Buses show up as soon as I get to the bus stop.
Gorgeous sunsets keep showing up right over my computer in my office.
New friends keep introducing me to people who now want to support my work.
I have had three wonderful visits with my sons and a fine visit with my ex-step son.
I shall be forever grateful to The Universe for my decision to move from Los Angeles to New York.
I am recruiting people to help me create my 2011 business plan.
I have discovered that people really do want to listen to what I have to say.
I have been led to the finest healers in my new home.
My intuitive powers are on and working extremely well for me.
Happiness is being written all over me.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Where does the time go between holidays?
It seems like last week was Haloween, which I love as it was my most favorite holiday, when I was a kid. I could run in the streets around my home in Detroit and no one could follow me in the dark. I remember the feelings of freedom I had. I didn't even like the candy that much.
Then it was Thanksgiving. That was a great holiday for me also, as family gathered together on that day. I was an only child, so I really enjoyed having my cousins, aunts and uncles and grandmother around. I still love homemade cranberry sauce with everything.
And now it's almost Christmas, which has literally lit up New York. The city is full of all colors of twinkling lights and wonderfully decorated store windows, lots of visitors and sale signs everywhere. I like the lights best of all.
The way I celebrate Christmas is very different these days, as I don't send out many cards or buy many gifts. I will send out an e-mail message, and I am gifting people with some of the things I've collected through the years and either don't use or want anymore. Choosing to let go of some of my things really feels good, as I know I am giving them a new life.
I think I shall do some quiet spiritual celebrating around the New Year... I have high intentions on that. I shall share that closer to 2011 --- who can believe date?
Then it was Thanksgiving. That was a great holiday for me also, as family gathered together on that day. I was an only child, so I really enjoyed having my cousins, aunts and uncles and grandmother around. I still love homemade cranberry sauce with everything.
And now it's almost Christmas, which has literally lit up New York. The city is full of all colors of twinkling lights and wonderfully decorated store windows, lots of visitors and sale signs everywhere. I like the lights best of all.
The way I celebrate Christmas is very different these days, as I don't send out many cards or buy many gifts. I will send out an e-mail message, and I am gifting people with some of the things I've collected through the years and either don't use or want anymore. Choosing to let go of some of my things really feels good, as I know I am giving them a new life.
I think I shall do some quiet spiritual celebrating around the New Year... I have high intentions on that. I shall share that closer to 2011 --- who can believe date?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Time to talk about attention again!
I haven't written for a very long time.
I can't remember when, exactly. I just know that attention is alive and well all around the world. I was recently in Madrid at the request of a lovely young architect, whom I met in Los Angeles and who lives there. Andres asked me, when he heard that I was going on a cruise from Venice to Barcelona, to come to his city for two days, so he could show me around. I went.
We walked his city, choosing to see his favorite buildings and spaces. He taught me the rituals of enjoying Spanish cuisine. He introduced me to the friends he thought I' like to meet - I did. He took me to street gatherings for Fashion Week. People in Madrid take advantage of their city by walking it almost 24/7. He gave me his apartment to stay in, while he went elsewhere to sleep. We rode the buses and the subways. His hosting was the absolute finest kind of attention I could ever have. He was present with me all the while, even though occasionally he had to answer his cell phone. While he had clients to call and work with, I went to two museums, which are totally fantastic there.
Andres' city, Madrid, is a true gem. It needs visitors and we need it for its art, culture and way of life.
The ship I chose, also had its special brand of attention. There were staff from all around the world, almost like a small United Nations. They were all working together, attentively. They soon knew our names and if we had any special needs for anything. I met young people from Romania, Peru, The Philippines, Lithuania, Bali, Canada - all of whom were seeing the world for themselves.
My memories of those fourteen days away remain vividly etched in my memory bank to be pulled out at will and enjoyed again.
I can't remember when, exactly. I just know that attention is alive and well all around the world. I was recently in Madrid at the request of a lovely young architect, whom I met in Los Angeles and who lives there. Andres asked me, when he heard that I was going on a cruise from Venice to Barcelona, to come to his city for two days, so he could show me around. I went.
We walked his city, choosing to see his favorite buildings and spaces. He taught me the rituals of enjoying Spanish cuisine. He introduced me to the friends he thought I' like to meet - I did. He took me to street gatherings for Fashion Week. People in Madrid take advantage of their city by walking it almost 24/7. He gave me his apartment to stay in, while he went elsewhere to sleep. We rode the buses and the subways. His hosting was the absolute finest kind of attention I could ever have. He was present with me all the while, even though occasionally he had to answer his cell phone. While he had clients to call and work with, I went to two museums, which are totally fantastic there.
