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Waiting On The Pizza

 

A few years ago, I was having lunch with my friend Harmony. We were musing over a long time pattern in my life that goes something like this:  I set an intention, do a whole bunch of work, scramble around, and then get tired and frustrated and sometimes resentful that the outcome just isn’t coming around quickly enough to suit me.

Her smiling response was something to the tune of, “If you call in to order a pizza, you’re not going to phone them back  in 5 minutes to ask why your pizza isn’t ready yet.” Regardless of how much I want the pizza to show up even before I ask for it, it’s just not gonna. I need to set the intention, by knowing I want it, take the time to pick up the phone and request it (spinach and broccoli, please) and then ever so patiently wait until I walk up to the counter, pay the person, and voila!  I am in pizza heaven~ No difference in the brick oven world of manna-festing my heart’s desires. To the Universe, the equivalent of the 20 minute turn around time for hot, bubbly ooey gooey cheese, sauce and veggies could be years in the making. It took 20 years to cosmically arrange the interview with the Dalai Lama. It is about doing the dough rolling, tossing, stretching, spooning, sprinkling and scattering the other assorted ingredients before placing the unfinished product in the oven to bake. Maybe that is part of the challenge as well. While I am doing the action pieces, I feel a sense of accomplishment, like I’m engaged in something meaningful. It is when I step back and let the baking-heat do its work and the pizza is out of sight, I feel that sense of powerlessness and my ‘creation’ is in the metaphorical hands of another force. No difference between that experience and letting go of attachment to when something comes to fruition in my life. Seems also to be about several pizzas in the works at once, so that while one is baking, the others  are in production stage.

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While we are on a food kick, there another metaphor I used recently in a counseling session. The person sitting in front of me was having major issues with knowing what he wanted in life. I asked him about his favorite dessert and his response was “chocolate cheesecake.” I felt a sense of yum moving through me since chocolate happens to be my drug of choice.. I inquired if he knew the ingredients in the decadent delight. He did and then rattled them off. I then added that he wouldn’t likely put spaghetti sauce on the cheesecake, no matter how much he might like it on other foods. He laughed and said “Guess not.” Just as he clearly knew what he wanted and did not want in terms of  therapeutic treatment, so too would he benefit from setting a clear deliniation between which attitudes, beliefs and behaviors serve him and which didn’t. Whenever he would lapse into worn out mind mechanics, we used those two words as a reminder to slow down and breathe and know that he will have the patience to wait for his own metaphorical cheescake, sans sauce.

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There are times when I blend ingredients in my own symbolic culinary creations that are not compatible and give the Head Chef mixed messages. I may say I want one thing, but brewing beneath the surface is a belief that I’m not worthy of receiving what it is I say I want or that it will never happen or that someone else who is experiencing whatever it might be, has some secret in with the maitre’ d that I don’t have. If I put an order in with the server who is patiently waiting, pen in hand and don’t ask for what I want, fully expecting that I will receive it, he or she can’t possibly deliver it.

So, for today, I will peruse the expansive menu, choose from column A and B, place my order with the kitchen from which all manner of delights emit wondrously wafting aromas and ease back, enjoying the ambience and the company that sits around the table with me as I wait for the glorious creations to arrive.

 

Mangia!

http://youtu.be/O2Zwvyhms8c  I Am A Pizza by Charlotte Diamond

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Sing Me Your Story

Being a voracious reader likely from birth, weaned on fairy tales, in a home where music wafted through the air,  the CD called Sing Me Your Story offered with glee by husband and wife childrens’  edu-tainment team Two Of A Kind (David and Jenny Heitler-Klevans) fed my soul from first listen. It contains 17 sing-along-able songs to enlighten and inspire a multi-generational audience.

The CD begins with the scene setting One World, Many Stories . It was penned for a library summer reading project, inspiring young readers to immerse themselves in the wonder of words.

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David and Jenny take the listener on a whirlwind worldwide tour, with greetings from many countries, inviting friendship with the song Hello, Round The World.

It’s A Mystery To Me, sends David scouring his home, seeking a mystery book he was reading.

Social consciousness is evoked in The World Is Not Your Garbage Can.

They do a fun cover of the They Might Be Giants classic Birdhouse in Your Soul, which I initially heard on the WXPN 88.5 fm radio show Kids’ Corner, which, not coincidentally, introduced me to Jenny and David’s music.

Cooperative relationships are encouraged with Pitfall which could just as easily apply to adult interaction as well as those between children.  As they sing ‘stepping into the circle of peace’ will allow for peaceful co-existence.

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Purple Glasses is an ode to the fashion statement of a young girl in need of reading enhancement. I particularly loved this song, since  I too wear ‘spectacle spectacular’ purple (in my case, progressive lenses:) glasses.

Tell Me Your Story  beckons elders to pass their wisdom and experience to the next generation.

They are joined on the final piece Family Harmony by a host of friends and their twin teenaged sons Ari and Jason who also provide instrumentation on selected songs.

