04 January, 2007

January forth....

Life is going forth...New year, new month and all. In some ways, it is hard to believe that only a few days ago was New Years Day.

Welcome to Nancy Pelosi and the new congress. Sending them Light.

An overcast day and rainy night. Clearing the way for Epiphany.
I would like to go on record as extolling the virtues of peanut butter. What a wonderful thing Mr. Carver made possible for us. Peanut butter has always been a favorite from kidhood on into adulthood. And tonight, along with my soup, I fixed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and simply took time to appreciate that creation. (Yeah, OK, so I had it on Orowheat Light bread which is only 40 calories a slice.... but who asked ya?)

As much as I love writing this blog (and having you read it) I hope that you as a reader continue to read books. All types of books and not just the self-help variety.Even though this week, I bought myself a new book called, A Perfect Mess. It is a book that proposes the healthy side of clutter. So look out all you Virgos and neatniks who have glanced askew at me over the years for my messy desk and such, as it may turn out that I have been more creative as a result of that inclination. I might even see about teaching a class on the book if I get authors' permission and I can find my notes!

And according to researchers at the University of Connecticut, political correctness is making us more stoopid. Because learning centers and schools are not teaching the classics of literature we are not producing graduates with a full, well-rounded education. It is not politically correct these days to teach Shakespeare, Austen except to expose the racism and oppression of which they wrote. These researchers and authors are now saying that by graduation,college students have learned that everything that happened before they were born was either irrelevant or wrong.
Unless of course, it was a sports celebrity.

According to Music Choice on Cox Cable, debate ensues as to whether or not Tchaikovsky committed suicide due to a sex scandal or died of cholera. Hmmm. Wonder who is debating this hot issue these days . . ?

This week, I had a new Starbucks drink creation. I had a Dirty Chai Latte. Ambrosia in a cardboard cup. Oh, FYI that Starbucks stores are starting to do away with bakery products that contain trans fats. One store in Mira Mesa is even selling the wonderful little Kashi granola bars now. (Oh so yummy and lots of fiber, too). Which reminds me that for those of you who are uninitiated, and interested in healthy eating, check out the wonderful Hungry Girl website:
Good humour (not the ice cream) and good healthy eating tips.

A votre sante.

02 January, 2007

Heaven in '07

...heaven on Earth, of course.
Happy New Year y'all.
Although, I don't feel I can use my southern roots today since I did not have my black eyed peas yesterday. The stores were sold out. No wonder my mother bought her can back in November...
With the run on blackeyed peas (canned or frozen) all I could do was download the musical group Blackeyed Peas--not my usual music choice. Ah well. It is all in the intention,after all.

Trust everyone had good holidays and are using today to get your bearings back to the world of facts and details. Notice, that I did not use the phrase, "back to the real world" because I still believe the real world is the inner world; and the rest, what we see and experience in the human form and appearance, is about the facts and details.

Today, I am ready to dismantle the Christmas decor. It was Christmas for so long before it was actually the season, that now I am ready to focus on January and the new year, new opportunities.

New Year's Day was easygoing. Less muss and fuss. I did not put pressure on myself to do certain things. I grew up with not only the idea that you had to have blackeyed peas on New Years Day (so that there would always be food on the table throughout the year) but with the idea that what you did on New Years you did/do throughout the year. Most of my life, I was driven on New Years Day to do activities that would symbolize what I wanted for the year. Now I understand the intention behind that superstition and I realize that it is more about my setting my intention, creating it, and then allowing it instead of going through the motions. Soooooo, this year, I have set inner intentions (in the real world,first) and will go about creating them and making space to allow them to manifest. Much easier, don't ya think?