Andres' city, Madrid, is a true gem. It needs visitors and we need it for its art, culture and way of life.
The ship I chose, also had its special brand of attention. There were staff from all around the world, almost like a small United Nations. They were all working together, attentively. They soon knew our names and if we had any special needs for anything. I met young people from Romania, Peru, The Philippines, Lithuania, Bali, Canada - all of whom were seeing the world for themselves.
My memories of those fourteen days away remain vividly etched in my memory bank to be pulled out at will and enjoyed again.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Marching Along
Finally, I am writing again, which feels so good.
I have reinvented my life!!! I moved to New York to my dream home in November.
Miracles keep abounding. The grandson of the Lanes, the Missionary couple who treated me so generously, while I lived in Sapporo, Japan as a young bride/expectant mother, found me through the Huffington Post article I wrote on Thanksgiving 2007...I'd been asking The Universe forever how I could find any family members, as I hadn't been in touch for decades...can you imagine the feelings I had when I saw the Lanes' name in my In-Box? We've become e-mail pals and I can hardly wait to meet him.
I am launching my new book, Attention: Secrets for Making It in College and Beyond, in August. It's 56 pages of vital info for kids about why and how attention works...parents tell me what they wish they'd had it, before they went off to college.
This is a dashing blog today...more to follow.
I have reinvented my life!!! I moved to New York to my dream home in November.
Miracles keep abounding. The grandson of the Lanes, the Missionary couple who treated me so generously, while I lived in Sapporo, Japan as a young bride/expectant mother, found me through the Huffington Post article I wrote on Thanksgiving 2007...I'd been asking The Universe forever how I could find any family members, as I hadn't been in touch for decades...can you imagine the feelings I had when I saw the Lanes' name in my In-Box? We've become e-mail pals and I can hardly wait to meet him.
I am launching my new book, Attention: Secrets for Making It in College and Beyond, in August. It's 56 pages of vital info for kids about why and how attention works...parents tell me what they wish they'd had it, before they went off to college.
This is a dashing blog today...more to follow.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
March Brings My Birthday and Thoughts of Japan, as Time Flies.
My birthday's in March, so it's always a special month for me. I wait for it to arrive, always say that I'm going to celebrate all 31 days, and, suddenly, it's April 1st. I know that time is going faster, because I've read that it is so. I think that I can almost feel it's fleeing...I look at the clock one minute, do something quickly, and another hour's gone.
I did have a wonderful birthday week-end this year, though, filled with family and friends. I got to spend time with all three sons during the month, for which I am most grateful.
My 22nd birthday brings back a flood of memories. I was a new bride, and I had the great, good fortune to be able to live in Japan for nine full months. My husband had been sent to Sapporo by the Army. He'd been drafted right after he'd received his degree in economics. The Army made him a telephone repairman. Luckily for us, he got a strep throat, when he was about to be shipped overseas, was hospitalized and re-assigned to the payroll department of the Quartermaster Corp. Lots of economics there. Lucky break.
The Masaki family took us in, let us live in their upstairs, treated us like their own kids, and celebrated us and every holiday that came by. On my birthday in Japan, my mother sent the recipe for my favorite chocolate cake and a very special lady baked it as a surprise. I carry the memories of my time in Japan in my soul.
The cherry trees have already blossomed in Japan, giving that country magical qualities for the month. That phenonmeon is given great attention annually. I've was there at that time of year. It is like fairy land. The Japanese celebrate grandly with parties, picnics, poems, songs. They realize that that display of nature is really something and spectacularly memoralize them with song, drink, togetherness and cameras. It's wonderful. It's a great family time. I shall go again.
The school year's almost coming to a close. People are thinking about their summer vacations, already, and soon June will be here...Oh, Mother's Day does fall in-between. If I had enough resources, I would celebrate this Mother's day by taking my entire family to Kyoto, and the southern parts of Japan for as much time as we all could eke out...
I know my family's full of all ages now, which could make for interesting decisions about what to do and see. I wonder how long some could be away from their texting and social net-working.
It definitely takes some negotiating and listening to travel with family these days. It's best to know that there are lots of different needs and opinions in one's "tribe." Perhaps, it's worthwhile to operate very democratically and take votes on everything. And if the minority doesn't like what the majority wants, they have permission to secede and go where they want, as long as everyone shares at the end of the day. I could handle that. I know that I would win some and lose some. That would be ok, too. I would be savouring everything all over again and with some new eyes.
