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hollywood, northwest part of los angeles, ca

I saw only bits of the Emmys. Emi and I were in Philadelphia this weekend. We stayed at Alexander Inn B&B at 301 S. 12th Street, phone number: 215-923-3535, and on Sunday evening Emi tuned in to the Emmys for a short time. It’s part of Emi’s world. However, in my world, these thoughts surfaced: no other area exists anywhere in the world where a whole lot of people are so intent on keeping themselves in the limelight, patting themselves on the back, giving themselves awards, taking themselves so seriously, and doing whatever it takes, whether real or unreal, to keep themselves entrenched in the minds of the viewers.

Hollywood – US film industry – it’s all so fascinating to watch.

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yes, autumn-then there’s winter

It seems summer has slipped quietly away and autumn has suddenly appeared. It feels different; it is different. What’s amazing is, just like that, we’re into another season and all that it brings. We seem caught off guard. Some of us are still wearing summer clothes refusing to believe that cold weather has approached. And the ones who dislike cold, even the thought of it, have already taken out dark-colored clothes and warm jackets. (They say cinnamon is great for a circulation boost). Autumn and winter feel colder if we don’t welcome it because thoughts of cold will be the dominant mood. So, let’s have fun and enjoy what’s coming because we can’t do anything about it unless we move to the tropics. What a thought!

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britney

Everywhere on newstands, there are all these reminders to think-Britney. Britney, Britney. I’m not saying this in any jealous rage. Far from it. She’s a human being, not a caged animal. How can anyone live life when just about every action undertaken is monitored by many? The energy that comes at her on a daily basis can drive someone nuts. She’s young; she hasn’t had a chance to mature, to learn things that the music industry is incapable of giving her. Why not give her a break and allow her a chance to “find herself”? She’s grown up in a frenzy of media attention, and her nerves have got to be a little shattered by now.

And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

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suicide

People commit suicide believing that they haven’t the ability to continue on in this lifetime, and many people are affected. Family and friends of those who die under normal circumstances eventually heal. In death by suicide, the healing takes longer, there’s always a nagging suspicion that it could/should have been avoided if. . . . In years gone by, I felt sorry for everyone involved. However, in the ensuing years, I’ve learned that sorry is not the feeling to express, that Life is much bigger than anything we can imagine, that we all have our own path, and that there’s a thin veil between life and death. What’s interesting is that we tend to see suicide as being quick. When you think about it, however, there’s a slow form of suicide taking place every day and it’s not quick. The slow form of suicide is, “The destruction or ruin of one’s own interests”, as noted in dictionary.com, and it happens on a daily basis.

Many times we’re caught up in this “destruction or ruin of one’s own interests” taking place right where we are. For instance, when traveling we often spend time waiting at airports. There are people who find waiting extremely difficult and tend to make it diffcult for others sharing the same space. Someone gets terribly angry over a minor incident, and everyone around them is disturbed. Someone else says, “I’m going to drown my problems at the bar, and later returns sloshed. You see a child behaving badly, and the parents seem to not have a clue as to what to do, and so they do nothing. On it goes.

And then, in the midst of all this, and in sharp contrast, you see a man or woman sitting quietly, simply attending to the moment. Or you observe a teenager listening to music, tapping her/his feet to the beat. And there’s a well-dressed man reading a paper and pointing to an article for his wife to enjoy. And things feel calmer.

The books I read say that life can be wonderful, not a struggle. The longer I live the more I’m inclined to believe it, and to feel that if we would just spend enough quiet time alone, giving the same attention to the within as we do to the without, we would come to a bigger understanding about Life, and eventually come to understand and appreciate ourselves, others, and the world.

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imagine that

“There is nobody else like you. The more you can quiet your own thoughts, fears, doubts and suspicions, the more will be revealed to you from the highest realms of imagination, intuition, and inspiration.”
-Kenneth Wydro, American Lecturer

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lol

Some statements that manage to find their way onto the printed page are so funny you simply have to roll over laughing. For instance: “What your underwear says about you.” Please feel free to think that it says nothing, statement maker. Leave us and our underwear alone. Sometimes we choose this style and color; sometimes we choose that style and color. Can’t it be that simple? Don’t waste your time reading any more into it than that. It sometimes seems all so comical.

“First born kids make better CEOs?”- “Older Children than average had a slightly higher IQ than their siblings.” Birth order – it is what it is. Older children, middle children, younger children can all contribute nicely to the whole scheme of things. Why is so much time spent researching this? Have some researchers run out of things to do in the world? Some CEOs have done a splendid job of running a company into the ground. Maybe before any questions are asked about how and why they managed that, we might want to first address the all-important question of birth order – if it’s that important.

I suppose that what’s on my mind is this: In our world aren’t there many other kinds of questions that need answering?

“What kind of nursing home do you want to live in when you’re old?” Some statement makers make it seem as though we naturally head for a nursing home when we’re old. It puts a kink in the process of aging by insinuating the last stop is a nursing home. For some, yes; for others, no. Old and nursing home don’t have to go hand-in-hand. Christiane Northrup once said: “Happy, healthy, dead.” That sounds good to me.

Let’s wait and see, and in the meantime, prepare to live a happy and healthy full life. Oh yes!

What a lovely day; let’s all enjoy. And remember there are those times when you just have to roll over laughing.

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I am under no laws but God’s. – A Course In Miracles

Be your own lamp, he said. Seek no other refuge than yourselves. Let truth be your light. – the Buddha  (from The Story of India, a movie)

 

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for an unspecified period of time

There’s a book written by Byron Katie, A THOUSAND NAMES FOR JOY. The book is easy to read. It reminds me somewhat of Eckhart Tolle’s book, THE POWER OF NOW, in that both books stress that pain and suffering are caused by our thoughts. Sometimes you just have to spend time with books that don’t assault the senses, and are a pleasure to read.
www.thework.com www.eckharttolle.com

I experienced a flash after reading a passage from A THOUSAND NAMES FOR JOY. It was this: all books, newspapers, magazines, televisions, radios, computers, and telephones-even paper, pencils, pens-were wiped away, as in, gone, (for an unspecified period of time). Now it’s up to us human beings to come to a greater understanding about Life.

Yes, all these things are gone and are replaced with a gift of time-time to understand Life within and without. And something becomes available to us. Us! Yes, we become authentically available to ourselves and then to others. In this flash of mine, we’re able to tap into parts of ourselves we never knew existed because we previously depended too much on information coming at us full speed 24/7.

And the information age returned, but not in the same way ever again because people discovered incredible things about themselves, and they began living their own authentic way instead of ways dictated by others.

Well, perhaps in lieu of the disappearance of the information age, some of us can strap on a backpack, find a feel-good place in the world, and for an unspecified period of time, begin to uncover parts of ourselves waiting and wanting to be revealed. If not that, than we can find a place within ourselves.

Imagine what could happen, what would happen.