Last night, we had a lovely dinner and then watched "The Da Vinci Code". I thought that was a good movie to start the year. I so enjoyed the book and found value in the film, too. Then we watched one of my Christmas gifts: A DVD of The Beatles as they appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show. Wow. I had not seen that show since it's original airing, Feb. 9th, 1964. Of course, over the years, through news clips and documentaries, there have been snippets. But this was the full episode incuding commercials. What a time trip. When I contemplate the idea that as a young girl, not only was I watching history being made, that The Beatles would still be a significant part of my life; and that I would be able to view this show again 43 years later is mind-boggling awesome. And for me, one of the little bonuses in this episode was seeing Georgia Brown sing two numbers from the (then) Broadway musical, "Oliver!". I used to play that soundtrack over and over again and I so appreciated her talents. AND --it gets better-- singing with her on the "I'd Do Anything" number, was Davy Jones who played The Artful Dodger. It was his stage and American debut. For those of you who may not know it, Davy went on to be pop star on his own and one of the four guys who starred in "The Monkees" hit t.v. show that was a parody of... The Beatles! And there they were on the same bill. No way either Mr. Jones or the Fab Four would know how they would later be linked in the British music invasion and my heart.

Be compatient with yourselves this week as you get back to the day-to-day flow of life.


31 December, 2006

Making Peace...and Ollie Hammond's

Ollie Hammond's was a great restaurant on La Cienega Blvd. in Beverly Hills. One of the things that made it so great was that it was open 24 hours a day and had killer breakfasts. This was not a Denny's coffee shop either. It was a full-scale restaurant. And in my active theatre days, where you never went to bed before 4:00 or 5:00 a.m., we would invariable go there for breakfast somewhere between 2:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. for breakfast (?) and lively conversations. I am wasxing nostalgic for Ollie Hammond's this morning as I wind up the wee hour dedicated to praying and meditation on and for World Peace.

And this year, as I reflect on 2006, it was really more like Whirled Peas.

Fear not, I am not about to re-hash the events of this year. Been there, done that. A lot. Nope. Today, and particularly this morning is more about a sweet reflection and bringing peace to the whirling dervish that was my life this year.

Haven't lost my touch in that I woke up on my own at 3:54 a.m. Talk about setting an intention. Well, this intention was set in 1986 when this World Healing/Peace event began. And each year I participate. I miss actually going to a church to share it with others; but there is also something so sweet and mystical about getting up before dawn, lighting a candle, wrapping up in a cozy blanket and cat and doing the work.

After Belle and I were complete,I knew that it was time for me to look at the Blessings Book that Pacific Church had created for me as a farewell gift. Rev. Patti had brought it for me on Christmas Eve and I took it home without looking at it. I chose to not look at it at that time because I knew I had to do so when I could be fully present in body,mind and spirit. Because I knew it was the last piece (peace).

My instincts were right on. And within my peace meditation this morning, came the idea that now was the time and I was willing and able to peruse the book.

For those that did not see it or get to add to it (and I would like to make it possible for others to still contribute their blessing or photo to it) it is this beautiful photo album that looks more like a picture frame that holds additional photos. The front is silver and etched with the piece from Corinthians that I often use at weddings. "Love is patient and kind; love is not boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable, angry or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things . . .Love never ends."

It was a lovely way to conclude this morning meditation. I loved seeing all the photos and the blessing cards. This whole book has Rev. Patti's creative touch to it. The blessing cards being the same size as the photos to fit inside so perfectly. Many of the photos were actually taken from what turned out to be my last day on the pulpit at PCRS. Thank you Rev. Patti and to everyone who helped contribute and create this forever blessing. Thanks to the photographers who contributed, too. All of it is so beautiful. And I shed not one tear. Only smiles. It's true, Mr. Lennon, "...and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make."
Belle insisted on returning to my lap even though I am trying to type on my laptop. She knows where the love is . . . and by her purrs, she feels the peace, too. And let's me know that this posting has come to an end -- like this year. Purrrrrfectly.

Peace does begin with me.

City Slackers

No, I did not misspell the title of this post. Yes, I was playing off of the comedy film title, "City Slickers" about a bunch of...