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Dad-ication

                                                                       

This Sunday will mark the 3rd Father’s Day without the physical presence of ‘the tough South Philly street corner kid’ (5th and Wolf and 4th and Ritner for those who also grew up with an attytood:)  who was really a marshmallow, who would cry at the drop of a hat and who loved his family with a ferocity and devotion that still floors me when I think about it. First generation American born of Russian immigrant parents whose arranged marriage also bore three siblings:  older brother Dave, middle brother Phil and baby sister Jeanette (adoringly called Netsie by everyone who knew her). My cousin Jody  is her youngest daughter and I have always known that we would have chosen each other as friends even if we weren’t family of origin.

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My dad Moish  worked and played hard. A Golden Gloves boxer in the Navy, he was a lifelong athlete who would run, jump rope, ride bikes, swim, sled and fly kites with Jan and me and the neighborhood kids. His right livelihood had him delivering milk for Abbotts and Milk Maid Dairies and driving a bus for SEPTA. Even in retirement in 1989, he continued to work at the Town Center in Bonaventure (a part of Weston/Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.)  His job involved managing the gym, as well as handing out skates and bowling shoes, all of which he did with a broad smile and hearty/hardy laugh. He made friends wherever he went; a skill I gladly absorbed. He never attended college, but loved to learn and read anything he could get his hands on, including some of the more left of center metaphysical things his ‘meshuggenah’ daughter offered him. He became a Bar Mitzvah at the age I am now…52. When I adopted a macrobiotic diet in my early 20’s, he indulged in miso soup and tofu right along with me. His ‘concoctions’ as my mother called them, were carrot and beet juice and protein powder. When he died, I inherited a whole bunch of nutritional supplements that inhabited the kitchen cabinet.

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I used to love to ‘walk him to bed’ when I was little by standing on his feet. I also had a blast playing with what I called his ‘rip shoes'; which were velcro strapped and made a ripping sound when I pulled them.  They were precursors to today’s sneakers. It didn’t take much to entertain me:) I loved being his helper in the garden, ‘digging to China'; and cleaning the garage, which really amounted to moving the junk from one side to the other, with things rarely being tossed. As a child of the Depression, he saved everything, because “you never know when you might need it.”  Baby food jars of nails and screws lined shelves and boxes of who knows what were stacked on the floor. When I was tall enough, he would hand boxes to me from the ladder leading up to the attic. In them were the ‘good china’ that we would use for Passover. I now have them here with me, after bringing them up from their condo which was just sold this past April since my mom joined him the day after Thanksgiving; precious remnants of my childhood.   

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What I admire most about him was the passionate and intense love he shared with my mother; writing daily love note, singing to her and dancing in the kitchen. Seeing them holding hands and ‘smooching’  throughout my childhood offered a sense of security. To him she was “the most beautiful girl in the world.” I am certain that they are celebrating that love in the afterlife.

Sharing this beautiful song by Barbra Streisand from the movie Yentl in honor of my father and all the fathers whether in Heaven or here on Earth.

http://youtu.be/QwCPAo5e_F8

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Hmmmm

 

                                                                                    

Mental meanderings and musings this evening. There are times when I compose the Bliss Blog a week in advance and then there are occasions, like this morning, when in the midst of  what felt like spacy twilight zone mode, I couldn’t think of a theme about which to write.   Wondered if it was the atmospheric conditions, in the form of full-moon -eclipse- summer -solstice but I couldn’t seem to get my brain in gear. Had felt like it was in a padded quilt with no wiggle room, snugly enwrapped. I wouldn’t call it writer’s block; more like sensory overload, full mental hard drive. Needing to delete some cerebral programs. A few years ago, a friend described it as “defragmenting…this could take awhile.”  I have come to accept that my mind is a repository for all manner of flotsam and jetsam that happen to drift on by at will. Full time job, a bunch of consulting jobs,  putting finishing touches on my book, ‘normal life stuff’ such as housecleaning, grocery shopping, lawn mowing, doing the laundry, paying bills, socializing, ‘playing out’ at the gym have contributed to the more frequent ‘wise woman moments’ (the idea that as we get older we get wiser) during which my heretofore sharp as a tack mind, has lost a few points. Add to this mix menopausal sleep disruption and that has made for word finding difficulties. More often than not I ‘channel’ rather than plan what I am going to say; which leads to spontaneity, and sometimes inability to repeat what it is I have just said, when folks have asked me to do so.

