Serious Blues at the Luna Star Cafe with Pappa E....

The pre Basel ART buzz has begun

Shows-a-plenty, the ART walk was blessed by delicious weather and all that is new and is risky and is fun! is found in the Wynwood section of Miami. This area once predominantly working and lower income Puerto Rican is now alive with ART and the beautiful people who love to adventure into the unknown to catch a glimpse of what’s fresh from the inside of the mind of genius.

Bruce Grayson, ART space at 167 NW 25 Street, Miami in the Wynwood Arts District, a Miami-based artist, got it right. Directly on the art walk and not to be missed but just be prepared to smile. Of the many, many people I watched entering the gallery at last night's Wynwood Gallery Walk, very few did not smile when they saw what was being displayed on the walls of this triangular venue.

The triangle is a symbol for life, creativity, creation, ascension, manifestation, illumination.

People watching is enjoyable to me I see it as living ART. The small thought process you can just imagine you’ve just witnessed crossing people’s minds by you can the subtle ways facial expressions change if you look closely at people's face, eyes lighten up lines crinkle around them or mouth or how your think you might believe you know how that person is feeling about what they are seeing…is intriguing to me. Working on gut and/or instinct with careful observation you start to avoid dead ends in people and places that take you nowhere. We can see so much when we really observe and try to see a person. "I see YOU" from Avatar the movie.

Allured over to the ART gallery by the groove of the steel drums playing on the sidewalk these unsuspecting patrons of ART gingerly step into the space unaware of what they will find. Don’t we all love the discovery of ART? Blessed are those who see ART in everything. To see the facial expressions shift, lift, lighten, come alive, giggle, and smile was a gift because isn’t that what life’s really about? The ART of finding joy in all things. It is an ART because it is a skill to be practiced and refined. The ART of living, well.

“Are you an artist?” was one of the question of the night, I paused before answering, “I’ve exhibited work in an Wynwood art gallery this year, does that make me an artist?” I embrace the title of ARTist just not the label. I’ve refuse to a create business card for myself, because I do not want to limit who I AM or who I AM to become. The graffiti like name on the big, stiff, glossy 3x5 flyer your holding is my email that’s what you get if you ask me for a business card. I watch for people’s reactions to this business card, at first they’re not sure if they want to hold on to it but it’s too big and it would be rude to just drop it. If it were a traditional size business card they would pretend to look at it and dump it right in their pocket or bag to be tossed out later. If and when we speak some more, they at this point, have confirmed that they have decided it is important for them to keep it so now they figure out how to store it (usually folding) so when they need to contact me (and they will NEED me) they look for the big flyer card. 

A big business card from the woman with the big smile and big ideas who believes you’re a big deal… now that’s ART.

It’s been a long time, baby

The idea behind becoming a yoga instructor was to fulfill a dream; similar to that of “running away to join the circus” my life’s fantasy back up plan was “I’ll teach yoga”. Ha! To begin a yoga practice, to build a discipline takes dedication, time, effort, thought, motivation, dealing with aches, pains, traumas, and then there’s the baggage you already know about that yoga is going to bring out eventually and money. I would market my yoga practice as the best form of therapy out there. I would tell people forget the anti-depressants and doctors who prescribe them and medicate with yoga. Seven weeks into my yoga practice and already a-ha moments and epiphanies are common, depression is not, compliments on how my body is changing are common, anxiety is not. This is all good however in the process I’ve neglected my writing discipline - not so good.

Talk, that’s what its about now. Listening. Understanding. The set up the pitch, the slam-dunk. Conversation, communication on a grand scale: the web, via The Jorge Rodriguez Show in a way never really practiced before auditory and visual. Sounds like radio right? Right. Sounds like TV right? Right.

Sounds so familiar to us but there's a twist. You can watch and or listen whenever you want from a long list of devices like a smart phone, or a computer or in the near future built-in to your car’s sound system or connect your ipod to your car’s system. In other words what we are sitting on is the ability to be in a lot of places (across the globe) via many devices (computer, smart phone, ipod) on demand, so you can watch/listen at your leisure and I’m on it! Hhhhmmmmm

I’ll give you a second to let that sink in.

OMG the future is here and I’m in it! Next we should be seeing men going to work in jet packs and self dog-walking tread mills. I hear a them song...“Here’s comes Jorge Rod-rig-uez, Monica, his co-host” oh, the adventures to be had and you can come along and play along in your virtual world. Thanks to reality tv because the worlds of the mass media have beat us down to the insane level where entertainment comes in the form of a voyeur to other people's lives. So, "the Situation" is I get to play in the clubhouse called So Flo, a radio/television station run by a gang of jaded radio professionals who don't give a fuck ("You can't tell me what to say anymore Mr. programming director!") and are now in control. Who let the dawgs out, who? who? And I
get to meet awesome people, musicians, artist, famous DJs and really crack up over all the crazy opinions and jokes we make and shared. All of which of course will live on forever and ever, or till the end of the internet. Is that what internet lovers say, “I’ll love you till the end of the web, baby?"

You might be thinking,"so what?" but the so what is that this is all new to me, a new career, a new field, a new kind of success or a new kind of failure? WHO KNOWS?! But it is a new kind of FUN! The power of laughter, to heal to change the vibration to lift a spirit is amazing. Laughter and at yourself it stops the aging process. Failure is not an option. The negative is invisible, non-existent with zero importance because I choose it that way.

I feel a sense of responsibility. I feel a sense of whollyshitness. I feel so lucky. I feel like such a rebel. cool smile. I feel like a vanguardist. knowing smile. And I fell as if this is only the beginning. BIG SMILE. I feel as if a volcano of information is about to erupt and I’m going to be shot out into the sky to ride on the crest of that wave. The purpose for all of this to be happening will be known and right now all we have to concern ourselves with is setting ourselves up for the discovery, by being explorers pioneers, mavericks, early adapters. How do I know this? I don’t but there’s more to do with this station, this technology and the ability to broadcast globally from Jorge’s clubhouse than we are presently aware of. I imagine like learning to play a piano, right now we are unaware of how much better the sound will be when both hands play.  These days lots of hands are coming together, sometimes they miss at high-fiving, but so what? So much momentum is building, so much talent is being exposed and so much fun is being had life’s purpose to share, love and grow is real. When it comes together like this, on its own it, must be ones true life path unfolding.

What an awesome present moment. 

