For all the Urban Samurai out there...

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Thank you for supporting and inspiring me along this life journey.

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There is No Job to Small...

     Grocery shopping is not something I really enjoy. Some people wander through the aisles, turning over every new item, pondering how to make a new dish and loving it. Not me, I got my staples, I get in I get out. The last few times I went in I seemed to enjoy the process more. I thought, maybe it's getting more interesting now that I am attempting to learn how to cook. But, I realized it wasn't that. There is a guy that works at one particular grocery store near my house that is absolutely the most positive person I have ever met in my life, and my heart is filled with joy every I time I encounter him and that's why I like it.
     It appears that he has the job of getting carts that people have abandoned in the parking lot to their rightful place. He also gives you a cart if you need it. He warmly greets you both before and after your shopping experience, and makes sure that everyone has all their needs met. When I was there the other day a car pulled out and did not see an older lady walking behind him, and he practically jumped front of the car telling it to stop so the woman would not be hurt. I walked out of the store and he asked me "How was your shopping experience? What was the best part about it?" And I smiled and said "You!" He smiled and put his hands to his heart and said "awww." In that moment I saw one of his arms wasn't fully formed and clenched in a claw towards his chest. I walked away and got into my car. As I sat in my car I watched him in the rear view mirror for a minute. I saw him grabbing carts, it was a laborious process, for me it would be at least. But, he waived and smiled at everyone he saw and seemed to love it. He talked to them and asked them how they were doing, and all with a significant limp in his walk. It was apparent after watching him not only was his arm not fully functional but it was very difficult for him to walk as well. I was in awe, I hadn't even noticed it the first few times I encountered him. His positive nature was contagious, his spirit bigger than his physical body, and I'm certain he improved everyone's shopping experience as much as he did mine.
    I concluded after this shopping experience that I was a bit of an ass in my own way. I was humbled by him, there is no job too small, no difficulty that should be overly complained about, and it is all about what you make of every situation. Needless to say I go out of my way to go to that particular grocery store, because it never hurts to get a dose of spiritual inspiration in your daily errands. And, even though he may not remember me, I thank him for being what we all should be and making the world better place in his corner.

Time to get Lost...

Sometimes you gotta let it all melt away and just be...who you are....may 2015 shine bright!

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Don't Squeeze. Just Breath.

I recently returned from a trip from Los Angeles. It's funny that the first post for the 2014 year be after my time there, but I was reminded of something very important, a thing perhaps that I have come to take for granted in my more laid back life in Seattle. The we must value where we are, and not try to be some place we are not. This does not mean we cannot have goals, but we must somehow learn to love the process of getting towards our goals. I find that children always want to be older then they are. I am not five, I am five and three quarters. And, adults always want to be younger, I am not forty, I am thirty nine forever. We must value what we are in each moment, for that is all we have. Of course, I do recognize that this is much easier said than done,  however when in a stressful situation lets not not to squeeze and push and pinch and rush, lets try to breath into it and find a way.

I myself am guilty of pushing as much as anyone else, but I find as I attempt to mature that it is actually much more effective not to wrestle your way through life, but to ride it instead. Go with the currents, and try to guide them gently as they pull you in different directions. I am often struck by how few people really seem to enjoy the life they are living now. When I retire I will do this, then when they retire they wish they could go back to work. I can't wait for the kids to be out of the house, then when the kids leave they wish they were still at home. I can't wait till I make my millions and become a successful business person, then when they make their millions they complain about not having any time for themselves. I wish I were famous, then when they become famous they wish that people wouldn't approach them for an autograph when they go to the store to get some milk. This is insanity, the gateway to peace always being just around the corner. Every age is good if you find the good in every age, every stage of life is fun if you allow it to be, every challenge is an adventure if you let it be, every day is a joyous gift if you wake up and appreciate it. This is all I humbly ask.

Honest Mirrors

She was full of life, a spark of joy and wonder, and she hung on me like a baby bird. I adored her and she always wrote loving cards and pictures for me. One day she looked at me with the loving eyes she always does, and I expected her to say "I was her big shining star". A phrase she had said to me many times, and even written on cards, but  she calmly and non-judgmentally said "Simone, why come you never brush your hair?" I froze for a moment and realized that not only had it not occurred to me that my hair grooming was unruly, but that I wasn't even particularly sure how to answer that question. Should I be offended? Should I come up with a well constructed defense mechanism for my appearance? I didn't know. Then a flash came across my mind and I wondered for a moment if everyone close to me secretly wondered this. My physiologist parents sitting at the dining room table shaking their heads, "She has done well, but why come she doesn't brush her hair?" I was presented with an honest mirror. I realized in that second two very simple things. One, why I seek time with youth no matter what I may have going on in my life. They are very real, and the joy and humility in that makes you aware of yourself, and the world, and all things that matter. And, two, there is a part of me that likes to be slightly untamed and this is why I may unconsciously not tend to every hair on my head. I had a response for her. " Well, I like to be a little wild, like a lion with a big mane." And I took my hands and playfully swatted at her like a cat and roared. She nestled her head into my chest and then said "I still love you anyway" and with that she ran off to play. I walked home feeling a little lighter that day. I was seen for my weaknesses, it was brought to my attention, I was accepted for them, and that made me love myself and the world a little bit more. I may have even roared at an in-expecting neighbor on the walk home, just to own my new found self awareness a bit more. 

F.L.O.W.

F. L. O. W. Following Life's Original Way. Each person has a path, a unique gift, and a way towards their truth. There is a reason why you are here, and there is something you love to be and do more then anything on the planet. This is what you are supposed to do. You loose all sense of time and space when you do it, it is productive, it is healthy, it helps others. It may be a strange mix of many things, it may be linear, it doesn't matter. This is your path and your vision here on earth. Trust it, listen to it, find it. It doesn't matter if it makes sense to the world, or if it is different then what everyone expects from you. You will know when you are in F.L.O.W. if you listen to it it is quite easy, it feels like riding with the waves, sanding with the grain, sailing with the wind, running with the bulls...go get in the FLOW...

Is that a tissue in your pocket?

I was standing at a bus stop. It was cold. It was raining. I needed a tissue. I looked in my backpack, no tissue. My purse, no tissue. I stood there trying to snuffle myself into comfort. I looked at the restaurant across the street, maybe they had napkins I could use. I looked at my phone, the bus was supposed to come any minute, but they weren't always on schedule. I didn't dare miss it. I asked someone standing next to me for a tissue. No luck. I waited almost a half hour trying not to breath for fear all sorts of stuff would drip down my face and put me in even more agony. The bus came. I sat on the bus. I road it till I got home. I walked to my front door. I looked in my coat pocket for house keys. I found a tissue.

This is how most of us go through life. In pain, looking for what we think we need that will make us finally feel better, you already have it in your pocket. Check your own life pockets first, you may find that you already have what you are looking for.