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Back to my morning experience. I am in the car on the way to my day job as a social worker in a psychiatric hospital and am again asking what it is I want to share with you today. I had a flash of an experience a few years back when hearing Gay Hendricks speak about a method he uses to problem solve. He says (and this is an important component) “Hmmmm…I wonder if…” or “Hmmm…I wonder how…” and goes on to fill in the blank. So I used that technique myself and then a moment later, laughed out loud at the Universe’s immediate response.  A car had pulled in front of me with the license plate HMM 5026. Am I tuned in, or what? So I decided right then and there to honor the power of the Hmmmm….that delighted a(musing) sound we make when in curiousity mode. What if I entered into my day with an open hand, heart and mind rather than a predetermined idea of how it ‘should’ unfold?

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I went throughout the next 12 hours with a sense of wonder. Instead of getting angry or frustrated when things didn’t play out ‘my way’, I went with the flow and let the river of life carry me. Know that I am not always so accepting of what is. Sometimes chaos takes over. I much prefer zen mode.

David Wilcox has written a perfect song to respond to my dilemma.  Hearing it in my head made room for something productive to issue forth.

Empty Out The Inside of My Head

David Wilcox from What You Whispered 2000

I got such a mess between my ears
like dishes in the sink
stuff I don’t believe just tumbles in till I don’t have room to think
all my failures are on display
broken dreams of yesterday
stuff I should have thrown away, but I’ve kept it here instead.

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Chorus:
I gotta empty out the inside of my head
I gotta empty out the inside
I gotta empty out the inside of my head

This could be a room with such a view
but its covered up with junk
Blocking out the place the light gets through so it keeps me in this funk
these dark clouds are stored away, just in case of a sunny day.
I could stand in the pouring rain with every tear that I’ve ever shed.

Chorus:
I gotta empty out the inside of my head
empty out the inside of my head
I gotta empty out the inside
help me empty out the inside of my head

I’d like to turn this place into my home
instead of some place that I dread
cause its the only room thats mine alone
and I’ll live here till I’m dead
I’ll sort through what I have found
stuff that works I’ll keep around
but I can’t live weighted down with every cruel old word they said

I gotta empty out the inside of my head x3
I gotta empty out the inside x3
I gotta empty out the inside of my head
help me empty out this inside of my head
etc…

http://youtu.be/Hcwb7Szxkm8

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Evolution

                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                  
A Renaissance Man, Daved Beck sees himself as an Intuitive Life Coach/ Choreographer/Dance Instructor/Published Author/ Radio Show Host…a true Renaissance Man whose enthusiasm and passion for life is contageous.
 
How do you live your bliss?
 
 
How I live my Bliss is really being in this moment by showing up in what is presented. Showing up in love through the GIFT! The gift of you, the gift of them, the gift of I…. the gifts in and of the Universe.
 
I get to embrace this gift; the bliss in which I feel is excitement for it is in this Experience of co-creating Vision that is Open to all. A vision co-created in the action of ACCEPTANCE of Love in accepting of self (myself) and another (yourself, he and she) Uniting in this Time. The times co-created through the YESES from Acceptance of the GIFTS of Inspiration….. in the Opportunity of Now.
 
How I live my bliss is really in the being of love in the next level of evolution. Love of what I do, Love of what I am, Love of where I am, Love of the GIFT I am and Love for experience the GIFTS to come. Be coming what it is I wish to create, Being love is my bliss.
  