I’ve been meaning to write but…

I’ve been too sore to type.
Everything hurts from elbows to abs sitting and breathing brings reminders of the days’ yoga class. It’s a good sort of sore I’m told a sweet reward for working hard, sweating much, and sticking to the plan. The plan was and still is completing a 10-week yoga teacher training. Seems like an easy task, right? I’m sure I was not prepared for the things that seem to be stirred up from the asanas (poses) and how these “emotions” are providing a physical evidence more proof, if you will, that yoga IS breath, body, mind. But I'm not even gonna get that deep into it.

Week 3: Still can’t do a solid tree pose- I’m thinking I have trouble standing on both feet actually. Shoulders are jacked up all the time
Mental block in half moon-ardah chandrasana, man!
“So, have you been keeping vegetarian?” ”Phish, me? No!” “Any reason why not?” “Why? Because we live in America and when we go to the store to buy meat it is beautifully packaged and we don’t get to see the whole animal so I don’t have to think about the animal. Unlike in other countries when you go to the market and the there’s slabs of cow hanging in the open air waiting to be purchased and butchered. When I visit there I don't like to eat meat.”

Okay so maybe there are also supermarkets with nicely packaged meats in other countries as well. But I know if I had to live there I wouldn’t eat as much meat and not that I eat a lot of meat but I do crave a great steak every now and then. Do I feel bad for the animal? If I think about it yes if it’s an issue I give the food Reiki and then we’re good. Cool?

This photo was taken at an open market in Colombia, South America. I do not believe the fridge was actually plugged in since the door was left open the whole time.

Funny thing about the little town I visited, they have the sweetest and longest crossing signal I’ve ever seen, even cuter than the pedestrian traffic signals in Berlin, Germany. Did you here that, George? You have 40 or so seconds to cross the very busy (not) two lane intersection in the center of town that's maybe a total of 20 feet wide from gutter to gutter. Compare this to the inadequately quick 30 seconds Sunny Isles Beach, Florida’s Riviera, gives you to walk cross 6 lanes of traffic, 8, if you count the turning lanes.  What a way to get the retirees to move fast. What does this say about our culture? Our values? Our daily pace?

Is it any wonder I can’t get my shoulders down? I’ve been stressed out most of my adult life!

Is it coincidence or synchronicity or what?

My very good friend, which is something I do not say often, Kelly, who is also a yogi and a love guru, intuitive and certified Bach Flower expert, great knitter, talented writer, an amazing singer...., (yes, her depth level can be intimidating) several months ago sent an incredible book. Honoring her sense of importance on the subject and her opinion I set off to read “The Secret Power of Yoga” by Nischala Joy Devi right away. Mind you several months ago yoga was only a dream I could escape to. At the start of the book I began to see this book as THE source for understanding of (my) LIFE so I started to flag all the pages where I found lines that resonated with me, they begin on page 8, hope you like yellow because this book is looking like a little chickie full of little yellow paper feathers, can we say Post-it loves me? and I’m not even finished reading yet. This is the first time I ever do this to a book. Why? How did we both know it would be(come) so important to me?

The point is how did she know? That’s why we are very good friends, we are in sync even though we are thousands of miles away and really only get to see each about every 2 years or so. My days of traveling to Paris yearly have long ended and Kelly doesn’t live there anymore, “if Madonna calls I'm not here” but what fun, amazing incredible memories we share of my adventures among the French. “eh, oui?”

Good friends how can you define them? They really have just appeared and remained in my life, these are the relationships that easily survive the new cell phone number/email address ax, forget about the Facebook “friends” spring cleanings, these few stay around even when they are far, far away because the time we have shared together has been that meaningful. Who else but a very good friend could lived through countless stories from ridiculous to crazy to funny and still only encourage me the whole time to be better, do more and point out all my strong points, first, before sharing their truth feelings about what’s going on. Who needs a yes man? A true friend tells the truth.

How easily we become “friends” with all the mediums we have to connect with people we may be the generation with the most (vicarious) friends. I’m all for the phenomenon that is social media but there has to be some distinctions between friendship levels, right? Am I a friend snob?

I remember the first day of school, first grade, when we had just returned to live in the states and I wore a blue polo dress with the word LO
VE patched on the left side. I was so shell shocked I didn’t speak to anyone for a few days. The transition had been from Brooklyn to Colombia back to Brooklyn in about the course of 2 years. I learned to read but in Spanish so I was put in first grade instead of second. I realize now how different I was then. Years later my friends would all say how special they thought I was because I didn’t seek to be anyone’s friend, I guess that’s a big deal in first grade. I was shy then and it was my self-control to just observe and not speak out of the traumatic changes that was interpreted as powerful. Well I’m not shy anymore and certainly don’t hold back on my tongue now, can it be that I was wiser as a child than I am today?

Still I’m grateful for all the people I know and that want to be friends with me on Facebook or in real life, lol. I say thank you when I see a person who has accepted a friend request usually they find it funny or weird. I set out accepting most friend requests on FB, now, because of the radio shows, I’m slightly more cautious but that was not the idea at first I even said a few times “what’s the harm in having a few more friends on FB?”
The only harm is not knowing who your friends really are in real life...Je'taime Kelly e Mihai!
p.s. Mihai is Kelly's husband and soul mate to say he is just as great as her is not fair to him because he is also as special.

“Ask and you shall receive…”

It is true. It is written…
Matthew 7:7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?Matthew 18:19 Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.Matthew 21:22 And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.Luke 11:9 And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
10 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
11 If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?
12 Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?
13 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?John 14:13 And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
14 If ye shall ask any thing in my name, I will do it.John 15:7 If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.
8 Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so shall ye be my disciples.John 15:16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.John 16:23 And in that day ye shall ask me nothing. Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you.
24 Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.Philippians 4:6 Be careful [NKJV: anxious] for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
Philippians 4:19 But [NKJV: And] my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.James 4:2 Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not.his sight.1 John 5:14 And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us:
15 And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him.1 John 5:16 If any man see his brother sin a sin which is not unto death, he shall ask, and he shall give him life for them that sin not unto death. There is a sin unto death: I do not say that he shall pray for it.

I asked for guidance, for MY path to unfold before me because I’m lazy like that (hey if given the chance to ask might as well right?) and also because the daily surprise factor has got me hooked. Hooked into the NOW and a calm I surround myself in, it’s a personal kind of calm, it’s cool and it can hang, like a good enjoyable friend who never lets you down. I’ve achieved Cool Calm in hot and sticky Miami!