Tomorrow's another Monday. Best I get ready for it.
I did have a wonderful birthday week-end this year, though, filled with family and friends. I got to spend time with all three sons during the month, for which I am most grateful.
My 22nd birthday brings back a flood of memories. I was a new bride, and I had the great, good fortune to be able to live in Japan for nine full months. My husband had been sent to Sapporo by the Army. He'd been drafted right after he'd received his degree in economics. The Army made him a telephone repairman. Luckily for us, he got a strep throat, when he was about to be shipped overseas, was hospitalized and re-assigned to the payroll department of the Quartermaster Corp. Lots of economics there. Lucky break.
The Masaki family took us in, let us live in their upstairs, treated us like their own kids, and celebrated us and every holiday that came by. On my birthday in Japan, my mother sent the recipe for my favorite chocolate cake and a very special lady baked it as a surprise. I carry the memories of my time in Japan in my soul.
The cherry trees have already blossomed in Japan, giving that country magical qualities for the month. That phenonmeon is given great attention annually. I've was there at that time of year. It is like fairy land. The Japanese celebrate grandly with parties, picnics, poems, songs. They realize that that display of nature is really something and spectacularly memoralize them with song, drink, togetherness and cameras. It's wonderful. It's a great family time. I shall go again.
The school year's almost coming to a close. People are thinking about their summer vacations, already, and soon June will be here...Oh, Mother's Day does fall in-between. If I had enough resources, I would celebrate this Mother's day by taking my entire family to Kyoto, and the southern parts of Japan for as much time as we all could eke out...
I know my family's full of all ages now, which could make for interesting decisions about what to do and see. I wonder how long some could be away from their texting and social net-working.
It definitely takes some negotiating and listening to travel with family these days. It's best to know that there are lots of different needs and opinions in one's "tribe." Perhaps, it's worthwhile to operate very democratically and take votes on everything. And if the minority doesn't like what the majority wants, they have permission to secede and go where they want, as long as everyone shares at the end of the day. I could handle that. I know that I would win some and lose some. That would be ok, too. I would be savouring everything all over again and with some new eyes.
Tomorrow's another Monday. Best I get ready for it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Attention, Attention: How Vital is It?
I saw the new version of Chorus Line tonight and absolutely loved it. It's all about attention - how much attention is paid to the 1000 who auditioned to get in the show. These young people have really spent years getting ready for these grueling auditions, at which some lose and some win. You see the agony and the ectasy. It's a very emotional movie, for it's so well done, that you feel the pain and the elation of the dancers. I cried several times, sometimes from hurt and other times from joy.
Most of these kids have known from childhood that they wanted to be dancers. Perhaps, their parents knew before them., recognized something in them and supported their being able to grow to professionalism. That took immense attention for everyone: the hours spent in taking lessons, driving to lessons, driving home from lessons, shopping for shoes and costumes, having massages when necessary - to name jut a few of the required activities. It actuallybecomes a full time job. One young woman talked about how much her mother loved to dance, but when her mother married her father, he forbade her to dance and put an end to her passion. So her mother's passed that passion on to her daughter. This is not common. Also heard," If it weren't for you, I would have been a famous dancer!"One dancer's father was one of this country's best professional dancers who started his own dance troupe. His name was Jacques La Boise.
When you're a dancer, you have to pay attention to your entire body which includes your feet, your legs, your upper torso - all of you really. It's an everyday thing of practice and more practice and healing the physical hurts and pain.
Actually a dancer's body is his art form; he has no other product. Their stamina, their physical prowess is amazing and memorable to watch. When they can't dance anymore, who are they?
That is one of the questions asked.
I would highly recommend this movie; it comes out in April.
Most of these kids have known from childhood that they wanted to be dancers. Perhaps, their parents knew before them., recognized something in them and supported their being able to grow to professionalism. That took immense attention for everyone: the hours spent in taking lessons, driving to lessons, driving home from lessons, shopping for shoes and costumes, having massages when necessary - to name jut a few of the required activities. It actuallybecomes a full time job. One young woman talked about how much her mother loved to dance, but when her mother married her father, he forbade her to dance and put an end to her passion. So her mother's passed that passion on to her daughter. This is not common. Also heard," If it weren't for you, I would have been a famous dancer!"One dancer's father was one of this country's best professional dancers who started his own dance troupe. His name was Jacques La Boise.
When you're a dancer, you have to pay attention to your entire body which includes your feet, your legs, your upper torso - all of you really. It's an everyday thing of practice and more practice and healing the physical hurts and pain.
