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The Bliss Blog

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Happy Or Crappy

                                                                               

This morning before leaving for work, I received an email from the Go Gratitude folks.  They are focused on the idea whose time is always NOW, that having a grateful heart and mind can open doors to all manner of miracle and wonder. Today’s message highlighted a powerful concept that emerged from one of my alltime favorite books, called Stranger In A Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein. I intitially read it in college and likely have perused the pages 100’s of times since then. If you haven’t yet immersed yourself in the parable-like story of Valentine Michael Smith (a.k.a. The Man From Mars), I encourage you to do so.  He comes to Earth and teaches those who are willing to learn, about the inter-woven connection between all life through one word:  Grok. It has
become part of the human vernacular even as in the Martian language as explained in the book, the word literally means to ‘drink’. To ‘Grok’ is to ‘to understand so thoroughly that the observer becomes a part of the observed; to understand intuitively or by empathy; to become one with.’.
I like to think that we are all inter-woven and drink of each other’s essence each time we connect heart to heart with another. Today was filled with grokking opps.

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During a rather hectic, somewhat unsettling day at my job as a social worker in a psychiatric hospital, I had two heartening experiences. The first was in a family session with a patient and her devoted mother. Their bond was beautiful to witness despite their challenges. In the midst of the session, the mother said to her daughter, “You know that there is a always a choice to feel happy or crappy.”  I laughed and responded that I wished everyone knew that. There were would be far fewer divorces, illnesses, suicides and wars if we recognized that although we may have no conscious choice about circumstances, we certainly have the opportunity to decide how we feel about them.

The second event that brought a smile to my face, was when another patient and his wife with whom I had a couples counseling session yesterday, informed me that they felt they had gotten greater benefit from the hour and some we had spent together than in many sessions with their out patient counselor. One things I tell my patients is that I am kick ass therapist, who helps people laser into whatever it is that is in the way of their healing. This particular couple was ripe and ready to open their hearts to each other and commited to following through on the agreements they made in the session to be more fully present to each other and to ‘feed’ their marriage as steadily and lovingly as they do their relationship with their daughter. Just as they would never literally starve her, so too do they need to nourish their bond.

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As the morning message set the stage, I did find myself in grok mode, truly drinking deeply of the experiences as the day unfolded. On my way home, I had an urge to meander, without direction, trusting the AGS (Angelic Guidance System) to plan the course. As I felt the rush of summer breeze through the open Jeep windows, and watched the rustling leaves, I became aware of a certain sense of melancholy; missing my parents, wanting to communicate with them the lessons of the day. I hadn’t eaten dinner and asked to be drawn to just the right place. I passed by a few places that would have appealed to me before and thought “Not yet, don’t stop there.”, until I came to Moe’s Deli in Lafayette Hill, PA.  Of course!  My dad’s name was Morris and one of his nicknames was Moe. I walked through the door to an empty restaurant, since it was nearly 7:30 pm. I read the menu, laughing at some of the culturally Jewish humor scripted on it. One said “If you can’t say something nice, say it in Yiddish.”  In my family, it would have been more like “If you don’t want the kids to understand what you are saying, say it in Yiddish.” We were pretty savvy and could usually discern a few words; enough to get the gist of what they didn’t want us to know. I enjoyed a sandwich and a few sweet potato fries and then was on my way back home.  As I drove through the part of Philly known as Chestnut Hill, I passed another landmark that connected me to my father, a beautiful garden called The Morris Arboretum. I am still waiting for the third confirmation that he is around. Maybe in my dreams tonight.