I asked for yoga one Friday morning, several quick clicks on the Mac and I was registered for a 200 hour teacher training course which started the next day hhhmmmm, at a studio about .25 miles from my house I had never been to hhhmmmm. When I got there a warm and sincere smiley faced woman greeted me and come to find out the style of yoga the studio practices is exactly the kind I like. Hhhmmm
It’s a 10-week Saturday/Sunday course that frees up my week hhhmmmm when one of my daughters found out I would be taking the course she wanted to join. Not wanting to dish out more big bucks and testing the depth of her true desire to practice yoga. I gave her information on a special program at a different yoga studio. She made the call hhhmmmm turns out MY yoga studio will be working with the SPECIAL program studio later on in the course so lets just in a few months say my daughter and I can possibly be working together through yoga with the same special program studio hhhmmmm hhhmmmm hhhmmmm

Do you see it? You let go and follow a whim, your hearts desire, an idea..mine was to do yoga. The desire to build a disciplined yoga practice is my goal and how better than to learn to teach yoga as you work on your goal and get in shape- is what I thought to myself.
Classes are free you are expected to attend and observe and eventually critique, I can be there every day, 5 minutes from my door….I must be on the right path this is so simple, right? Or is it how it should be how when we carry ourselves on a higher plane and work to bring those around us to a place where their vibration level is raised? I NOW feel free, helpful and as if I have a purpose: to share knowledge and heal.

How do I know? I don’t know. I’m just guessing, playing what can happen from here like games in my head. And then reality hits: day 2. “Oh, yeah right I can do that pose! And teach it? (next year, maybe)…what have I gotten myself into? I wonder and aloud as I watch the “sequence video” my body can’t do that! So as if I would be diverting anyones attention away from my lack of yoga practice my evil former tv producer head comes out (why, why, why?!)
“Ashley we’re making you a new video” and in a tone which was as if I had all the answers and yet can I hold a solid tree stand? Answer: NO. Hello? Yeah I’m in deep but the teacher is great, real (she curses), extremely knowledgeable and caring- I can see why her class is full on a Sunday morning and how you get that kind of body
…you work at it, everyday, step by step, asana by asana…. Namaste.

*May the by product of this course be an awaking of the hot chick with the flat belly and tight hamstrings who lives inside, that she may not be too obnoxious in her flaunting off all the of hours of sweat put in and if she is; even better!..oh boy if you didn’t like me then, wait till you see me… 10-weeks from now...lol!
** May the by product of this course truly be an awaking of a steady self-disciplined yoga practice.

Hello. Remember me? How’s it going?

HHHhhmmm.. Yes, for me as well, life has just been amazing lately….

It has not been because of a lack of subject mater to share in this space that I haven’t written a blog to share but more because I have been working on living the NOW (it can be a difficult thing to do) and not always through the eye of my cell phone, camera, webcam, that I have purposely not written about the amazing happenings of life. Is it Selfishness? A case of bad writer’s etiquette? Amateurish or what? Can we just call it a, “Writer’s Silent Moment?”

Let’s fast-forward to this moment, on The Monicles #43: truth is that a cycle needed to be closed and it was, a wound need to be healed and it was.
There was a life(time) that was brought back to memory because I AM and it was. A release was set free as it need to be and it was, love is/was abundantly shared and felt and it is, tears were shed in all flavors of joy, sadness, laughter and they cleansed and so it was when I went to a family reunion in the tiny town of Santa Rosa de Cabel, Risaralda, Colombia, South America.

“Oh, no! Not a family reunion to “celebrate” the 10-year anniversary of my mother’s passing?!
“Why not?... It’ll be “fun”…. Everyone is asking about you…”
“No way, I’m not going -it’d be like ripping my heart out, throwing it on the ground, stepping on, kicking it and then why not just stab it a few times and then jump up and down on it- painful?”

But I went it was meant to happen.

TYLER PERRY, THE MALE OPRAH: I BELIEVE IN YOU, MAN! FAMILIES CAN LAUGH AT EACH OTHER LOVE AND COME TOGETHER IN THE END

It was simply an amazing journey, on so many levels. I AM so grateful for having gone. I AM so glad I had the courage to test my level of tolerance to the situation. I thought that seeing my aunts and cousins faces, being in my mother’s town would make me very sad but instead to see their faces was a chance to see different glimpses of my mom in their gestures and appearance and they saw her in me, (!) I really wasn’t prepared for that view…but wow.

I went following the wisdom/advice of my dearest friend Kelly, who said to me,

“Go. Love and be loved”

And so I did and also… somersaulted down a hill, twice, a dip in the “not so clean” river, walked barefoot through the countryside breathing in the cool mountain air, met and worked with a Shaman, learned about the Mayans symbols, stuck out like the Gringa that I AM and loved every moment of it, even when the overwhelming emotions of the reason we had come together knocked me down, I was grateful to be within the love of family, familiar ground and my roots meant to heal and be healed and to say the things we should never leave unsaid: you are loved, forgive me, I love you.

Account Executive? Okay, just to see the genes being passed on

Yes, so sorry to break your bubble but at one point or another in your life time as a parent you will repeat certain words, phrases or programming you grew up with and probably secretly swore you would never say to your own kids if you ever have any, but then you do and you say it.

My only brother and his kids recently visited after a few years of not seeing each other. It was great to have them and see the kids; how they have grown but what more is to see your family characteristics whether personality traits or physical features and the more dominate genes are inescapable. From my perspective, I can now see how we all fit together in some complimentary way collectively as a group, united by my parents’ children i.e. 2 older sisters, 1 older brother, I AM the youngest by 10, 9 and 6 years difference, can we say…. “Oops?” it’s all okay and meant to be, we are family.
his kids
To see the obnoxiousness my brother calls humor passed on to his kids is very cute, same joke, 93485908r90 years later, we still laugh because its still that bad of a joke or that my brother ALWAYS SAYS IT….and that becomes the joke and a million years it’s still funny? Family things. I’m sure they see their cousins the same way, “Tina Moni, do you know that Bri looks a lot like you?” I remember when my other set of niece and nephew and my kids would end up playing hide and seek for hours, hours-hours every time they would see each other, they probably would still play today, the big kids that they are, if you gave them the chance.