Jenny and David are accompanied by some of my other favorite musician in the singer songwriter genre; including Kim and Reggie Harris, their band members in Accoustic Blender;  Justin Solonynka and Hope Wesley Harrison as well as re-percussionist Billy Jonas,  saxophonist Ken Ulansey and multi-instrumentalist Dave Posmontier . The cover art was created by fellow musician David C. Perry.

What most impresses me about David and Jenny’s music is that it uplifting without singing down to children. You’re gonna wanna sing along.

http://youtu.be/-wydIEDEJ0g The Library Song

www.twoofakind.com

 

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Delicious Ambiguity

Saturday Night Live was a staple in my adolesence, debuting October 11, 1975. Its rowdy, clever, twisted brand of humor kept me awake into the wee hours for many a Saturday night into Sunday. One of my favorite Not Ready For Prime Time Players was Gilda Radner. A comedic genius, she created infamous characters such as Emily Litella, whose “Never mind.” in response to being corrected when she would mishear things like “saving Soviet jewelry [really Jewry]”, “endangered feces [species]”, “violins [violence] on television”, “busting [busing] schoolchildren”, “presidential erections [elections]”, “flea [free] elections (and then “flea erections”) in China”, “pouring money into canker [cancer] research”, the “Eagle [Equal] Rights Amendment“, “conserving our natural racehorses [natural resources]”, “youth in Asia [euthanasia], “sax [sex] on television”, “firing [hiring] the handicapped”, and “making Puerto Rico a steak [state]”. (from Wikipedia)

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Others included the wire haired outspoken Roseanne Rosanadana with her classic line “It just goes to show you, it’s always something.”, and the sidekick to Bill Murray’s Todd; the noogified Lisa Loopner whose stuffed up nose sounding voice exclaimed “That’s so funny, I forgot to laugh.”

Throughout her life, Gilda laughed her way through a daunting eating disorder and the most challenging adversary was yet to come, when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 1986.  She succumbed to the disease in 1989, with her husband Gene Wilder at her side. Prior to her death, she penned a book called It’s Always Something which was made into a tv movie in 2002.

 

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One of her legacies is Gilda’s Club which is a non-residential support community for folks living with cancer, and their families and friends. It was founded by Michael Radner (Gilda’s brother) and Joanna Bull (her counselor)  I have been blessed to have been on staff at the location in Warminster, PA, surrounded by generous compassionate co-workers and volunteers. I facilitated living with loss and caregiver support groups and loved every minute of it, even in the midst of sadness. I was inspired by those who passed through the doors.

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Although the comedic quotes made me laugh, the one that touches me deeply comes from her book:  “I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”   

Delicious ambguity…what would it mean to live in that state? For me it would mean, taking the leap of faith, the Nestea Plunge, leaning back into the metaphorical arms of Spirit, knowing for certain that I will always be safely held and caught. It brings with it unpredictabilty. How boring would it be if we could always know in advance what would transpire. Unanticipated delights await!

http://youtu.be/B4VRqFUSIvY

 

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Back On Track

 

Facebook friend Jolene Setterfield shared an experience she had while traveling on a train in her home in London that gave me  the giggles, certain that I needed to write about it.  Just so’s you know….there really isn’t much that isn’t grist for the mill/fodder for my writing.

” Spent half the train journey sat in a luggage rack with my suitcases ( for real) that’s with a first class ticket! Haha! Grateful to have been on the train though & it was a new experience and funny as, so it’s all good!  The train driver just came on the speaker to say “we’re currently on the wrong side of the track, but will be moving the the right side shortly!!!” comedy moment!!! “

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I told her that it could only get better from that point on and added that it would make for a great blog entry.

“Bloody is!! That’s never happened before! Actually could have been dangerous but looking at the comedy in it and all’s good! Back on the right track now!! “

How many times do you find yourself de-railed by self limiting thoughts and fear gremlins? You are seated ever so comfortably on cushy seats, enjoying the scenery, leaving the driving to someone else, conversing with your fellow passengers. You can be trekking along nicely, when the track curves in unexpected ways or an outlaw jumps on board and attempts to hijack the train. What’s a spiritual traveler to do? Well, (s)he can sneak off the car; jump, tuck and roll or stay on board and see where the journey leads, fight back against the hijacker, complain that it jumped the track.

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What would it take to be on the ‘right track’? Can you tell when you are there? For me, it a sense of YES and what I call the ‘goosebump factor’ which is my truth barometer. Are you willing to be, not just the passenger, but also the conductor? Can you see yourself driving the train at times and perhaps sitting back and allowing someone else to lead at others?

Where is your train taking you? Do you hop on and off a local or are you willing to be on it for the long haul? Set your sights for adventure and like the Little Engine That Could, KNOW that you can make it up the hill and  as the conductor on The Polar Express so eloquently says: “The thing about trains… it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on.” Get on the train!

 

Jolene…may you ALWAYS travel well and remain on track, at least most of the time(:

 

http://youtu.be/1g6nPYyIS_I Last Train Home by The Pat Metheny Group

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