For My Brother... January 3, 1943 - June 24 2011

BARN'S BURNED DOWN~

NOW I CAN SEE THE MOON.

Masahide

My Brother passed away in the night last night, after a very private battle with cancer. He refused conventional treatment for quite some time, and forbade his wife disclosing any of the struggles he was going through. Wednesday, she finally called a family member, as he'd been taken to the hospital by ambulance the previous Friday, but was not doing at all well. The sisters heard of this by Wednesday night. From then until Thursday night, from thousands of miles away, we from our homes, many hundreds of miles from each other, attempted to reach him by phone. Through sleeping eating resting and strong pain meds, it was a desperate tiptoe business to strive for what would turn out to be a final talk with him. I am, among many many other things, grateful for that talk, however brief, with my brother. While we had very little notice, some people have none. Thursday while in Trader Joe's this card jumped out at me... spoke to me. Of my brother. Of his mindset. Of his journey.Of his soul. Of his destiny.

Embrace those you love. Don't be distracted by anything. Strive for Peace, that which comes from God, which originates in the heart and nourishes the soul. Or is it t'other way 'round. No matter... the circle cannot be broken, is the same thing, pervasive, healing and undeniable.

Namaste

Peace, my brother. Peace

I love you.

xo

Happy Easter... a Spring Photo Journal

A photo journal of discovery, this spring, on my iphone... I hope you enjoy it.

TODAY @ NOON, WORLDWIDE REQUEST!

TODAY AT NOON, IN YOUR TIMEZONE, DR. MASARU EMOTO OF JAPAN IS REQUESTING PRAYERS FOR THE WATERS OF JAPAN, AND INDEED, THE WATERS OF OUR WORLD...

PLEASE READ HIS REQUEST BELOW.

IF YOU MISS THE NOON TIME FRAME, PLEASE SEND POSITIVE THOUGHTS OF HEALING ANYWAY AT THE TIME YOU BEST CAN....

A letter from Dr Masaru Emoto...

To All People Around the World,

Please send your prayers of love and gratitude to water at the nuclear plants in Fukushima, Japan! ...

By the massive earthquakes of Magnitude 9 and surreal massive tsunamis, more than 10,000 people are still missing… even now… It has been 16 days already since the disaster happened. What makes it worse is that water at the reactors of Fukushima Nuclear Plants started to leak, and it’s contaminating the ocean, air and water molecule of surrounding areas.

Human wisdom has not been able to do much to solve the problem, but we are only trying to cool down the anger of radioactive materials in the reactors by discharging water to them.

Is there really nothing else to do?

I think there is. During over twenty year research of hado measuring and water crystal photographic technology, I have been witnessing that water can turn positive when it receives pure vibration of human prayer no matter how far away it is.

Energy formula of Albert Einstein, E=MC2 really means that Energy = number of people and the square of people’s consciousness.

Now is the time to understand the true meaning. Let us all join the prayer ceremony as fellow citizens of the planet earth. I would like to ask all people, not just in Japan, but all around the world to please help us to find a way out the crisis of this planet!! The prayer procedure is as follows.

Day and Time: March 31st, 2011 (Thursday) 12:00 noon in each time zone

Please say the following phrase: “The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, we are sorry to make you suffer. Please forgive us. We thank you, and we love you.”

Please say it aloud or in your mind. Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.

Thank you very much from my heart.

With love and gratitude,

Masaru Emoto

Messenger of Water

THE EMPTY CHAIR THEATRE CO.

currently in production at The Empty Chair Theatre Co.: Twelfth Night, & Titus Andronicus.

I am encouraged and filled with pride... First by my nephew who directed/recently completed his first professional music video while at VCU (post and vid to follow subsequently) and now...The Empty Chair Theatre Company...



Empty Chair Theater Company was founded in 2007 by Julia Sears and Elizabeth Nearing both high school juniors at the time. The company was formed with the goal to give young artists a creative outlet and the chance to explore deeply layered texts while working with their peers to create innovative theatre.



Elizabeth is my sister's God-daughter... I remember her, spirited and contemplative in Easter dresses and Pre-Raphaelite curls... And more recently, a lovely compassionate self possessed young woman with an easy-going wisdom beyond her years. While now at Carnegie Mellon pursuing a BFA in directing, she continues as Artistic Director of The Empty Chair.



Here is a link to more about her, and co-founder Julia Sears:
http://emptychairtheatre.org/8.html



The Empty Chair was nominated for Best of DC, Washington City Paper. If you are familiar with them and would like to vote them among the best, the link is here:
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/bestofpoll/nominations/vote/77


We should always encourage the children we know... and so BEAUTIFUL when they in turn become an encouragement to us!

:,D

BRAVA!

BRAVI!
a la Septime Webre!

WHITE

The day began, at 4:40 this morning. Something awakened me... but what? The anticipation that perhaps there would be a delayed opening of schools, perhaps. The jolt I felt at being awake impelled me to the curtained window: WHITE. Only about an inch, but covering the road, not just the grass. I crept like a mouse downstairs to the television- the easiest way to check for closing information on the schools access channel. Zilch. Still. Now, at 4:45 I was too close to the witching hour to go back to bed right away. At 5:00, that magical time for children all over our County, the schools must post the inclement weather information for the day. And if no delay? Well, I'd have less than an hour to catch those last few elusive "Zzzz's" before becoming the family alarm clock, valet, personal chef, and chauffeur.

