Random Blogging

Easter 2011

Day before Good Friday, and my Christmas tree lights just blew out, so I put the Christmas tree in the closet and bought  a replacement.

resurrection of the easter tree

There’s something about little sparkling white lights that makes me happy. Maybe it’s because I’m a warm weather person and have spent so few winters in the north. So, for me, little white lights makes me think of snowflakes, or something like that. Anyway, I really did just take my christmas tree down.

orange moon

I was driving back from Vero, and knew I couldn’t catch up to my friends who went to watch the moon rise over the ocean. Had to be satisfied with what I saw off of I95.

So, here she is. My rendition. And it doesn’t do her justice. A succulent orange, she appeared good enough to eat… and a nice big portion, too.

End of Road at Cracker Trail Ride 2011

I remember being called a Florida Cracker because I was born in Miami. Didn’t think much more of the term until I wrote horse stories for The Palm Beach Post and learned about the ranches in the middle of the state that raised cattle, and actually went to a round up at Miss Ida’s in Indiantown.

A Florida Cracker was a cowman who cracked a long whip to herd up the cattle.

There are Cracker horses and cattle, animals that acclimated to wet soggy swampland — that kind of environment isn’t good for animals with hooves, but these horses and cows did just fine here.

I also found out that we have Cracker roses (Florida is not known for that flower) — a little straggelly, but a rose is a rose is a rose.

For more photos, go to my christine davis site and my vacation site.

Street Painting Festival 2011

I love this fair. And, since I live less than a block away, I can walk down and follow its progression. Wish Lake Worth did more of this kind of thing. The only festival I have loved better was the Luggage fair in San Francisco, an unbelievable conglomeration of street performers and acrobats who were walking up and down the sides of buildings…

Anyway, I digress. Here are photos from this year’s Lake Worth festival. (and for more, go to my christine davis site.

in the eye of the beholder

strange experience this morning. an aha moment. sitting on the back steps, looking out into the gardens, and the garage area behind, partially hidden by trees and bushes.

to see or not to see

Nick was to come and mow the back. but he didn’t come, and i wasn’t expecting him, since I had just gotten off the phone with him.

and yet…

in the shadows, in the spaces between leaf and limb, i could make out the shape of his car next to the garage. i knew it was not there, but, alas, i could glimpse it quite clearly in a hazy sort of way.

it was so real, i got up and walked into the yard, closer to where the phantom car sat. and sure enough, it wasn’t there.

double knowledge, so to speak, and yet when i sat down again and peered out, i could still make out his car.

i don’t have an answer for this, but it gave me a clear perception that we see exactly what we want to see, making it up, even if it isn’t there at all.

now, what do i do with that new insight?

Quick

What is the most fun thing you’ve ever done?

That’s a hard one to answer isn’t it?

Here are some of the things that come to my mind…

Riding my bike through puddles.

Pushing John Carter Scott into the pool, fully clothed.

Hiking up to Look Out Point.

Eating TWO hotdogs at  Bob’s.

Going to Colorado when I was 15.

Wandering around (anywhere, really).

That night in Philly, pitch black, in the deserted gardens, listening to the guys jump out and scare the daylights out of each other.

The boardwalk, when I was eight. Actually, the whole package .. going to Wildwood to see all the cousins.

Getting to go to the Beatles concert when I was 16 (but I didn’t know it at the time).

Riding Buttons at dawn in the fall with Cindy and Dad.

Shopping with Mom.

But, the very most fun? The very most? Greece. Trying to find Merlin’s well. Paris was quite an adventure… oh, yes. Vivaldi at Saint-Chapelle. Listening to Robert Bly was terrific… Dad making up stories was great… Pestering my little sisters was a treat… Oh, and Christmas and Halloween…

Staying in bed and lazing about. I love that, too…

and… skiing in powder.

Passing thoughts on Poppa’s passing

Stick with me, we’ll get to Poppa at the end…

My $64,000 question that day, for which I was looking for two cents from someone of substance: How can a I put my heart into something, yet remain unattached?”

All of this came about because of a bizarre dream I had of my daughter, Brynne, and her family living in a home that actually was as big as a department store.

I had written that day:

“I dreamed that Brynne lived in a huge house. The layout was really weird with three or four huge master suites, and she had just renovated the last one, which had the most scrumptious bathtub set in marble.. the thing is, it looked like a store setting. The room was cavernous.”