I encourage you to explore the synchronicities that occur because you have invited them and the ways in which you grok them, drinking them in to the fullest, straw all the way down to the bottom of the celestial cup…sluuuuurrrpppp <3

www.gogratitude.com

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Elephant Wisdom

                                                              

This morning I received an email newsletter from my wise friend Veronica Drake and it contained an image of an elephant  and words that had me considering all of the ideas that go along with this massive, wrinkled being. She spoke about the concept of training baby elephants who live in captivity, to remain stationary. When they are very young, a sturdy rope (and sometimes a chain) is tied to their ankle. As they get older, something less substantial keeps them bound. Because they have been so conditioned to stay put, they never consider that with one slight pull of a gargantuan leg, they could break free of their bondage.    Is it any different with us?  When I think about the ingrained beliefs that have kept me constricted, restricted, fear-laden, hesitant, STUCK, I shake my head in wonder that all I really needed to do was recognize where my feet were planted and then take the next step. So here is my Elephant Guide To Enlightenment, for your entertainment and consideration:

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 1. It’s all about perspective. Remember the story of the 5 Blind Men and The Elephant?  Each one of them had a portion of the creature accessible to them, or at least thought that’s all they had. One touched the trunk and discerned that an elephant was a hose. Another held its tail and was sure that an elephant was a rope. A third touched the silky ears and stated definitively that an elephant was a fan. The next one wrapped his arms around a leg and swore that an elephant was a tree trunk and the fifth caressed it’s hide and just KNEW that an elephant was a wall.  The truth is, metaphorically speaking, it was all of those things and none of them.

2. Don’t work for peanuts. You and your creative abilities are worth more than a few meager crumbs in order to perform. (unless you REALLY like peanuts)

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3. Sound your magnificence mightily.  Have you ever heard an elephant toot its own horn?  Pretty earthshaking and attention getting. It really is ok to get the world to sit up and take notice of what you have to offer.

4. Consider the Hindu God Ganesha/Ganapataye, referred to as The Lord of Success and Remover of Obstacles  (child of Parvati and Shiva) whose elephant head rests atop a rotund body. He is the blending of spirit and corporeal.  Devotees repeat a chant to honor him .

Chanting, with reverence:

“Om gam ganapataye namaha!
  
A very loose translation might be:
Om = Salutations! Everyone wake up!
Gam = The secret power sound of Ganesh. It is his “seed syllable” or bija mantra.
Ganapataye = Another name of Ganesh, the breaker of obstacles.
Namaha = Yo! Ganesh! You da God!”

This came from the website  Indo Pagan Project  http://indopaganproject.tripod.com/id22.html                             

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5. Be like Babar. The Story of Babar by Jean de Brunhoff was written in 1931. It describes the tale of an elephant who leaves the jungle, dons clothes, learns about the world outside his familiar confines and returns to become king. He wisely advises his willing subjects and yet knows he can’t do it all himself, so he takes counsel from others that surround him as well. He is a beneficent ruler who admits his flaws as well. My first yoga book, believe it or not was Babar’s Yoga For Elephants. My friend Brian gave it to me when I began my practice. I laughed when I saw it and figured that if elephants could do asanas, so could I!

6.Overcome limiting beliefs like Dumbo.  As far as we know, elephants don’t fly….except when they do. Armed with his magic feather (which I particularly like as a symbol of transformation) which he really didn’t need, he just thought he did, this little guy was able to take off simply by flapping his wings and lightening his heart.

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7. Retain an elephant’s memory for the beautiful, loving, creative, beneficial experiences in your life. In the midst of daily activity, especially those times when I am tempted to complain about what’s wrong, I forget what’s right about any given situation. I can always, when reviewing past events that might have looked similar to what I am experiencing now, remember something that worked that I can bring forward into this present moment.

And enjoy the sounds of the Ganesh chant offered by Deva Premal http://youtu.be/_EaJNzzycIk

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Angelic Artist

 

I learned about Texas based artist Anthony Rivera after I saw a posting on facebook about this remarkable young man with a unique perspective on the world. I was blown away by the imagery that comes, not merely from paint splashed on canvas, but from miracle consciousness.  He paints to different kinds of music that is more than just a backdrop for his talent. I get the sense that Anthony hears music that most of us aren’t tuned into, just as he likely sees through different lenses and experiences life through transcendent filters. Diagnosed with autism, Anthony is art incarnate. I am certain that he will become famous, beyond the Lonestar State.