When I was growing up 6 people in a 3-bedroom apartment and as the youngest, I would say space or privacy was the privileged you flatly were denied not only due to space but my authoritarian parents – try to say that to your kids these days. I would escape to the bathroom to read but even that precious alone time was limited since we only had one bathroom.

Six years ago my brother started his own business. He took my fathers salsa aji recipe and started on his quest to manufacture it. Salsa aji (ah-hee) is the typical staple to accompany meats and empanadas and most meals in the coffee region of Colombia, South America where both my parents are from. Fast forward to now after serious hard work and dedication my brother's production and distribution has grown so much (thank God) that you’re now looking at the only, un-official, Sales Account Executive/Marketing Manager for EMY”S Salsa Aji dot com.
I prefer not having a title, or a business card I just see my brother’s need for help period and my place to lend him a hand. His real help are his shadows, his kids, who at 10 and 12 can spit out pallet calculations and store minimums like seasoned used car salesmen. I was so impressed what a role model for them and inspiration to go out and create their own businesses and live what it has taken all these years, that’s priceless education on many levels.

So, I’ve sold houses before why not salsa? Plus, it’s not available in Miami where the diverse large Latin culture living here would definitely embrace it, sounds like a no-brainer, right? Time to hit all the gourmet stupidmarkets (as they are known in my house) but stupid no longer because they will all want to share a taste of my colorful heritage on their shelves…may it be with the blessing of the Supreme Being salsa aji sales seeds get planted and flourish in Florida as well. Amen.

Salsa aji, anyone?

So, you think you can reinvent yourself?

I AM. Yeah, so I thought I was/am until just the other day when I had a chat with Pete. More on Pete in a moment.
< rewind >
Year: 2009
Mission: to change everything about my life
‘09 stats: moved 3 times, sold 2 homes, changed car and hair color, friends and all furniture, with the exception of my mattress, kitchenware and tv; which has since been upgraded. Boyfriends, and boy friends, girl friends, art work, and finally “job/career”….NEW EVERYTHING…

Yes, I feel like a new person it’s my first “adult apartment” yet I have a long tale of 1950”s Suzy homemaker/MILK this is fun, light feeling and freeing, liberating you can recreate you life, your health, your attitude, Your thoughts create the life you are living, will live, have lived,….

NOW:
Pete and I are sharing the conference table and free WIFI both deep into laptop face. Time passes, work gets accomplished and conversations ensue, cool, it’s all good…
ME
“Ta da da dada here’s my cell phone, let me get yours? Ok great thanks that’s me calling you”
PETE
“Yeah, I know that number”
ME
“What number!? My cell phone number? I just got this phone, it’s new it’s a new new phone with a new number as well ….I was so happy to get a 305 area code back”
PETE
“That used to be one of my first old cell phone numbers. I had that number once before”

SIGH
Can we really change? Are we just regenerating the same old ideas isn’t there more? In the grand universe of cell phones in the Unites States of America can there not be an infinite number of cell phone numbers? AM I asking for too much? I’m just trying to be me all over again but better, conscience, given, helpful and compassionate, should I go on? That’s more my map these days.
Hey, Pete call me sometime… : )

sofloradio.com /The Beast Show /4:20 MMMM

http://www.media.softwar.com/sofloradio/archives/archivefiles/20100816-tbs.mp3

It’s all a numbers game

Everything. It’s the Matrix…the grid…. the number of beads on a rosary, mandala and for some even the number of karats on a ring. How may ______?

Why do the numbers matter? Ever pay attention to the numbers that sort of jump out into your life. I recently bought something special and the got an unsolicited discount price of $111 wow that was a special number to be given.

I started to pay attention, not in a numerology sort of way, but more in what numbers stand out. Example: I bought 2 Gatorades for a thirsty person, the total was $3.21, 3/21 is my birth date, hhhmmmm.

You know when your pennies matter, you start to count them? Well, I have always collected pennies and now find them along with dimes everywhere I go. It is called abundance and it’s also called my mother, Her presence. My mother would stop anywhere including the middle of a busy street to stop and pick up a penny and we would make so much fun of her but now we do the same. I say we because the same thing happens to my sister although she finds more dimes than pennies, ever since our mom passed away ten years ago. Ten years of coins imagine! Whenever I have found these coins it’s as if they are calling out to me in order to be seen because all of a sudden I’ll look down and there it is. It happens very frequently, in different countries, in countries where a 10-cent coin piece is no longer in circulation or used everyday. Weird right? Nope, it’s just my mom. I bend over with a smile, think of her and say a blessing, send her my deep love with a feeling gratefulness because I know she is with me and showing me I’m on my path. Go on a date + find a coin = good sign. Mom's not so hot on who I’ve been seeing on the personal side, hhmmm…LOL

Is that deep or stupid? Meaningful, mindful, superstitious, manic or what? Who knows yet some how finding a symbol for abundance matters to me, emotionally. When do we stop counting? Time doesn’t exist yet we worry about not having enough of it, not using it well, or watch brand watch to invest in. (ß-I wish)

Using your time well is a different matter. Investing in your friendships and associations and how we choose to give your time(energy) to is a different matter.

My position now is as helper. I’m the player who passes the ball so the next one can dunk it: he gets 2 points; I get the assist, we both win! My teams are strong, tough and talented. We all work for ourselves whiling helping each other I like this formula. There are rules but we set, it's not work, its what we do.


"Is it any wonder..." - 70's lyrics


I keep meeting people like you? Is it any wonder things are flowing, life is good? I get critiqued for saying too many "thank yous" on the air and thats valid and not a single question valid again, however in my defense my point of view is one of total complete gratitude, which must be expressed, period. how many times can you say thank you? please? i love you? or just smile at the universe? how many times do you?hhmmmm

A good friend recently came over with photos from her wedding, photos and albums and videos that were so beautiful and special I was very happy to be able to share in her happiness of wedding bliss plus laugh at the bride-zilla moments she allowed herself to have, fantastic! Except then preceded to explain the idea of mapping your way to manifest the man who you want in your life, oops! I wasn’t exactly sure how to take this information. Good advice or old wives tale? Her number is up, I still have the rest of the world to play with. what's that number? hhhmmmm

Either way: I AM helping....if I've helped make you smile or laugh... it's helped.

Blessed are we because we cross paths. …in harmony….with humility & to help one another.

