I was once married to a Chinese man. He and his family were able to escape before the Revolution and they eventually made their way to the United States. Until they succeeded in doing that, he lost two young brothers who died because they had been eating rotten garbage, having tired of eating soup made from boiling rocks.
While in Hong Kong, waiting to come to the US, the entire family made export items and grew their sprouted soy beans in the kitchen for sustenance.
Once in the States, my partner landed a union job delivering newspapers. He supported everyone! He never finished more than grade school. His English was, in my opinion, abominable. But, his kind heart won everyone over. Actually, everyone wondered how such a wonderful man married such a 'bitch'.
In fact, he was quite good at manipulating people and I would be his silent observer, never letting on to his maneuverings. No one ever guessed what he was doing, and I never gave him away. It was fun, and funny.
He impressed me. He taught me so much. I still think of him often. After we separated, I believe he was one of the fallen in 9/11.
One of the lasting images of him was when he would go faithfully every year to the visiting Chinese opera. People were allowed to take photos, which he shared with me. I never went to the performances. He also told me lots of favorite and revered folk stories. Here was this man, an uneducated laborer, who had culture! He was not a drinker, or wife beater. He treated everyone well. Shared whatever he had. He was modest and kind.
When I think of laborers in the US, I never find anyone who even compares.
I've been having fun. I got these dorm style room dividers, inexpensive, and I've been moving them around the apartment creating new spaces.
Taking my readers once again to the time I lived in Japan. Because of their earthquake proneness, the Japanese developed housing that could easily be rebuilt in the event of an earthquake. Actually, in more modern times, buildings are built to sway with the tremors. In olden times though, paper walls and easily movable screens helped making adjustments easy. So, if you needed a bit of privacy, you didn't have to tear down a wall or build a wall to get it. If you needed to clear a bigger space for an event, you could move walls and make space.
This flexibility is impressive. How often I have been in closed-in spaces in apartments that squish everything together. With portable walls, spaces can be opened up or closed up as needed instead of being so very stable.
It's actually all a state of mind!
The highest complement paid to a woman when I was growing up was that you could eat off her floor. You could eat off my mother's floors. She was that neat and that organized that the house was always clean. Never a bug or cockroach! Never dishes left in the sink. So, I thought we were clean.
Then I lived in Japan. OMG. I found out that we weren't that clean really. The Japanese are probably the cleanest culture, and by comparison, I was truly a barbarian. First of all, there were shoes and slippers for every purpose. You never wore your outside shoes in the house. There was a place for them Scientists have recently published articles to encourage this kind of behavior because germs do get tracked into the house and all over the indoors. Then there were house slippers. Then there were special slippers for the water closet. Toilets and baths were in separate rooms and you never wore house slippers into the toilet room.
The bath! When we first tried to take a bath, my friend and I never thought we would be able to do it. The tub was filled to the top with boiling water. I mean boiling. So, we found our courage and toe by toe, went in. After a while, we became accustomed to it. Now, if I ever have a chance, I would love to have one again.
First, you wash yourself off before stepping into the tub. The water is kept for almost a week, covered to keep it clean, then heated for the bath. It is one of the most relaxing experiences. And warming, too. In the northern villages, people would go to the public baths, then go home in just a light robe. Unbelievable! They were not cold!
I remember baths when I was younger and still at my parent's home. I hated them. I could not fathom how you could wash off in the tub and then sit in your own dirt. I chose to take showers.
I still dream of my Japanese baths and long for the relaxation a truly clean and hot bath can give.
Have you ever gotten up with the blahs? Nothing you have done seems to be going right. Nothing works: not your projects, not your connections, no responses to your queries. OMG. What to do? Stop. Take a rest. Step back. Redirect.
It's a beautiful rainy day here in South Florida. A perfect day to stay in bed and rest. After so much effort looking for work, I am going to enjoy doing nothing except listening to the sound of the rain and enjoying the cool, refreshing breeze coming through the windows.