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This interview was a collaborative effort since Anthony is not able to type the answers to the questions I asked. His loving and devoted mother Diana Rivera posed them and his profoundly simple responses touched me deeply. Before she sent the answers, she offered background on how she and Anthony bonded and how he became the extraordinary young man that he is.

“I have to give you some background about Anthony so you can understand him better. He was almost not born because I have RH negative blood, my blood was like poison to him. In order to keep from losing him , I had to get weekly injections of antibodies so he could survive. The doctors wanted me to have an abortion because they said that IF he survived to full term, he would surely be deformed or brain damaged. I got pregnant in Germany, (my husband was in the Army), fortunately abortions were illegal at that time and by the time they were able to ship me back to the states I was way past my first trimester. He was born a month early, they could not get him to breathe. I saw them take away a blue baby. They managed to revive him and had to remove all his blood and transfuse him with new blood. The only physical deformity he was born with were two of his little toes were webbed. At six months, he got double pneumonia and 105 degree fever that lasted a week. I was told that his brain had literally been cooked and that he would be a vegetable and he would never walk or talk. A month later, his father came home from the Viet Nam war. He was on drugs or something when he came home late one night, Anthony wouldn’t stop crying because he had a fever again. His father grabbed him from my arms and threw him, he landed on the couch, had he landed on the floor he would have killed him. He kept trying to get to him but I would not let him. I managed somehow to put Anthony in a laundry basket and hid him in a closet. I pushed a dresser drawer in front of the door so his father could not get to him. He beat me for the rest of the night until he got tired and fell asleep. I was able to get to the phone to call the police right before he woke up. He broke my nose, several ribs, there was not a single inch of my body that was not bruised but I saved my baby’s life. We were taken to the hospital where I was told that my baby would not survive the night, I dropped to my knees and asked God to spare him and promised Him I would spend the rest of my life taking care of him. During the night his doctor came to me with some papers for me to sign. The doctor said I was too young(18) poor and uneducated with no marketable skills and that the best thing for ME was to give my son to the state. I refused. Anthony survived that and many other obstacles to get to where he is today. Together, we went on to get my GED, get a college diploma and a law degree. So you see, he is truly a walking, sort of talking miracle! He says he sees and talks to angels and that he can fly. I do not doubt that he can. He is pure love and joy.”

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 I had asked how he lives his bliss:

“He doesn’t understand conceptually what bliss is, he just stared at me with his puppy dog eyes. He is in a constant state bliss.
 

I asked about his remarkable artistic abilities:

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“I always like to paint, my momma took me to STC 3 years ago. I love to paint.”

What brings you joy?

“My music and my angels.”

What is your favorite music?

“All kinds (we are listening to Willie Nelson as I write this) ACDC, Willie Nelson, Elvis, Andrea Bocelli, Sarah Mclachlan the Beatles, the Eagles, Chicago, all Oldies, Frank Sinatra, BB King. He has over a thousand CDs, most are as old as when they started making CDs.”

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Anything else you want to share?

“I love fishing and shopping and Red Lobster and my momma.”

Watch this amazing video of Anthony’s beauty and wonder

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http://youtu.be/AdtIGIk-QaY

He welcomes connection on facebook as well under: Antony Rivera artist and his mother is Diana Rivera.  Please friend both of them if his work interests you. To see more of Anthony’s creations, go to:  www.anthonyriveragallery.com 

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Savor This Experience

                                                                       

Today’s Bliss Blog entry was inspired by a piece written by Cynthia Greenfield of Asheville, North Carolina. It jumped out at me from the pages of her husband Blaine’s newsletter called Blaine’s World. Full of all kinds of newsy pieces collected from his world wide community of friends, as well as sundry and assorted jokes, reviews of movies and shows they have seen, it is a welcome addition to my mail box when it lands.

This is what Cynthia observed: 

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“My friend came home from work and found her 30-year-old son dead from a heart attack. And I thought not did she say I love you before he died. Nor if she performed actions that showed him that she loved him.

I thought: Did she feel him? Did she taste him . . . his essence? And be ever so grateful for the opportunity to birth this imperfect human being?