Then, I wrote:

“As a matter of fact, I was in some kind of museum (or store) when I came upon her bathroom. I seemed to be shopping — looking for a couple of small end tables…

“Down the center of this “store” was a street where draft horses were pulling the hugest carriages that actually looked like small stores themselves.”

I don’t know why, but I woke up in tears. I had no idea why that dream had caused me to cry. Sitting quietly, thinking on it, I remembered that bathtub with the hump in it so that it could be squished into a very small space, yet allow a person to fit into it — Your bent legs fit very nicely over the hump (this is a symbol for both Nick and I.

Can't even find a photo of something like that, so, for fun, here's this solution to a tub in a small space!

Unfortunately, though, we don’t equate it with a brilliant economic engineering solution — which it is, now that I think about it. We think of it as a lack, a place where you can no longer luxuriate — the bathtub half empty, rather than half full, kind of thing). And that brought be back to the few days I spent in Nice after my divorce 20 years ago, and having absolutely nothing material — All Nick and my things fit in a trunk and a big suitcase. Nick, only 4, was terribly affected. He listened to a Bambi tape over and over again…

And another thing came up. I was observing in this dream. That’s all. Watching the parade. And that is something that I had been doing very little of in my real life — working so hard that I was not seeing anything else. All the “little things” were being ignored.

So, that morning, Nick, who has moved out, but shows up for breakfast, showed up. So, it’s

Nick

not all that unusual that I asked him for his two cents. He’s really into martial arts right now… . And he said:

“You get your opponents out in front of you, so that you can keep an eye on them, and then you let your intuition take over.”

A little later, following through on these thoughts, I hit the web, which I often use like the Tarot. Ask it a question and see what it comes up with (Weird, I know, but an interesting way of connecting to the great unconscious).

Some master karate guy said:

Wade Casaldi

“This not only can be done, it must be done. In Karate, if I am sparring a few students, I must stay centered and present or one of them will score on me — meaning I lost and in a real situation, I would be dazed. That is a very bad situation to be in — dazed while being attacked from multiple directions.

“I must keep my mind on what do I need to do now? What do I need to do now? What do I need to do now? I cannot think of the past split second or the future split second. I must be fully in the present moment. If I slip and think of past or future, I lose what is happening now, that is the very moment one of my students will score on me if I let my mind slip. Instead, I keep calm, centered and relaxed, while having them rush me like maniacs from every direction. Oh the fun I have in Karate!”

Some guru, I don’t remember who, said the following:

G. Narayana, Chairman Emeritus of Excel Industries (I think)

“Ask yourself: When have I experienced being totally involved, yet completely detached at work? What was my source of motivation at that time? How can I build on the strength of this experience?

“When our source of motivation comes from our spiritual basis, we naturally experience an equanimity’s detachment, while at the same time being fully dedicated to and acting toward our goals. Here is what we have found happens when we work from this spiritual source of motivation:

“To paraphrase: We engage in our work at our full capacity; We focus on goals that come from a transcendent source; We gain wisdom from the outcome, no matter what it is; We grow spiritually.”

That’s when I fell upon Poppa Neutrino’s web site. Here’s what he said.

poppa by dwight.jpg (12778 bytes)
Poppa

“The other thing, there are actually three obstacle courses that you are running, and you have to do it all at the same time. They are spiritual, psychological and physical enhancement.

“(if you get an answer and it fades away, it was only an answer good for one of the three, he said).

“So, run yours, and get off other peoples courses.

“Step two, be proactive. Not reactive or non active. Being proactive, you have to stay unattached.

“Once you start achieving, then there’s a new problem. Now you are struggling with unattachment.

“Some things to make this easier. Reduce your life to the necessities and get rid of the rest. Figure out  at any given time whether you are  the teacher, student or co-participant. “Try to see yourself accurately in all situations and not be attached to the outcomes.”

Then we have his seven step club: don’t know what that is. But anyway, here are the rules of his club:

1.  Be polite

2.  Know your three deepest desires. Are you moving toward, away or not moving at all?

3.  His last two have to do with sharing and growing the club, so it becomes an enmasse movement (an interesting idea, after all).

And another thing he adds, speed is not the big deal. Steadfastness is.