Saturday, December 17, 2011

Xmas Greyhounds

It bears repeating and showing off some holiday hats....




Merry Christmas everyone and here it comes.  Jade, Omi and Ginger are already in the celebrating mood. 

Dad's 105th Birthday

If my father had lived to this day in 2011, we would have been celebrating his 105th birthday.  It seems strange, still, that he has been gone so long, and how he lived and left feels strange too.  My dad was an attorney, though not the BMW kind of lawyer. He had a reputation for honesty so one of his colleagues told me years ago.  I would like to believe that was his corner post though in life, he made choices that reflected some of his struggles and his loneliness. He had feet of clay just like me.

However, on this day, I celebrate my father who appears to have come from Polish Jews though he would not admit it.  I celebrate some of his favorite sayings like...."Don't turn your back on the ocean!" and "Never trust a man who wears a bow tie!"  My Dad was a short man with an olive complexion and a big nose whose anger could turn violent yet whose generosity paved way for the room I am sitting in writing this morning, at the corner in a small town in northern California.

Thank you Dad for all you tried to do for me in life and for what you passed on to me whether you knew it or not.  Peace be with you wherever you are today.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The World According To Garp

I am reading a book called Make Miracles In Forty Days by Melody Beattie.  There is even a website with a forum for folks to post questions and elucidate upon their personal miracles.  I have not really been able to see myself doing the writing involved yet as I tend to be a doubter first then slow to an idea if it is not my usual fare.

Truthfully, my favorite bookstore got kicked out of their old location that I loved and allowed for sleepy browsing and now is in cramped quarters that is definitely not allowing for sauntering.  Thus, the willy nilly manner of the book shelves, presentations and poor placement lent this book more focus than I might have given it. The inscription is what got to me as it seemed to be talking to me.  Or so I thought.  As an aficionado of Ms. Beattie's books, it wasn't a stretch for me but the topic and method of articulating the ideas is way out there for me.

We shall see.  However, if ever I needed a miracle, about now might fit the bill.  I try a silent prayer each work morning before an enormous oak tree and I meditate a bit a lunch and try to reassure myself throughout my day.  My work search, while I am working hours a week, is the same as when I was unemployed.  No response or just a big hiccup. I cannot get gone fast enough though I remain employed at some cost to my emotional and physical well being.  Many of us could say that every day so I have some company.

I was buoyed by several things thus far this week and they were each compelling and smacked of miracles.  First, Jackie Lawson's advent calendar every day, then Betty and Teddy from work who walk several times a day and stop to chat with me as I rake, haul, weed and sweep, then a paid professional who encouraged me to trust my intuition and run do not walk if it will save me and then my horoscope in The Bohemian by Rob Brezny.

"Gemini: Researchers at the University of Oregon claim that in certain circumstances, they can make water flow uphill(tinyurl.com/UphillFlow). I'm not qualified to evaluate their evidence, but I do know that in the coming week you will have the power to accomplish the metaphorical equivalent of what they say they did. Don't squander this magic on trivial matters, please, Gemini.  Use it to facilitate a transformation that's important to your long-term well being."

It could just be my present, albeit somewhat desperate state of mind, but that either sounds like the stuff of miracles or The World According To Garp. I will take the former and wish upon a twinkling star tonight.