On the AIR

In my mind the white back ground all red cap letters, interior lit, sign common out side studio doors, on sound stages, by audio booths and now pictured in my mind as I sit with head phones on and a mike at my lips in the suburban living of a world class radio talk show host, co-hosting with >ME< an internet broadcast 2 hours long, which then is re-broadcasted at any time & forever via download

Do you think I think about what I AM going to say? No, can’t do it. If I begin to think about what I have to say it is a total disaster.

 Case in point, this is a true story: I recently met a very nice gentlemen with a last name I can’t quite picture in my head or remember how it is pronounced correctly when it matters - like out loud. In my head the million times I repeat it I say it correctly and it rolls off my tongue so easily in my mind  and then when it matters I go all Bridget-Jones-Diary-moment….for real it’s like that serious probably worst than “Titspatrick/Fritz Patrick” What about typo/Faudian slips? Do those count for anything? My pick went out as prick …

AM I supposed to hold back or let her rip? The voice/tongue/thoughts/ideas/views/interests/knowledge/experience/inexperience/laughs/tard-ness//mom-ness/MOM-ness/MO-Factor-ess/….

So much to be done, so much I can or can’t do, so willing to be involved where do I begin?

Rule # 1: I will only be where I AM wanted

A good friend handed a thick book titled: Usage and Abusage A Guide to Good English, thank you again my friend. Think I think about what I say, nope now I think about the words I choose to express myself clearly and concisely as possible for right now and then maybe one day I’ll eve ask a question….

A voice: We are given,

              …..an outlet I am expressing,

                 ……and broadcasting

Blessed AM I for sitting in the folding chair across from the guy with 85902490 years of radio experience who won’t stop making me laugh, can’t help but share his knowledge and has opened this opportunity for moi, MO, Monica Withac, still can’t believe that’s me! Hats off to all those who sat here before; I’m just happy to be here at all.

 Well, at least on the air I can refrain from using certain words in my speech and there won’t be any more droppings a “F” bombs unless its totally called for but other than that I speak from a place I AM learning and discovering the power which carries in a voice. I AM at balance and that which comes from the heart and the mind comes to heal - why give the negative more spin lets shine a light on the positive the beautiful the wonderful.

There are many ways to enter into Coconut Grove I always choose the most scenic lush with greenery and sensory experience - a path worthy of renting a convertible for a day- that's just the path I like to be on one in which I AM grateful for all I see and smell and sense from nature and those around me.

“Reaction man reaction not negative action but positive”

Oh how happy I feel to choose to bring good news and happy stories uplifting crazy esoteric healing homopathic advice and views especaily via being bounced off of the total opposite of views and we still laugh? “Hey makes for good funny radio, yo!”

What a fun way to explore each other’s limits and opinions and share the process through to happy conclusion when so few of us know how to agree to disagree. Here is an outlet to share the many blessing in the people I have met along the way with a message, a musical piece or just peace to share via vibration via the internet via to the world with The Beast!

Do you think I think about what I say? Nope, that which comes from the heart heals. I ask for guidance before I sit down in front of the microphone it calms me not my nerves just ideas of topics and things to discuss…. I plan a show as if I planned a long promo as if I planned a short art fair as if everything I have ever done in my “professional career” has led me to the now and here,

 “right here, right now”- Fat Boy Slim 

So I just go with it seems to be working so far... 

If feels so right as if everything is falling into place as it is suppose to, movement and energies are being exchanged, trust and words are being challenged and yet we are all still rowing in the same direction in the same canoe down the same river ….of happiness, and “Yes, B, the river is made of gold and we all live happily ever after….”

Plus I take notes:

Critic number #2 “Ask questions, don’t suck up”

Hand signs, hand jobs, hands up!

So, can anyone please tell me what happened to the “high-five”? Have you noticed? Proof, just like that - it’s gone? Oh you may see people doing it, offering it to you then you're forced to do it back or look like a la-hoo-zer. Did you know that in some South American countries use of the celebratory high-five is unheard of? I once had to teach a boss how to high-five in order to fit in with our Gringo colleagues - it was so painfully funny, talk about teaching the short bus kids plus she really never got the “oomph” behind the whole gesture. Guess which hand sign I showed her (mentally) a lot 

But really take a look around the high-five has been replaced with the fist bump, news flash, anyone?

Where did this trend come from? I just getting used to the double “C” heart sign that thankfully pushed the slanted peace sign out of the every photo taken everywhere, by everyone and shown everywhere, ugh. You think I exaggerate?

What happened to the days when the hand signs were so simple and minimal: you either had the wave or the finger; take your pick anything beyond that was usually spoken… we spoke to one another and from the heart even! Wow! What a concept.

The power of speech, the power of our words, the intentions behind them and the vibrational power of primordial sounds we chant, listen to, repeat and we heal.

Say what you mean and mean what you say

Seriously, does this even have to be stated? Times are now, do you see it? Understand: what we do today makes for better tomorrows, duh? You just got fired? And you feel down on yourself, worried and insecure? It’s understandable but so are moving on quickly in order to see the opportunities that ARE there waiting to be found. It’s only a matter of letting go and looking with eyes of love.

I good friend recently reminded me of the Louise Hays classic book,  “You can Heal Your Life” and an exercise where you look in the mirror and place our hand over our throat area and say a healing affirmation. Why this area?

The throat represents our will and ability to communicate.

The throat is a weak link that can sabotage us from our paths.

The throat is the channel between our head and out hearts

Knowing that honesty and direct speech patterns are my ways of verbally communicating and knowing how much energy is carried in those words plus how those are received is so important to pay attention to.

“I’m from New Yawk I don’t got time to bull shit, I tell it like it is and how I see it at least you’ll know where I clearly stand, you okay wit dat?” - me

I recently found myself on the phone in a difficult conversation as I knew this call was coming I had prepared myself mentally and emotionally to not receive the negativity that may come my way and instead send love. When the phone rang, I answered with a smile, as the 2 hour chat went on and on and on I decided that each time I would speak I would do so in a slower pace, a softer tone of voice and be quick and to the point. Wow, I can say the change in attitude from fight to uh-oh and dishevelment on the other end was immediate and very obvious. Carefully chosen words spoken from the intention of love causing obvious and total dishevelment from the other party and I silently screamed victory! And secretly pictured just one hand sign in my mind. What? I’m not perfect!

Can’t we all just be real? Step away from your smart phones and look into your own eyes, look into the eyes of those around you… bring back communication to its most basic level I swear I never really understood the power of a simple smile could be so endlessly healing especially when given to a stranger.