Did he swell her heart? Was she filled with overflowing gratitude for having the opportunity to have a child (something not all of us have the opportunity to do)?

Maybe even did she feel/experience all of it . . . even the dis-satisfactions, sadness and disappointments that are a part of it all? Just feel them. Get comfort for them.

I am looking for that . . .

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The taste of life. The taste of ice-cream–the sweetness, the cold, the feeling in my mouth, different parts of my mouth, the feeling going down my throat. The thrill of it, the comfort of  it, the experience of it, the nourishment of it.

All of it.

All of life.

Let us all feel, savor, taste our food. Our life. Let’s experience it all.

As we do, we will be at our perfect weight and more importantly, we will really enjoy the journey. It is an amazing journey, don’t you think?”

 Reprinted with the gracious permission of Cynthia from a piece she wrote for participants in her “Thin Within” class

As I read this, I was amazed at the synchronicities of my own life. I am grateful that my own son is very much alive, even as he and I have butted heads at times and our world views are not always in synch. I do live full out, holding nothing back, savoring life itself. It is part of my mindfulness practice as I do my best to experience life in the moment.

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Yesterday,  I was sighing with contentment, as  I was leaning back in a chair on the deck of my friends Barb and Glenn. We were celebrating the high school graduation of their oldest; Alex. He will be off to Ohio State in the Fall, studying engineering. Having enjoyed the yummy food selections, savoring each bite and not rushing through it, I found myself gazing skyward at the feather-cloud dabbled cerulean canvas hovering about swaying in the breeze trees that had their own song to sing.  I sighed and realized how little time I take to be in that moment to moment consiousness. Busy-buzzy with life and the details that it takes to accomplish the tasks of each day. More mindful than ever, paradoxically, as I slow my pace to appreciate each precious moment and the people, animals, plant and mineral beings that enter my awareness, I get more done. As my mother used to say :”The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.”

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This morning as I was on the elliptical at the gym, I felt present instant awareness of the muscle movement, the sweat pouring down, the heart-beat-drum-beat, the blood flowing, the rapid paced breathing, the stretching of tendons, the glow of heat rushing through me, the sense of satisfaction that I have developed the discipline to ‘sweat my prayers’  4-6 times a week.

Later today, I had an additional blessing of being invited to celebrate the opening of my friend Kayla Finlay’s center called Spirit River Retreat in Washington Crossing, PA.   Kayla is a healer who differentiates between healing and curing and knows that the life force energy that flows through us can make a huge difference between living a mundane life and embracing the fullness of each day. She lives immersed in that savored moment to moment energy. So too, I sense, did the others who gathered in her living room, kitchen and yard. I enjoyed sprawling on the deck with 3 year old Faith and blowing bubbles and drawing chalk art images. I relished singing and dancing along with New York based jazz guitarist Adam Rafferty whose selections ranged from Michael Jackson to Stevie Wonder, from  and Bonnie Raitt. Nothing like a living room concert. I gazed around the space in the presence of people I have known for 20 some years and others I  encountered for the first time today and felt delight spill over as I sighed. Another instant to savor and snapshot for posterity.

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My songbird friend Deva Troy graced us with her original pieces including one called Raging Hormones that those of us who are in peri or full blown menopause can understand first hand as we laughed in recognition. Her final song was one that encouraged us to take those leaps of faith that we are called to, despite fear and hesitation. She is in the process of creating her debut CD which those of us who know and love her have encouraged her to record for ever so long.

On the way home, I pointed out the exquisite sunset to my friend Ondreah and we appreciated the magnificent feather combed strands dipped in scarlet and white and varying shades of blue. I breathed in the fresh air that entered the open Jeep windows. A full, rich weekend well lived and savored for a long time to come, just like a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone slowly enjoyed with a bit dripping down my chin.

Here is one of Adam’s pieces; a cover of Michael Jackson’s Man In the Mirror http://youtu.be/1pRrZCWNIiE

www.adamrafferty.com

www.kaylafinlay.com

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