Actually a dancer's body is his art form; he has no other product. Their stamina, their physical prowess is amazing and memorable to watch. When they can't dance anymore, who are they?
That is one of the questions asked.
I would highly recommend this movie; it comes out in April.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
We're already in the middle of March!!!
March, the name and the month, is special for me. It's my birthday month, and it also happens to be my last name. Wonder if there's a coincidence there?
I start celebrating the first day of March, which seems like it was yesterday, and already it's the twenty-second...I know people who won't celebrate their birthdays, don't want to, and I feel that I have to make up for them. I think that's a real pity, for that's the day we were born, arrived on this planet to make a difference ...when we can commit to being in integrity, being authentic and choose to heal ourselves and the planet. Celebrating is good!
Some people still have to learn to receive, to let others acknowledge them. Childhood memories creep in here, and if early birthdays were stressful, adults tend to shy away from wanting to do anything about their birthdays. When birthdays fall on or near Holidays, there are stories...memories which live forever...I have collected lots of stories about that phenomeon!!!
My, my soap box is really turned on tonight. I think I have some extra vetting energy because I took myself to my favorite deli tonight and was totally disappointed in everything I ordered - even commented to the waitress, who shared that other patrons felt the same way - no flavor whatsoever...I finally took a piece of their rye bread, always terrific, and dipped it in Russian dressing -that was fabulous. I could put Russian dressing, Thousand Island, on almost anything, and it tastes better. That must be from my mid-west Detroit roots.
I've been on a movie prowl lately and have seen three good ones: I Love You, Man, Everlasting Moments (Swedish) and Two Lovers. I guess I'm exhibiting spring fever behavior. The first movie is a wonderful stab at explaining male bonding/friendship which for so many has become so suspect...actually...I really liked that movie.
Spring: Time for flowers...lots...makes me feel honored and cared for; my balcony garden is looking good!
I've been motivated to write much more lately, to complete my long-awaited book and to get some product ready for Web site - I've got cheerleaders in residence who are really pushing me, as they think my work is vitally important, timely and needs to be out there - this really helps. I am grateful.
Just heard mega rain outside and as I love to sleep in the rain, after reading the Sunday New York Times, I think it's time to head off to bed. Another week has come and gone; I am always running out of time these days - lots on my plate - making me very happy and challenged. Good to feel creative.
Hope all's well all over the world tonight, especially with all my family and friends scattered here and there. I shall send them extra positive attention through the air waves...
I start celebrating the first day of March, which seems like it was yesterday, and already it's the twenty-second...I know people who won't celebrate their birthdays, don't want to, and I feel that I have to make up for them. I think that's a real pity, for that's the day we were born, arrived on this planet to make a difference ...when we can commit to being in integrity, being authentic and choose to heal ourselves and the planet. Celebrating is good!
Some people still have to learn to receive, to let others acknowledge them. Childhood memories creep in here, and if early birthdays were stressful, adults tend to shy away from wanting to do anything about their birthdays. When birthdays fall on or near Holidays, there are stories...memories which live forever...I have collected lots of stories about that phenomeon!!!
My, my soap box is really turned on tonight. I think I have some extra vetting energy because I took myself to my favorite deli tonight and was totally disappointed in everything I ordered - even commented to the waitress, who shared that other patrons felt the same way - no flavor whatsoever...I finally took a piece of their rye bread, always terrific, and dipped it in Russian dressing -that was fabulous. I could put Russian dressing, Thousand Island, on almost anything, and it tastes better. That must be from my mid-west Detroit roots.
I've been on a movie prowl lately and have seen three good ones: I Love You, Man, Everlasting Moments (Swedish) and Two Lovers. I guess I'm exhibiting spring fever behavior. The first movie is a wonderful stab at explaining male bonding/friendship which for so many has become so suspect...actually...I really liked that movie.
Spring: Time for flowers...lots...makes me feel honored and cared for; my balcony garden is looking good!
I've been motivated to write much more lately, to complete my long-awaited book and to get some product ready for Web site - I've got cheerleaders in residence who are really pushing me, as they think my work is vitally important, timely and needs to be out there - this really helps. I am grateful.
Just heard mega rain outside and as I love to sleep in the rain, after reading the Sunday New York Times, I think it's time to head off to bed. Another week has come and gone; I am always running out of time these days - lots on my plate - making me very happy and challenged. Good to feel creative.
Hope all's well all over the world tonight, especially with all my family and friends scattered here and there. I shall send them extra positive attention through the air waves...
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