Are we are too closed off in our own cellular world to even look up and let go of a smile? I know plenty of people who have no trouble letting go of a fart those are the first ones to look up and grab some clean air before the sink rises.

So, what’s up with not smiling? And this -à : ) don’t count! Geez!

I AM a record producer

I met a special man

With so much music from his hands

Couldn’t believe it was true

There has to be another you

Mystic magic everywhere n nobody’s phased

Cuz all that matters is

if YOU can see the rays?

They’re comin’ from you…

Oh M.r-Sun won’t you please

Shine your light on me!

Allow me to set your music free
So we can all be happy
and share in that power 
so all will find our own true me's


"To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men - that is genius." - Ralph Waldo Emerson


Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you my friend and musical genius of, M.r-Sun

Just like that I’m in….Thanks LeBron!

Many years ago when I was a married, stay at home mom, my life revolved around my husband’s career. Trips, babies and holidays where all planned around his ever encompassing life as a basketball coach, it was by choice there were no complaints, well sort of, but my life was exciting…. by fan standards.

The Coach: extremely driven, well known and respected, recognized and very successful. We traveled a lot with the team(s) because b-ball is a year round sport- bet you didn’t know that. I called it the world tour of high school gyms across Florida but when you have winning teams year after year the “tourneys”, b-ball jargon for tournament, invites pour in and you get travel and play all over the country, fun right? Not so much though when your family grows and you add 3 little kids to the roster. Let me tell you any pregnancy lived out on wooden bleachers ain’t so much fun on the tush and with a belly out to here….thank God for the team manager who knew to keep a supply of Moon Pies for the coach‘s wife’s midnight cravings.

You would think after so many years of being around the court that I would know a little bit about the game but I don’t or rather I do, a lot, but through osmosis. I was the “creative one” in the family and try as I might to move the subject beyond the ball, court, players: high school, college, NBA, even overseas teams, drafts, trades, etc. were tough to compete against. My husband’s “mistress” was everywhere: on TV, in the sports section of the newspaper, in the games on TV, in the highlights clips of the games he had just finished watching on the sports segment of the news, on the 6 AND 11 o’clock broadcast, in the stack games on VHS tapes to review or for scouting other teams, well, you can get the picture.

So was it a surprise to anyone that when the marriage ended so would my association with the sport? Ha! If only I could be so lucky, 2 of the 3 offspring turned out to be tiny carbon copies of their dad. Now try sitting through your kid’s endless series of seasons and enjoy it with a smile. Sounds selfish, right? It was, I tried, I was there but only to watch my kids play and get the chance to cheer for them (I’m LOUD and obnoxious poor kids lol).

Hats off to my son who played for his dad in high school tough spot ‘cause when all the other kids got to go home and complain about the coach mine had to suck it up, live with him and deal and after a loss just imagine that car ride home. Although one of my favorite things to say to my son then was, “want me to go yell at your coach?” it was our joke because this family although somewhat divided stayed together and the Coach and I were mature enough to still be parents and share time as a family together.

Some advice to all divorced parents: make EVERY effort to TRY work together; your kid’s sanity is really what is most important.

So fast-forward to now, 2 college basketball scholarships for a couple of not so tall but really good players- it was all worth it.

And me? I’m grateful. Although I must confess for several months after the initial break up I would have to put the TV on ESPN to fall asleep (hhhmmm) but I cherish the memories of having drinks with Jim Valvano,
 

dinners with Leonard Hamilton, and answering the phone to have Dick Vitale, Billy Donovan or Rick Patino on the other end, watching and drooling over Pat Riley, sitting second row at the Arena behind Mickey Arison at a Heat game, or having something to talk about with Tim Hardaway while we both were getting P.T., and for all the NBA players and college coaches I watch and read about today that I know and can say "I knew them when…." I believe it was those years around the game which gave me the confidence and the “game face” to have my very first interview ever, be a one on one exclusive with his Highness Michael Jordan. (Yes, I have the autographed ball plus photo to prove it)

And now thanks to LBJ there’s new sticker on my car bumper and much to the relief of my kids, I admit… I AM a basketball fan.

Let’s go HEAT!

Anger, Forgiveness and Patience

In the last week a tremendous about of anger, insults, libel, slander and defamation of character has invaded my life. Not to say that I’m used to it but when you’re from New York generally you say what you mean and mean what you say and defend yourself with facts when being attacked and in general most people have a difficult time dealing with that and THE TRUTH.

Perhaps because part of my mission is to uncover injustices, the fake, the faults, basically the B.S., I have learned to also not absorb the negativity that arises at those moments. I once was also an angry person with a short trigger so many things would and could set me off - I believed I might have been born that way perhaps bringing with me a bad temper from another lifetime. So I’ve worked on myself so that in THIS lifetime I wouldn’t feel so angry, so quick to judge, so quick to react, to not be such a New Yawker outside of the 5 boroughs. But the happenings of this last week got me thinking, researching and trying to understand what brought out so much anger from one tiny misunderstanding over a "thing"?

"When reason ends, then anger begins. 
Therefore, anger is a sign of weakness." – His Holiness the Dalai Lama

I grew up thinking my father was such an angry person but when I understood all the injustices, struggles, poverty he grew up with I could see him in another light. Perhaps if there was a way we could see into another person’s sad lifetime we could understand the anger and venom they spit and try to look at them with forgiveness and have patience with them and NOT REACT “for they know not the harm they cause to themselves and others by spewing their own anger”

"If subconscious anger had a parallel in Buddhist writings, it would have to do with what is called mental unhappiness or dissatisfaction. This is regarded as the source of anger and hostility. We can see subconscious anger in terms of a lack of awareness, as well as an active misconstruing of reality."
 -His Holiness the Dalai Lama

I’m not a Buddhist but I have study many different concepts in my search for wisdom and guidance so it comes from all sorts of sources. Many years ago the mailroom guy where I used to work was laughing at my frustration and impatience over something silly but of so much importance at the moment. His laughter of course bothered me until he said, “Girl, you need to go to the supermarket and learn to choose the longest line to wait in.” Classic advice.

