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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Bitch Goddess

I had my voice lesson last night, and there's always an hour or so between my lesson and when I get off work. During this hour I like to walk around the city and just enjoy everything. There was a poster on a bus stop for a new tv show out called In Dog We Trust or someting like that. It got me thinking about how things are fed to humanity backwards, as Stuie suggests (and which makes sense). Dog, of course, is God backwards. The cliche for Dog is man's best friend. I think that fits God pretty perfectly, too. But the most interesting thng which came at me in a flash was bitch. Which of course is a female dog. Goddess backwards. And how it's an insult in vernacular language, to call someone that. Degrading, derrogatory. It's just an interesting observation about the whole yang imbalance and how it reflects in our language. Very much in the same vein as Witch.

In certain rather violent street cultures the word bitch is routinely used to refer to a woman. This degradation of women- of the feminine- look at the violence and hate that emerges without Her soft touch.

Bendy Straws

Because Daya is a toddler she is constantly in awe and wonder at eveything in the world. Her latest New Thing is juice boxes. And straws.

I'm quite glad abut the juice box thing- they are so easy to travel with.

This morning she howled for a while...I think...because she wanted her toothbrush and I have no idea where it is. She's such a perfect angel around oher people, and I get most of the yelling and tantrums.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Peace

Today in the news one of the top headlines is Cindy Sheehan's withdrawal from the peace movement. In the article in CNN it is mentioned that she camped outside Bush's ranch in Crawford TX, and he ignored her. That's sad. How much effort would it have been for him to take 2 seconds and just acknowledge her and express sympathy for her loss? In other words, to be a human for about 30 seconds. Compassion.

Compassion should be a requirement in leadership. But I'm not writing to speak about politics; I digress.

Dr. Wayne Dyer has a fabulous quote about peace: "Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity."

One day maybe we'll get there as a species. In the meantime, I'll work on maintaining peace and calm in my own tiny corner of existence.

Friday, May 25, 2007

The Stinky Ghost

I think there was a ghost in my apartment last night. I think it followed me home from the subway. I don't know much of anything about ghosts, as I've only seen one once. But I think I had one.

On the subway coming home the car smelled bad. No suprise. Normal. But then I walked into my apartment and...well, nothing in my apartment smells like THAT. It smelled like a sweaty person who drank too much beer. And it moved around.

I talked to it, told it that if it had negative intent it had to leave. And it had to tell me what it wanted. I told it that it couldn't loiter. Unfortunately I said that last bit out loud in the hallway, facing into my apartment, on the way to pick up Daya. I didn't realize the neighbor was in the hallway.

Oops.

So, Stinky hung around all evening annoying me with its smell. Right before I went to bed I told it that it had to leave becasue I just couldn't take the smell and I'm not a medium, so please go find one.

This morning the smell was completely gone.

Powerful Intention

Remember my elephant neighbors?

My intention to stop the noise with a positive outcome worked.

There is a 2 bedroom next door to me. The people who lived there got a house and it's a really good living situation for them and their kids. So, my noisy neighbors are taking that apartment and will no longer be living above me. And everyone is happy.

:)

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Tuning In

It's now the third day after my conference in Las Vegas. I'll write about it in bits and pieces. I'm feeling a difference- more in touch, less cloudy. I'm still having some sort of issue with my heart chakra, but I suppose that'll resolve itself in due time as well.

Anyhow. It seems I have finally gotten to the source of my agitation at work. I've absorbed too much of someone else's tension. My very nice co-worker who sits directly next to me, facing me. I dislike the setup at work; it's too open and close-quarters for my comfort. But I've been wondering why I've been so irritable, especially towards a certain person, when they've done nothing wrong and certainly don't deserve such a response from me. They do face me, and they do throw a lot of energy (unknowingly). They are tense often, very full of mental activity, and they project it. Unfortunately, my placement puts me directly in the line of fire.

On Monday, thankfully, I was able to work in isolation- a good thing because I was still so open from the weekend. I did some cleansing, and actually shielded for the first time in years. It worked tremendously. I felt the difference today, when I had to be at my desk all day.

On a totally different note, my home needs more light. I'm getting the message loud and clear to fix it, and how. My apartment, while a nice space, does not have good light or air flow. I'm working on it.

Back

I've been gone for a long time, I know. I was feeling in a bit of a funk for a while and just didn't feel like writing...then I got super busy at work and went to Vegas to see Stuart Wilde. Great trip. I'm still tired though. A nap wouldn't be out of place right now.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Stuff of Thursday

1. I have 12 projects in my queue at work. TWELVE. (Well, you might ask, shouldnt't you be doing them instead of blogging? You're absolutely right.)

2. HAPPY. I have found a way to stop Daya from getting vaccinations and still be legal. Vaccines are, IMHO, bad bad bad. Here is some excellent vaccine awareness info.

3. Flash bugs: I do not like them. Dear Adobe, please make sure your released software actually works properly. Love and kisses, J

4. I had a birthday party for my friend last night and I went to sleep AND to work without cleaning my kitchen, which is a veritable mess. Who am I kidding, I don't actually care. Except my floors, I'm a little tiny bit fixated on clean floors lately.

5. I'm not upset with my friend who stayed over anymore, and I've decided to let the issue go and not even mention it to her. Because really, I do value the friendship.

6. For Mother's Day I am treating mself and going to the opera. Carmen. In the Bronx. My old neighborhood. Should be weird. Will be a great time.

7. Corporate mergers. Again.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Sanctuary

A Little Bit of Weird

I always keep a pink seven day candle burning. Constantly. It's been going for six months straight now. They usually burn out in 5 days, not seven. They burn clean, and leave the glass clean.

Last wednesday afternoon I changed the candle. That evening my guest came to stay. The candle burned out in exactly three days: from Wednesday afternoon until Saturday afternoon, a few hours after she left.

It turned black. Really, really black. It left a mark on my wall.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Sore

I am going to try and make this a really short post.

Last week I hosted a friend and her daughter, who is a month older than Daya, for three days. She is a nice person and we got along well, as far as I can tell. It was a very nice time but I am left feeling hurt and sore. I know I did my best to be a good hostess. I provided everything from my own bed to diapers to toddler snacks, I cooked a nice dinner one night and breakfast for three mornings... I took her around the city; I checked in with her often to make sure all was well. I don't mind, as I want people to be comfortable in my home. She never lifted a finger or offered to help with anything around the house. I find that borderline as guest etiquette, but I can get past it.

What I cannot get past is that she came, stayed in my home for three days, and left without ever saying a single word of thank you.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Park Ave Tulips

These flowers are on Park Ave near 86th street.




This funky tree is in Central Park. I love it.