I drew on the Monday after viewing the program was Inspiration (insert weird sound effect here).  You bet your booty I bought that book at the first opportunity, and, of course, it changed my perspective about the world and my life in a very profound way.

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Miles the Alien

March 29, 2008 in Listening by admin | 2 comments

The first time I ever laid eyes on Miles Davis was when my dad left the album (and it was an album) Kind of Blue out on the bar while he was listening to it.  To be honest, the picture on the cover spooked me.  For a young girl with a very vivid imagination, the blue lighting, the shiny shirt, and the fact that I had never actually seen a man playing a trumpet before made me think that Miles was an alien wielding some sort of crazy weapon. Very frightening, indeed.

Thankfully, I stayed in the room long enough to learn that even if this shiny shirted being was a scary space alien, I could forgive him because he was also a mighty fine trumpeter.  The music was unlike anything I could recall hearing before: smooth and dreamy, with a slightly hypnotic drum beat.  I was hooked then and there. It remains my favorite of Miles and is most definitely on the “desert island” list.

***As it turns out, this is a faulty memory.  I swore that this was the album cover I saw as a kid.  My dad confirmed that it isn’t.  Yikes! What happened?  Mysteries abound…

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Polite Society

March 27, 2008 in Making, Writing by admin | 6 comments

She’s my baby girl, my first draft, out in the world without me. She’s having sleep-overs at the homes of my dear friends, even venturing off to sunny Mexico.

Will she be safe? Will she play well with others? Will they like her, enjoy her company? It is all out of my hands now.

No matter what happens, I know that I made her what she is: silly, creative, strong, independent. I loved her, coddled her, coaxed the best from her. No one can take that away from me, ever. She is mine yet never really was.

Where will she go from here? It is not for me to say, only to hope.

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Ladybugs

March 25, 2008 in Watching by admin | 1 comment

If there is any truth to the superstition that ladybugs bring good luck, then our household is swimming in it.  Since we moved in nearly ten years ago, we’ve had thousands in our yard and hundreds in our house. 

There was a week last summer when they were particularly abundant.  There were swarms of them zooming around outside, even flying into us when we were out in the garden.  You’d think they had better vision than that, but I guess when there are that many of them, it makes it even harder to avoid humans moving about.  It kind of reminded me of The Jetsons when they would show all of the people flying around in their space cars.  Zoom! 

I am always delighted by their presence.  They never fail to cheer me up, particularly when they land on me.  This picture was taken this afternoon in our guest room, which I suppose is entirely appropriate because they are most welcome here.  I even bought the little glass ladybug to put in the window like a neon sign advertising our ladybug friendly status. 

Come on over – we like you little guys!

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Shiva Rea and My Yoga Evolution

March 23, 2008 in Being, Practicing by admin | Permalink

I first began practicing yoga about eight years ago.  I dabbled with different videos and “live”classes, but was never very serious, at least, not until I discovered Shiva Rea.

My introduction to Shiva Rea was with the Yoga Shakti video on Amazon about two years ago.  I was immediately intrigued by the possibility of creating my own practice by selecting from the different series of vinyasas on the yoga matrix.  Since then, I have also added the Fluid Power Vinyasa Flow and the Creative Core Abs to my collection.  Each DVD gives me myriad possibilities for my practice, including degree of difficulty and length.

However, the best part about the videos is Shiva herself: strong, graceful, and powerful.  She radiates peace, love, and joy.  I find myself inspired by her, learning to approach yoga in a completely different way by connecting my practice and my life.  Before Shiva, I was “doing” yoga, but here, I feel myself evolving and actually “being” each of the asanas, all while growing stronger, too.  It is really quite wonderful.

It is funny, too, I created the title for this entry before deciding that I wanted to include a picture of Shiva, so when I did my Google search, I found her website and it is called Shiva Rea: Yoga as Conscious Evolution.  Kind of an interesting coincidence isn’t it?  Her presence in my life extends far beyond my practice.

Who knows?  Maybe one day, we’ll even meet.  Until then, thank you Shiva.  Infinite blessings upon your path…

www.shivarea.com

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The Berlin Inn: Alles schmeckt sehr gut!

