~ Okay, I know this may seem a little hard to believe. Trust me, I was quite startled myself, but it happened again. I signed up to compete in the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon up in San Francisco last May. The challenge for me was the swim. I’ve never really swam before, other than playing in pools growing up. So the thought of swimming from Alcatraz in the freezing shark infested waters, across the raging current to the mainland was a little…shall we say…unnerving. But after a little training, and three prior ocean swims, I set out to conquer this challenge. Well, in the hotel room the night before, I took off this ribbon (covering the pillows to label which ones are soft, and which are firm) and dropped it on the floor. When I looked down, to my surprise, it formed this heart. Needless to say, I felt in good hands. In harmony with my surroundings, and in an ideal vibe for the following day. And what a day it was. The swim was my best event of the three. Go figure…
Archive for January, 2011
~ I’ve always been curious about random shoes, socks, or anything that I assume someone would notice if it suddenly went missing on the street. How does one lose such things? Laundry day? Moving? A fight between lovers where one threw out the clothes of the other? I’m not quite sure, but I have to say I wish Seinfeld would have addressed the topic, because he always has a great outlook on such random circumstances. But regardless of the “how”, the “what” is there. And the “what” I see here is a mysteriously disordered sock, flattened into a heart.
“Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”
~ The Bible – Corinthians 13:4-8
~ It was exactly one year ago today that I saw this on my birthday get-away in Santa Barbara. I was strolling down the street with my girlfriend at the time, stress free, trying to decide where to go and “poof” there it was! It’s amazing what we notice when we’re open and present in what we are doing. At the risk of sounding a little cliché, there really is so much beauty in the world. Look at a baby and see that authentic expression of amazement in everything they see. How did we lose that? Somewhere along the way, we stopped looking at the world with inquisitive eyes. However, regardless of how old we are or what we’ve been through in life, we can train ourselves to find beauty, love, and intrigue where we no longer see it. Simply by taking time off from thinking, and observing the things around us. Slow down. Expand your awareness. Take it all in. You’ll be amazed by what you see. I must say, at 33 years of age, I am very grateful for the life I lead, and all of those around me. Thank you for making my life an everyday miracle!!
~ Okay, the display of love here is admirable. Just think, when was the last time you saw an illuminated heart in someone’s front yard, not surrounding the holidays? I saw this after coming from a typical “L.A” style pool party in Malibu, with girls, booze, and macho competitive behavior. I felt like my balance had been slightly shifted. Riding home on my Motorcycle that evening, I tried to reset my state of mind, and shift focus back on my priorities. Then poof, I turn the corner and came across this heart in the dark of night. Actually, it was really interesting because I’ve driven that road many times before over the past 4 years, and never once saw this before. Perhaps new owners, or just a triggered awareness. Either way, it worked for me.
~ We all know the saying; ”You are what you eat.” But I’d like to challenge the common thinking, and offer the possibility that “we eat what we are.” And by that I mean, the state of mind we’re in when eating. Much like the placebo effect, it’s a common belief among Buddhist, new age philosophers, and even Noetic scientists, that the state of mind which we are in when consuming food, affects us on a molecular level. So, ideally, we want to eat in a blissful calm state, free from stress and worry. Think about the times you’ve been upset, nervous, or just not in a good place. You can’t eat, can you? Your body automatically shuts down. It knows better, so why not learn from our bodies? Let’s take back possession of our thoughts, and eat with mindfulness and gratitude. It may take a little practice when we’re really in a rut, but it will happen. And when it does, you’ll feel the difference.
~ OK, I’m not quite sure what this is, but I’d like to think it’s a kind of sap, and not bug droppings or something of the sort. Mind you, to be honest I don’t really care. Anytime I see a heart on my motorcycle, I feel protected. I had washed my bike many times since, but made an effort to kept this spot dirty (or should I say, loving). I’m not really superstitious or anything, but this way every time I get on my bikes, I’m reminded of some sort of connection with the universe. In respecting all things as best can – living and otherwise – I feel like there’s is a mutual respect in return. As far-fetched and esoteric as it may sound, you would be surprised with what you’d experience if you open yourself to such possibilities. Change it up a bit and go hug a tree or something!
“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”
~ Albert Einstein
~ And finally, after spending three amazing heartfelt days with family members I had not seen in many years, I saw this heart chipped in the paint of the door frame, just before leaving. As if it were expressing my gratitude for sharing time with everyone, and creating great new memories. All the years I’ve spent away from home, on my adventures, world travels, and now living in Los Angeles, I rarely see the extended family. Although in my solitude, I’ve noticed one thing to be true beyond all others. When there is true genuine love, time is irrelevant.
Goodbye Pepe Joe!
~ As per my previous post, this one was in my eggs at breakfast the day I arrived in Memramcook, NB. A small town where my mother grew up with her 9 brothers and sisters, and where we spent magical summers with all the cousins, aunts, uncles, and local friends. Summers never to be forgotten.