Today I encountered a techno challenge that I know will resolve itself in the perfect way and with great grace and ease. A few hours ago, I wasn’t so sure. I had gone to the gym, toting with me, my backpack that contained my wallet, headset and cellphone, all of which I checked to make sure accompanied me both into and of the building. I was on my way out the door long about 6:30 to meet up with friends for dinner. I felt around in the backpack once again and……no phone. Growling, grumping, scrambling around my house and car, asking my son to call my number…no brand new iphone4 s answered. Adam reminded me that getting upset wouldn’t help me find it. He has to pick this time to throw my own words of advice at me, as I have said the same thing when items of his have gone missing. I called the gym and asked them to keep an eye out for it. I drove there and looked around the parking lot, checked the street here, no luck. “Ok, universe,”, I called out….”Angels, St. Anthony, whoever can offer assistance, please help me find my AWOL device.” and then drove to AT &T, praying all the while that I had the good sense to purchase a protection plan. I had and the salesman was one of those angels who helped to pave the way for a replacement and an itsy bitsy go phone to tide me over in the meantime. Still holding out for the likelihood that the phone will show itself…come out, come out wherever you are.
A few weeks ago, my yahoo account had gotten hacked and I was unable to get back in and retrieve my email addresses, nearly 2000 of them that I had collected over the years. So I am rebuilding that list now. The question I ask, since this is too coincidental not to have a meaning or purpose, what the heck is this about? I firmly believe that things happen for a reason. Am I too dependent on technology? Perhaps I am and this is Spirit’s way of reminding me to tap into the heavenly hotline. So I shall. I am considering the idea that I need to feel more connected with those around me without relying on wires and fiber-optics. Maybe it is telling me to connect to my intuition. Still seeing the phone back in my hands, easily and effortlessly.
In the meantime, I continue to trust the highest possible outcome, grateful for whatever it is. Magical thinking? Miracle mindedness? I’m all for it <3
A friend suggested this prayer for assistance from The Koran.
By the Glorious Morning Light – sung by Jerry Forman http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghc4H7KF2Gw
Since today is Monday, it made sense to begin this week’s Bliss Blog with some intention setting. What is an intention? It seems to me that it is far beyond a goal or a resolution. Goals may feel daunting and most people break resolutions within a short time of stating them. When I set an intention, it is a full sensory experience. I see it, feel it, hear it, taste it, touch it and smell it as if it is occurring in the here and now. I read recently that a visionary is someone who experiences something they desire in that way even if it hasn’t yet manifested in a physical form. One intention that I create each morning before rising from the covers is to “have extraordinary experiences and connect with amazing people.” and each day I do. I have no clue some of the time, how it will unfold, but unfold it does, like fresh, clean sheets drying in a warm breeze on a clothes line. Sometimes things play out word for word and action for action as I have imagined them and others are such sweet surprises that I find myself laughing and smiling like a child with a new toy.
This weekend was one such experience and it spilled over into today. My 54th birthday was Saturday and into my home came phenomenal family and friends from all aspects of my life. I had wanted to bring them together so they could enjoy the magnificence of who they all are with each other too. All are creative souls-musicians, artists, writers, healers, therapists, yogis and yoginis, teachers, health care practitioners, singers, drummers, dancers….and blend they did, like the unique and varied cuisines that presented themselves at the table too. All kinds of fascinating conversations took place, a massage chain, music offered by my friends Rick Denzien and Debra Lee (Lyra Project). Later they were joined by my friend Rich whose guitar mastery and recollection of forgotten and sometimes mangled song lyrics were helped along by Fran’s handy dandy ipad. My son Adam made hearty and savory veggie chili and the densely decadent, apple, cinnamon, walnut, pecan, drizzled with brown sugar birthday cake. For many hours, my house was filled to overflowing with folks who laughed, danced, munched, talked, sang, played, hugged and cuddled. Not surprising that I attract snuggly souls into my world. Two days later it still resonates with those magical feelings as we were all swimming in love soup.
On Sunday, sensationally sleep deprived, I rose to get breakfast together for my overnight guests, and then headed out to another friend’s Goddess themed birthday gathering. Fabulous women joined Carole Tollen who calls herself the Comedian Medium, gathered to honor her. A wildly outrageous woman who knows who she is and is darn proud of it, really out there in the world, Carole is a role model for me.
Today, I am immersed in writing while listening to another type of music…the sound of two year old Colin, who is the son of my own son Adam’s girlfriend Rochelle who are visiting. Elmo has been entertaining him on tv, setting his little feet to dancing. We were just blowing bubbles (than you, Carole for the purple bubble wand since it made a 2 year old, 25 year old and 54 year old very happy) and Colin’s face lit up every time they issued forth from the wand) and he called out “Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles,” taking great delight in chasing and popping them.
What if you decided to live your life as an exclamation point? Amazing! Fabulous! Extraordinary! Wonderful! Magnificent! Incredible! How would you interact with the people and experiences you encounter?
To all those who so enhance my life:
http://youtu.be/ZN3E9Yyd1HA Thank You For Being A Friend by Andrew Gold
This morning, 54 years ago, my mother was likely looking like a Jiffy Pop container, belly out to here, ready to burst. It was the day before I was about to make my appearance in this earthly incarnation. She and my father, who had married two years earlier (the very next day-October 14th) were eager to meet the first of their two children. A red haired munchkin got herself born 2 1/2 years later. The joke in our family was that among dark haired family members and the occasional blondie, my sister Jan must have been the proverbial ‘milkman’s daughter’. The truth is, she WAS, since for many years, that was my father’s profession. When I was a child, I used to say that I was born the day before my parents got married, to which they would rush to follow up with “Two years later,” so as to avoid embaressment.