March 21, 2008 in Eating by admin | Permalink

Well, dear readers, it is official.  This is my first, but most certainly not my last, post about food. 

Oh my goodness!  We have lived in Portland for ten years, and this is the first time we’ve actually eaten at The Berlin Inn.  It’s a travesty, really.  We have no excuse, but don’t fret.  I’m sure we’ll be making up for it soon enough.

Our divine dining experience included:

A delicious wine flight – four Reislings and a Gewurtztraminer, crisp, fruity, and delicious.

Smoked Gouda and Garlic Fondue with the Bavarian Oktoberfest dippers:  fantastically gooey, mouth watering, smoky, garlicky cheese heaven with apple, bread, pretzel, and sausage.  The pretzel was the absolute best part: soft inside, a slight crunch on the outside, yum.

Next, because we wanted there to be some semblance of a balanced meal, we had the Cucumber Salad and the Bavarian Wilted Spinach Salad, but in all truth, the Bavarian salad had bacon on it, so I’m not sure that it really counts.

Despite the fact that we had absolutely no room in our bellies, we ended our meal with coffee and two delicious desserts.  Gregory’s was the Chocolate Grand Marnier cake, and I tried the Streusel Cake with Spiced Peaches.   Every bite was a mouth watering masterpiece.

To top it off, we received fantastic service, as well.  The two women that helped us were cheerful, attentive, and highly knowledgeable.

Heaven, I’m telling you, sheer heaven. Gregory, on the way home in the car, said it best, “I’m giddy it was so good!”  We proceeded to giggle the rest of the way home.

www.berlininn.com

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The Doors Into the Womb

March 20, 2008 in Listening by admin | 2 comments

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I have often said that I first heard The Doors in the womb, and if you know my father, you know this is the god’s honest truth. My dad is a BIG Doors fan. There was not a week of my childhood that he didn’t have Strange Days, or visit the Morrison Hotel, or simply have a Soft Parade to “Tell All the People” how much he loved their music.

I knew the lyrics before I knew the song titles or what they meant, and then, once I did, I used them as journal entries in junior high. Mr. Prybil didn’t care what we wrote, just as long as we had at least seven words to a line and filled a page, thank you very much.

So, anyhoo…I guess it comes as no surprise that I am pretty darned into them as well, even visiting Jim Morrison’s grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery on my honeymoon. An aside here to anyone who thinks it is okay to draw arrows pointing in the direction of his grave on the headstones of the other departed, so not cool. Let’s show a little respect. If you are younger, appear even slightly American, or lost, the French will say “Mor-ee-sone?” and point you on your way.

Pick an album, any album, gems abound, but here’s the low-down on each and some of my favorite songs on them in the order they were released (all, mind you, before my birth in June of 1971):

The Doors (1967) – Well, hey, try to run, try to hide, you can’t go wrong with “Light My Fire” and “Break on through (To the other side)”, but I also like “The Crystal Ship,” “The End” (especially in Apocalypse Now), and “Take It As It Comes” – don’t move too fast if you want your love to last.

Strange Days (1967) – Not my favorite cover for reasons of childhood – the people kind of freaked me out. My favorite song has got to be “I Can’t See Your Face in My Mind” – carnival dogs consume the lines. “Moonlight Drive” is here as well. Let’s all hop into a 1966 Mustang convertible and do it, man!

Waiting for the Sun (1968) – Oddly enough, the song “Waiting for the Sun,” is not on this album, but you will find “Not to Touch the Earth,” “Love Street,” and “Five to One” – baby one in five, no one here gets out alive.

The Soft Parade (1969) – The big band sound of The Doors, no joke, if you’ve never heard it. Awesome – “Tell All the People” that they’re “Wishful Sinful” and to “Touch Me.”

Morrison Hotel (1970) – Oh Jim, Ray, Robby, and John! This is awesome, just awesome, almost my favorite, almost. “You Make Me Real,” “Peace Frog,” the lush vocals of “Blue Sunday” and “Indian Summer,” the rockin’ start to “Roadhouse Blues,” hot damn!