4:50. A sound approached. Like the Zamboni of the apocalypse. A snow plow coming nearer. Within moments it was traveling down our street, a cascade of sparks flying in a 2 1/2 foot arc around it and 8 feet behind it, though doing little to bend the ice coating our street to its will. PORTENT.

5:00. Nothing. 5:01 the familiar green banner appears across the screen. SCHOOLS WILL BE CLOSED TODAY.

Now, this afternoon, after little more than some icy rain and wet roadways, the anticipated storm is here. THUNDER CLAP!! And thus begins the hail. LIGHTENING. Dear daughter worries for any risk to her dear fish. Then all tensions abate; the possibility of a gathered snow cone cheer children's spirits, as they each put out their collection receptacle by the back door.








Small icy pills, like medium tapioca pearls, to be covered later by heartier amounts of truer white fluff stuff. Then more THUNDER!! LIGHTENING! THUNDER!!!! Right over our house it seems. And then, the snow that twas deemed to become HEAVY by local meteorologists, which is due to drop 3-10 inches by morning begins to blanket our area. I wish I could successfully snap a pic of it-- so eager, it is coming down in several directions at once!



We shall see, we shall see. Already these pictures seem paltry... we probably have 8-10 inches in just over 5 hours. School is out for another day!

Stay warm dear ones! Safe! And wherever you are, enjoy!








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xo

Emergency Room Visit leads to a Double Date: MRI table for Two? Monday Night? No problem! We'll need to eat out anyway;KITCHEN CLOSED /FRIDGE in COMA

While its lovely to have Doctors say over and again,"you're so young" (ha relatively speaking) pertaining to the TIA symptoms I apparently suffered last week, I'd gladly have them call me an "old bat" to be rid of the trouble and anxiety (not to mention possible danger) that said symptoms have brought with them.

My spouse has suffered on a different front, different symptoms, different doctor... but incredible, we who rarely go to doctors, ended up with appointments both on Friday.

Well, after an interesting to say the least end to last week, dear husband and I are booked in for a double MRI session this evening! Hard to say, "HOW LUCKY!" but really, I guess we are. In that I would never have thought to try schedule mine with him to come with me, nor likely he the same. The place just round the corner could fit us both in "back-to-back" so to speak. TONIGHT. !!!! I must say I think neither of us believed we would get in this soon, nor were we prepared as such, emotionally. But, as long as we are precertified by then, off we go.

So now, as there's no time in my day now for contemplative meditation or any of the like, I must find another route to preventative health. I'll take my orange flavored baby aspirin. And I've dug out ENYA to listen to. Which is on the old iPod, but for some reason not on my phone. I need a little ORONOCO FLOW...

While I EMPTY THE FRIDGE AND FREEZER. You see, it seemingly melted down last week. Shortly after I replenished our larder for the week. While all this was happening last week it ceased to function. After a few days with an eerie 'CLICK' or ping sound whose location was indistinguishable, and which was audible, of course, ONLY to me... well now we know where it was coming from. Hopefully NOT the death throws of our very young NOT CHEAP fridge, of course, just out of warranty, but still young by refrigerator standards. I mean the term "runs like a refrigerator" means strong tireless and RELIABLE. Doesn't it?

Still, BETTER IT THAN US!

Mind there you go... healthy happy week, all.

I've laid the table for you and me, my friend...and it's Cezanne's Birthday. How PERFECT!

As I experience this winter, and feel myself reconnecting a bit. With the world. With my life. With this blog, the blogworld and those in it-- I feel a bit of a pang. I want more. To connect with you, all the more.

When I read what some of you have written, on your blogs, or to me, I am so touched. Blessed. By your words. Your presence. Your creativity. Your hearts.

But my desires can be simple, if not simplistic. I wish I could sit down with each of you. And share a cup of tea. We could talk. Or listen. Or just be. I can't tell you how my heart sings to think of it-- like a boiling kettle!

So when I brewed this pot, in my Hall's Superior teapot, a pretty and also sturdy, pleasing reliable workhorse, I thought of you. The many of you. But also just you. All the things that make you different, but then too all the connections we may share, and I appreciate that.

Even in the cold of winter, we may yet lay the table as if in the summer of our life, with perennial porcelain and tart tea towels sporting fruit and flower. And so it goes in our hearts as well.

So you may take your pick, whatever your preference. Reproduction Blue Calico transferware? Noritake turn of the century Selika porcelain? Fiestaware Harlequin Riviera, in the warmest most scrumptious yellow ever?

If you don't see one you like, I have others. Come on over and visit me. ;)

Warm Winter Wishes... while wishing to be a blessing back.

NAMASTE

Oh-- I forgot to ask! Milk or lemon? Vanilla Rice Milk is what I take in mine. ;)

xo