I think anger comes from hate; hate is the opposite of love and not the team I choose to play on. I may get angry at times, I’m human, but my anger comes like a comet- hot, fast moving and gone. Not am I a grudge-holder, troublemaker, instigator or hateful person, I smile at strangers and look to help out where I can, in fact there is an imbalance of how much I give to others that is greater than what I give to myself and I’m working on that as well. Just don’t f*ck with me unjustly cause then you too will suffer the wrath that I can spew.

Where there is anger there is a need for forgiveness and patience with that person or situation, many times it may have nothing to do with us personally but the ripple effects can touch so many others it’s just so sad and something that we must forgive. As a good friend said to me this week, “the sooner you forgive, the sooner the healing will begin.” And I have forgiven, said prayers for and wished those persons well. And have applied the “lose early theory” better to lose the few thousand dollars spent already than the couple of more thousand dollars I would have continued to spend in the wrong establishment and in this economy! Pshhh!

Forgiveness is a sign of positive self-esteem.

Forgiveness is realizing that the energy that we spend hanging on to past issues is better spent on improving our present and our future. It is in letting go of the past, that we can move on and live in the present, the NOW.

How do you handle anger? With patience. A person with great patience is someone who is respected, just by their nature, they are trusted, they demonstrate dignity, are loved by others and don’t bring problems with them. Thanks Christopher for being an exemplary example of a peaceful, loving and forgiving person – we should hang out some more, lol.

"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." 
The Buddha

Illusions

There’s a woman at my job who’s office is the most peaceful, Zen like place you would ever imagine to find in a building that makes any US Post Office look like The Delano Hotel. Naturally, I was attracted to enter and compliment on her dimly lit, Dalai Lama poster hanging, bamboo growing, space thinking she was also a calm, compassionate and chill person. That was when I first started working there, turns out the office decor is only an illusion. I guess this is the way this woman would like to be, on the inside, because sadly, she is one of the least peaceful people I have ever worked with.

“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.” - Orson Welles

Blame it on the solar eclipse or what but the curtains are being drawn and the veil lifted thus the illusions are being exposed. I believe we all try to put forth our best, do our best and be our best, especially when we are around other people. Sadly, as well, we’re not always that way with those who we love they get stuck dealing with the less peaceful parts of us- the illusion of that all loving person you went to bed with might wake up looking and acting like Medusa in the morning. We all have our good and bad days but what does it mean when people create illusions that are so far from who they really are as humans? 

I recently made an art purchase I was very excited about because I had seen and loved the piece months before but was unable to afford to buy it and when I saw it again recently as part of an “art show” the only words out of my mouth to the artist were, “that’s mine.” I was so excited and proud of myself for now being able to make the purchase. Unfortunately, for me the transaction came with some conditions that neither the artist nor I were aware of and when I took the piece home after several weeks of being on display, as per the artist instructions, the owner of the venue where I found the artist and piece again i.e. NOT AN ART GALLERY became very upset when I refused to bring it back for the remaining 5 days of the “art show.” And thus I was banned, ex-communicated, asked not to return ever by the owner in not such a nice manner.  I refuse to go where I’m not welcomed but the saddest part of all of that mess was that I had been visiting that venue almost daily for several months and have even blogged about how special and magical the location was. Can you say retraction?

WRONG-O! Another illusion dispersed right before my eyes. How is it possible for these seemingly normal people to put forth and build around them facades which evoke peace and love when in reality there is only anger, resentment, envy, jealousy and hate inside of them which they freely share with those around them? I feel so sorry for the woman at work because she might get a “good morning” with a smile but its all the nasty things being said about her behind her back which make me feel bad for her. I also feel sorry for the owner of the establishment I used to frequent. The good vibes and people which started the business off and kept regulars spending serious money and coming back night after night, like myself, have all but been lost because of the ill manners the owner demonstrates again and again. I really shouldn’t be surprised at how I was spoken to - I’ve seen how poorly he treats his lovely girlfriend but when you treat paying customers so poorly unless your business is a front for some illegal doings you’re not going to stay in business for long and it doesn’t take a business degree from Harvard to figure that one out. 

There is no god higher than truth.  ~Mahatma Gandhi

Kelly says: “SAY LOVE AS OFTEN AS YOU CAN, EVERYDAY”

I’m not a Twitter-er, Tweeter, Twit, ….. whatever, but the one time I check the site out was to see my friend’s Twitter account. She’s special in many ways and just to clarify I didn’t mean “special” al la short bus “special” i.e. mentally challenged. She is so talented and caring and loving it’s amazing. For many, many years I referred to her as my Love Guru I would run to her for advice all the time and what great advice she gives! She is equally generous as creative as is a perfectionist. I cherished our meeting even from before I found out to be known to be friends with her is to hear, “Oh, you’re Kelly’s friends, hhmmmm, she’s is a very special person, that’s good to know you and her are friends.”

Do it! Say it - as often as you can - to yourself, in your head, as you drive, to your co-workers, to strangers and those you truly love….

Just say: LOVE

Is it simple enough for ya? That Tweet was several months ago catching up with the lovely Dr. Kelly she explained how she has taken on LOVE as a serious mission not only for political reason as she explained but also for human reasons. Say love to each and every person you come across see if things change for you. Just having a loving thought towards someone in your line of sight moves you to be on a much higher frequency because by sending it out you will also receive it, the >it< is, LOVE.

It takes some working on especially if that word is not frequently used in your speech pattern. It wasn’t until I was 34 years old, in the mist of huge, heated argument with my Dad that I found the courage to tell him:

“You’ve never, ever said, “I love you”

“But I’ve shown you, no?”

“Yes, but you’ve never said it also needs to be said”

“Okay! Then, I love you!”

“Okay, I love you too”

And like that the word staring to flow into my speech pattern and by flow I mean I was able to say it without getting choked up. Fast forward to now and I say it to everyone so easily and frequently and almost as inappropriately as Nicole Richie used to call guys “hey, gorgeous” on that show. And to watch other people’s reactions is amazing; a study in the human being’s psyche.

“Let’s hug it out, man!”

The MAGIC happens when you see it, call it or accept it?

Magic is happening people,  get with it, wake up!

Why does it feel as if I’m screaming at the top of my lungs and there’s no sound coming out of my mouth? I’m there, in the middle, of that moment, the one moment of purest tension in the black and white movie of our lives....

EXT. BUSY CITY STREET                                                                       

Background freeze, 360 pan shot of  young (wink) upset LADY camera ends in EXTREME CU The darkness of her throat.