My mother loved to tell the story of my arrival. She and my father had gone out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant, which is actually the cuisine they were enjoying on their first date when after cracking open her fortune cookie, my mother’s fortune read “You’d better prepare your Hope Chest”. Clearly, the Universe knew what it was doing and they married the following year. After dinner, she had some decadent ice cream dessert. Within a few hours, (as my friend Teddi who is anticipating the birth of her little girl as I am writing these words, referred to it in her own gestational process) we were doing “the uterine mambo”. She was rushed to the hospital and then things settled down a bit. Walking the halls of what was then called Lying-In Hospital as the maternity ward of Pennsylvania Hospital (the first hospital in the U.S.), founded by Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Bond in 1751, she stopped in front of the window to look at the newborns. Many were active, except one tiny boy. A doctor was standing over his crib, changing a diaper, and as soon as he took it off (or put it on, I forget which), he started to wail. At that moment, my mother laughed, her water broke and shortly afterward, 5:34 p.m. on October 13, 1958, I arrived on stage. I’ve often wondered if my bizarre sense of humor, ability to laugh at strange circumstances, comfort being out front, loving Chinese food and ice cream, was connected with the experiences surrounding my birth.
So, as I type these words, the morning prior to my birthday, I am filled with a mixture of feelings. I am listening to music that I will be reviewing next week for The Bliss Blog. The CD is called New World by Elisa Brown, produced by the Grammy Award winning Barry Goldstein. Ave Maria is issuing forth from the operatically trained Ms. Brown. “Mother of the Light, fill my heart, fill my soul…” transposed over the classic lyrics. Wondering what Mary was musing about the day before the birth of her Divine Child. Did she know that he would be a world changer? Does any mother know that? I imagine that if she is consciously aware of the awesome responsibility of raising a child, and not simply going through the motions, then she does have some inkling.
I look back at the last year, since turning 53 (an age that was nearly incomprehensible when I was a child…it felt so OLD) and marvel at the re-births that occur daily. Book published, touring in support of….writing, teaching, leaving a long time full time job, adjusting to being an ‘adult orphan’, missing my parents, becoming the family matriarch, meeting phenomenal souls, questioning nearly every aspect of my existence, seeing almost nothing at face value, diving deep, renovating my home and my life, clearing out, de-cluttering, making room for the new.
Tomorrow I will gather with friends from those lovely overlapping soul circles, I so treasure and celebrate our connection. That’s how I see birthday parties. When I turned 50, friends had given me a party at which they showered me with loving sentiments that I couldn’t fully absorb and they bounced off my teflon shields. My prayer is that this year, I can truly let it all in and immerse myself in love soup. In honor of my mother and father who I know will be there with us in Spirit, perhaps there will be Chinese food and ice cream…most certainly laughter.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIRtrR7LW7g Happy Birthday by Tom Chapin
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.” ~ Albert Einstein ~
I was an inquisitive child, according to my parents. I was always asking questions about the nature of ‘life, the universe and everything.’ My mother would joke (I think) that they were usually asked at the dinner table and often about sex. My sister didn’t need to ask those questions, since I did it first. I was often seen carrying a book to read wherever I was, including in the car and the bathroom. No surprise since my father would call the bathroom ‘the library’. To this day, a book is often my companion to read when eating alone, or traveling. I am never bored and say that I am, instead, frequently fascinated. My imagination runs wild with abandon, pondering the nature of life. I peek under leaves (literal and symbolic) to turn over new ones. I rarely take anything at face value and generally dig deep to discover answers. Hard to understand people who are content to have a bland, question-less existence.
I question the nature of reality, pondering what differentiates fact from perception. I became a professional interviewer, in part, because I wanted to get to know people on a deeper level and open the windows to their worlds for readers to enter. Over the past nearly 25 years, I have explored the inner worlds of transformational teachers such as Ram Dass, Deepak Chopra, Wayne Dyer, Marianne Williamson, Jack Canfield, Debbie Ford, Arielle Ford, Dennis Weaver, Ben & Jerry, Shirley MacLaine, Dan Millman, Louise Hay, Richard Bach, Joan Borysenko, Michael Franti and Elizabeth Lesser.
When I had the profound blessing of interviewing His Holiness the Dalai Lama in 2008, my questions were not the typical form or of a political nature. Instead, I wanted to know what brought him joy. His answers were heartening and all about connection with his fellow humans. He responded:
“Joy, I think, talking with people and my own motivation is sincere. I consider others as just brothers and sisters. Nothing barrier. I think you notice, like yesterday, when I talk to a few thousand people, I just feel I am talking to an old friend. Like that. I never felt some kind of distance, so therefore, I feel one source of happiness. In that kind of atmosphere, my experience seems some benefit to some people. I feel like my life is something purposeful. Many people have told me that after they listen to my talk, some point which I made, they got certain ideas and their whole life is changed. They are happier. One scientist had discussions about love and compassion. Usually, he felt irritation. After our meeting, for some months, anger never come. ”
I asked him how we can demonstrate affection to those whose paths we cross. “Real affection comes from the face. Those political leaders, when they meet, they are always hugging, but not very genuine. Deep, sincerity comes from face and eye. When you entered, you showed that face. I thought, “This is sincere. Not political hugging.” I assured him that indeed, it was not political hugging that passed between us.
If you realized that all of the answers in the Universe could be found by means of inquiry, what questions would you ask? And would you willing to listen with open ears, mind and heart, standing ready in holy curiosity?