L.A. Woman (1971) – The Doors, blues style. Back in our cassette tape days, my dear hubby cued up the title song on a driving marathon from San Francisco to Denver when I was in dire need of a pick-me-up. I’ve never felt so revitalized and lead footed; “The Cars Hiss(ed) by My Window,” and that’s no joke. “Riders on the Storm” (my very first favorite Doors Song – impossible to do now), “L’America,” and “Love Her Madly” round it out.

So there you have it. Try ‘em out if you haven’t already, and when the music’s over, turn out the lights.

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Linda: My “Oldest” Friend

March 17, 2008 in Friendship, Loving, Remembering by admin | Permalink

 Linda

I met Linda  when we were in the seventh grade.  Was it in P.E.?   Gosh, another fact slipped into the ether.

There are so many wonderful memories associated with her that I hardly know where to begin.  The most interesting fact would be  a good start: Linda is the best belcher I have ever known.  Loud, rolling, controlled, and capable of forming complete sentences.  Whenever I belch, it is an embarrassing and awkward accident.

It was with Linda that I took my first trip with someone else’s family.  We visited their cabin in Como, Colorado.  It was a lovely, rustic place.  We roamed the fields, played Yahtzee like there was no tomorrow, and giggled like the schoolgirls we were.

It was at Linda’s that I watched my first movie on a VCR (Rock and Roll High School), learned to shave my legs, and how to properly use a shower curtain.  *Keep that plastic in the tub or you’ll end up with a whole mess o’ water on the floor.* She also helped me score the best paying and yummiest job of my teen years – a busser at Amici’s Italian Restaurant.  Boy do I miss the sausage sandwich special!

As she lives in Denver, and I in Portland, we don’t see much of each other these days, but she is often on my mind.  She’s the type of person who is always smiling (and isn’t a lovely one, too?), is kind, thoughtful, and never has an ill word against anyone.  Everyone should have a little Linda in their life.  I’m glad I do.

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The Shell Seekers

March 16, 2008 in Reading by admin | 1 comment

The Shell Seekers

The first time I read this book, I was twenty years old. I have read it once a year ever since then – that makes seventeen years. Yes, for me, it is that good.

I wish I could articulate exactly what it is about this book that I return to year after year, but my words feel so inadeqate. It is just so special to me, magic on a page. The writing is rich, the story complex, with exquisite details and character development.

Perhaps the best way to put it is to say that it feels like home: familiar, comfortable, everything it its place.

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Wanting to be Remembered…

March 7, 2008 in Thinking by admin | Permalink

I’ve often wondered why suddenly, quite out of the blue, I think about someone I haven’t seen in a long time. Lately, I’ve been thinking about Paula Pfeiffer, a girl I knew in my school days. Over the past week, I’ve seen her face, heard her voice, and remember a drawing she made of a guitar.

Paula and I were friends, but never terribly close. She was in and out of my life. Her parents were among the first I ever knew to have been divorced, and I think she moved between their two houses, so she wasn’t always at the same school as me.

I remember seeing her in high school after a long absence. She looked a little spaced out and her hair seemed funny to me. I knew something was awry, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Weeks, or maybe months later, my memory doesn’t serve me, she died. It turns out she had leukemia. She was probably on drugs and wearing a wig the last time I saw her.

I remember driving to her mother’s house for a wake. I couldn’t get up the courage to go inside. I felt embarassed that I didn’t really know her anymore, but wished there was some way I could communicate that I had always liked her. She was good and sweet and kind.

In another strange twist, my husband and I watched 2010 on Sunday, February 10th. We’d thought about watching something else, but then had a “feeling” about 2010. It was as good as we remembered, even recognizing Helen Mirren in a way we hadn’t before – that was her? Goodness, she’s been around for a while. The strangest part, however, as I learned today, is that the star of the movie, Roy Scheider, died that very day, possibly as we were watching.

Are these two people communicating with me? Or did their cosmic dust, caught in the ebb and flow of the universe, just cross paths with me, a happy coincidence? I really don’t know, but if there is something greater happening here, message received. I remember you…you are not lost.

It is interesting to begin a blog with death and memory, but I guess that is what this is all about – telling the universe that I am here. I feel, think, believe, exist, just like Paula and Roy did. We are all together, embarking, disembarking in blogs and in life. Welcome to another part of the journey.

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