 
You overcame an abusive childhood; how did you learn that your history is not your destiny?
 
I continue to learn that my history is not my destiny as I choose to embrace myself and everyone as a GIFT in this world.
 
Growing up I was taught and carried with me on my journey that One was less than, lower and not equal to another. I was taught that the world was against One because One was worthless for One was not and could not be enough. I was also taught, “One did not want to be like them” and “One could never be like them.” I carried shame with me for the experiences I had in my past, for I was taught, “what one did, was shameful for it was not appropriate, it was wrong, and it was not proper,”
 
I carried with me blame for “not appropriate, wrong, and not proper,” I blamed One that were many….I blamed the inspirational teachers of my life and I blamed myself.
  
For the “child abuse” in which I over came I know on some level my past inspirational teachers believed they were loving me.
 
What an amazing Gift the (verbal, physical, mental, and sexual) experiences of my youth gave to me, for without these I would not recognize nor understand what the choice point and where my free will is….To take it on, to stay, or to move beyond it… It is inevitable that lack, blame and shame present themselves somewhere on our personal journey and somehow we carry these within our energy, somehow and somewhere in our lives we act in these energies. We are human who all have experienced “abuse” in some form.
 
When I am aware that I am in the energy of lack, blame, or shame I then choose to be accountable to my life intention….to be love. I choose to move beyond the lack, the blame, and the shame.
 
For me, my history did support me and continues to in the co-creation of my destiny for my history, though painful, is a GIFT.
 
As is yours and as is theirs!
 
I know the GIFT of pain and I know the GIFT of peace….I choose to be the GIFT of peace.
  
You say that we are gifts with gifts to share in the world. What gifts do you feel you bring to the ‘party’?
 
The Gift I bring is me!
Hahahahahaha yet seriously the gifts I bring to the party is the energy I choose to dance in. I choose to move with my intuition that is in the inspiration of this world for the breathe of life is all around.
 
I am able to piece experiences of One’s life in order to support the releasing of fear and pain to transform into love. I embrace the Gift of recognizing One’s teaching and learnings of fear which then present One with an opportunity of choice.
 
Choice to Forgive and let go of pain by embracing the GIFT of love, everyone is a gift of love.
I utilize the human and spiritual gifts/”tools” the Vessels that I work with in my personal life are angel/tarot/oracle cards, runes, crystals and stones, books, quotes and my own personal experiences.
 
I do this by embracing the GIFTS of listening, seeing, and feeling. Being and connecting in the Energies that are present and available for all. Energy, Vision, Openness, Love, Unity, Time, Inspiration, and Newness is available for all!
  
How can we evolve beyond our preconceived notions of who we are and what we are capable of doing?
 
We can evolve beyond our preconceived notions by personally becoming clear on how we judge another is how we judge ourselves. We can be willing to shift into love, love of self and love of another by defining what love is. We can commit to love by being accountable to ourselves by showing up in the GIFT of self in the gift of LOVE through what love is.
You are Love! He is Love! She is Love! They are Love! I Am Love
Define Love and Be Love
Be in the Energy of love, be in the Vision of love, be in the Openness of love, be in the Letting of love, be in the Unity of love, be in the Tenderness of love, be in the Inspiration of love……be love Now in the next level of EVOLUTION.
 
Who or what inspires you when things feel challenging?
 
Who inspires me when I feel challenged are the experiences of One who creates and manifests Ones dreams and desires.
What inspires me is the energy of love that manifests in Ones dreams.
The One who shows up in what it is they love.
The One who does what they love to do.
The One who speaks of what it is they love is One who embraces passion.
The One who accepts themselves!
The One who acknowledges themselves!
The One who is grateful!
What inspires me is the acknowledgement and sharing of these experiences!
The past inspires me! The future inspires me! And the present…..this GIFT inspires me most importantly because I am living what I dreamed of right now in these moments and I appreciate and am grateful for this life in which I co-create.
  