Sabboth is one of the greatest concepts. Get away from the hustle and bustle and turn your attention to the spiritual. This break gives us a chance to redirect, to refocus on what is important in our lives. It's not just success. It's not just making money. It's not just being busy. Stopping! Just stopping and getting off the rat race wheel.
That is what I am going to do today. This is how I am going to overcome the blahs.
New life stirs every heart, every living thing in the spring. The surge of energy is felt by all. Worship it in the sunrise. Notice the new flowers. Feel it in your heart.
Celebrate! Expose your heart to love. And visit our product page for heart necklaces and ornaments. Show your loving heart!
I used to ride along sometimes with my friend on his newspaper route through NJ and NY. One day, while sitting in traffic, there was a truck in front of us with a picture of Jesus. In this picture, Jesus was holding his shirt open, exposing his heart. The heart was shouting out rays of light. That was so many years ago, yet, I still remember this picture.
Love. Living in and through the heart. Love is one of those mysteries of life. It is irrational. Living through love is actually revolutionary. It is not something that can be controlled, boxed in and regulated. I can't answer why I love someone. Can you? I can like someone and not love them. I can love someone and not like them. I cannot like or love someone particularly, yet I can love their divine nature no matter how covered over it may be.
Wayne Dyer says to repeat the word love as a constant mantra. It becomes like music in the background. We can direct and train our subconscious in this way. We can raise our own vibrations! Spring is coming. Everything is popping up. I will cultivate this and help the grass grow!
I am so excited that I have reached the ripe age of 70. My first professional art teacher at the Arts Students League in NYC was 81. He was doing his best work. I wanted to be like him. His eyes sparkled, his presence was commanding. He was much younger than my parents who were in their 40s at that time. Whatever he was doing, I wanted to do it.
Now that I am 'elderly', everything has come into perspective. Things that bothered me no longer bother me. I sleep when I want. Eat when I want. Basically, I feel very free.
The problem is, no one, absolutely no one wants to hire me, not even for a part-time job. I've just thrown away a 4" pile of places I have applied to.
In response to all this, I have decided to start a new campaign: Old Lives Don't Matter. I would like to enlist the aid of veterinarians to offer euthanasia for anyone who wants it. We are animals after all. We 'put down' our pets! Also local animal shelters are welcome to enlist. If the expense is too much, there are online suppliers of euthanasia drugs. DIY is very popular and this may be a viable alternative.
Also, no need to request cremation. Just toss the bodies somewhere for fertilizer.
Baby just passed over the rainbow bridge this full moon. He was an old cat with lots of gray hair. If you've seen the panther on ads, that is what he looked like. Elegant. Sleek. He looked like a mini panther.
He'd been living in the complex many years. Not a house cat. Missy, a calico, was his companion. They'd come around every morning to get fed. Baby would let Missy eat first while he patiently waited till she finished. One day, Missy didn't show up; she had been run over by a car. We all take care of our neighborhood cats and so it was a sad day.
Not long after, my cat Fatty passed. Baby noticed. He moved in. The next day, his friends came over and we had a cat wedding. The cats all came round and played and celebrated Baby's good luck. He finally found his human and had a home. Of course, he went daily to his friend's home to eat, sleep and hang out when he was not here with me.
At one time on his journey, he was the neighborhood cat police. Top cat. No other cats could join the gang unless he let them. He fiercely guarded his territory. At home, my two indoor pets gave him respect. When he was in his spot on the couch/bed, they went somewhere else. When he was eating, they ate in their own area.
Baby had a terrible tooth infection which was treated almost continuously. When he felt well, he jumped around, played with his toys, was affectionate. But when he was unwell and taking medicine, he just slept in his spot behind the couch and did nothing else.
This last month, he wasn't responding to medicine. He had difficulty breathing, too. With a heavy heart, I sent him off on the next part of his journey. I miss him.