Please describe ENTL Dance.
In 2002, Evolution the Next Level began as a vessel for me to express myself creatively through the forms of dance, music, poetry, and art. I have choreographed, directed, produced, even dancing in my own concerts, I as well embraced many opportunities through ETNL Dance of doing this for friends, and affiliates very own concerts. In 2006 after receiving my coaching certification ETNL evolved into my coaching practice for it is my knowingness we are ALL dancers, singers, choreographers, writers, and poets. We are the producers of our life.
 
What does it mean to live fearlessly?
 
As I learned for myself in the process of receiving my certification from The Fearless Living Institute, to live fearlessly for me is to dance from, in, and with my wholeness and my essential nature. By being accountable to self and for self, I stand in personal integrity. For me to live fearlessly it is about not rejecting myself not rejecting the song of my heart for I am significant in this world in the creation of my life.
             
You had a book entered in The Next Top Spiritual Author Contest last year. What was the experience like for you?
I did not move beyond round one of the contest however, the experience was exciting and affirming in so many ways.
 
The contest presented an opportunity to show up in my skills/my GIFTS and play through the creation of a video of my work and I was blessed to connect with so many people.
 
I acknowledge and affirm my book; my creation was not ready to move beyond round one because I was not ready to move beyond round one due to my own personal fears of lack (not good enough), blame, and shame went mush deeper than I realized. However, what an amazing GIFT of healing the contest presented during the process of writing my book.
  
What vision do you have for your work?
 
The vision I have for my work is manifesting in these moments for I am writing, allowing, and bringing  forth what is to come in the next level of evolution. My vision is for the One who is embracing this vision (this writing) in the openness of loving this is uniting (you & I) in this time of inspired opportunity happening in the now in life.
You are One!  He is One! She is One! I Am One!
Together we uniquely co-create One.
  
One world that is a GIFT in which all GIFTS live in love, uniting through ACCEPTING in the YES of being love.
 
It all begins, transforms, shifts, and manifests through One.
 
– Daved Beck www.evolutionthenextlevel.com

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God and Dog

                                                       

                                                                 Last weekend, after attending a workshop at Yogaphoria, which is one of my favorite yoga studios in one of my favorite towns on the planet..riverside, artsy, colorful New Hope, PA, I decided to meander through the streets, basking in the late Spring warmth.  I found myself engaged in people watching from the porch of Starbucks. While I was sipping my iced chai latte, I was entertaining myself with imagined stories about the passersby and what their lives were like. 

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One family drew my attention as they were crossing the street.  They were a 30 something couple and their four legged companion who looked for all the world like a miniature pony. Black and white coloration marked the body of this Great Dane who calmly loped along next to his people. I smiled and wondered how much this critter ate.

As I headed back to my car, sitting on a bench were this couple who introduced themselves to me as Mark and Maxine from Hamilton. NJ and their furry child as Brando; who she described as a Harlequin for his unusual coloration.  She cautioned that he might try to sip from the straw extended from my cup.  The perfect gentleman, he didn’t even attempt to do so, but did offer me a slurpy kiss on the cheek. His head coming up to my waist; this 150 pound , one and a half year old canine who came to them at 12 weeks is blessedly almost fully grown. Gentle as can be, he greeted adults and children alike as they walked by, offering himself to be petted and acknowleged. He put his huge front paws on the railing of a small overpass bridge as he watched  a much smaller dog walk by below. Not a growl was emitted, but the other dog was attempting to take his or her place as the alpha, acting all ferocious from its safe place yards away.  Although he is not a therapy dog, according to Maxine, he likes to visit a nursing home where the residents are pleased to see their furry friend.

In honor of Brando, I share this song with you, since his loving presence is quite like that of my impression of The Divine.

God and Dog by Wendy Francisco http://youtu.be/H17edn_RZoY

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