I would like to be heard, I want people to listen but where is it that I am supposed to take platform? What am I supposed to say? How do I know to even ask these questions? I don’t know... I'm just following my gut because lately it has shown me magic. Can we get a lil Lil Kim up in here, now?

“Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight

And I'll show you magic

(What? What?) Magic (uh huh uh huh)

I got the magic stick”

On some level it feels as if my secret "Bucket List" is being checked off wish by wish. But I've never made that sort of list, never even thought of what would go on a list like that. I have real thoughts to think of not random acts of desparation to hold on to life of a list of if's you knew you were gonna die. (um, hello? we are all going to die its those who know how to live who die well) And yet my wildest dreams are coming true in some form or another, all on their own lately.....when I've followed my gut like magic, I hold the power and its inside. There is magic to be made and seen and all you have to know is where to look and you’ll see it as well, I promise (What? What?) Maybe this will be helpful a cliff notes version to:

“How to See Magic”

In order to see the magic in your life, one must remember to always 

Look…

 with the eyes of a child

 with your Heart

 with Compassion

 with Hope

 with Faith

 with Gratitude

 with Forgiveness

at and in every situation and moment life brings us, especially the tough ones!

I know of another magic place the Oracle Bar- that place is really magically inclined mainly because of the many people who hang out there are of a higher vibration which naturally penetrates your aura and helps pulls you up and allows you to let go so that energies can move, flow and the magic can happen...

Say: “BULA, Love to the heavens and earth”

“Believe me, you can’t afford me”

Cute and cuddly as it is, happy as a 13-year old jumping around because her crush gave her a teddy bear as I was to accept this surprise gift….don’t think I can be bought so easily. I just want to clarify that. So, why make such a big deal about a teddy bear? Because most guys don’t need to make any effort anymore.  : -|

Fossil check time or not, the fact of the matter remains “relationships” have become as cheap and easy to get as a cell phone. The speed and overall manner in which general relationships i.e. friends, lovers,… develop now a days can be correlated with the ever improving technological world we live in today, and more directly with cell phones. Some kind of theory huh? But hear me out.

Remember when you had the brick and cell phone minutes were so expensive? We didn't talk much via the cell then. Remember when you had to invest time in someone in order to get to know him or her, to see if you liked each other and you had to physically be together to do that? Think about when we had to remember someone’s phone number and waiting to go through all the digits on a rotary phone – ha! and if you were nervous and misdialed? Sigh, oh the effort just to ask, “Hello, is so-and-so home?”  :- 0

Think about the all the number of ways we can connect with someone today how quickly and instantaneously we can click, to see if we “click.” Communication at the speed of light, relationships created simply by accepting a friend request on FaceBook, emails, IM’s, text and sext messages, web cam, Skype, IPhone -we are right there reaching out to another human being in the least of human ways, and then we wonder why the relationship didn’t work out. As an early adapter I’m all for technology but when it comes to relationships I’ve (had) to learned TIME is my friend. :- /

Sadly, one over-nighted stuffed animal is a HUGE effort these days. Yo! when was the last time you've seen a guy make a move to show his appreciation for a woman he likes or has  been with? And buying drinks doesn't count!

You all know what I’m talking about boys, I’m not male bashing here at all, I love men, but I’m am sure even the nicest of the nicest of guys has been an asshole given the opportunity and its not all your fault because we women allow it. And if we don't we're considered a biatch. X- (

Why have we allowed ourselves to be courted by emoticons, LOL and smiley faces? Who knew a single parenthesis could make or break your day? It’s time to reach out with your HEART and TOUCH someone. The power of touch is just so important, the the exchange of energy shared at that moment, magical. Ask any lonely elderly person when was the last time they felt a warm hand on theirs and what it made them feel like. As a Reiki Master I know the importance of touch and the power it has to heal. One day walking through the Haight-Ashbury District in San Francisco a really smelly homeless man approached me and ask, “Can you spare a hug?” *-*

Thanks Diana for reminding us to…

Reach out and touch

Somebody’s hand

Make this world a better place

If you can


p.s. on the evening after writing this posting my beloved IPhone was misplaced, thank you to the universe for the sign and believe it or not I'm really LMAO about this whole story now!
peace.

Ladies listen up: THERE ARE GOOD MEN OUT THERE!

Several years ago I decided to work with a life coach to help me in the one area of my life that really wasn’t working at the time: relationships. Never having worked with a life coach before I wasn’t sure what to expect. My coach started me out with a simple theory, assuming there are about 4 million people living in the U.S. and we can guess that half of them are male, out of the 2 million available men (theoretically) it shouldn’t be that difficult to find one. He taught me positive affirmations to use and encourage me to use the internet to make new friends.

Not being an EHarmony type of girl, I followed his suggestions and posted a profile on JDate, not that I’m Jewish but I figured that would be a safe place to start and with the screen name of “SexyShiksa” I was off into the world of internet dating.

I did well for a gentile and met a few very nice men some I’m still friends with, but there was one special Jewie in London where there seemed to be a real connection. Mr. London moved to Africa for work and a short time later ran into all sorts of drama, apparently was ambushed and rushed to the hospital. I suffered with the news but also started thinking something wasn’t right. Then I received a call from a supposed doctor asking for money to cover the cost of the operation Mr. London needed in order to save his life. Aha, can you say scammer? Well I did, never sent a dime and ended that association immediately.

Fast forward 2 years later when I receive an IM from guess whom? Mr. London!

Not believing any stories now yet we still got to talk. Turns out that his story was true- you can see a difference in the photos that he’d been through something intense. I’m not a grudge holder nor am I interested in dating him now and so we agreed to be friends, but not before hearing how hurt he was by my calling him a scammer and my explaining what was I suppose to think and he saying it had taken him 2 years to get over me. As I listened, I thought “oh, whatever” and also “yada, yada, yada” but actually for a “pseudo-scammer” he did remember many details about me and my life, hhhmmm. The following day I found a huge box on my desk at work with a big teddy bear and chocolates inside and a note saying “I’m sorry.” A surprise action I never would have expected from someone who I never met, who I abandoned in a time of need, who I insulted greatly and well basically cut out of my life.

Some people who have heard the story still find it fishy and they may be right but for right now, for me, that teddy bear signifies an exchange of energy from the past that today opens the door to having a possible friend or at least knowing that a guy, who I thought wasn't a good guy, turned out to be this guy. And he’s not the only one.

I know lots of “good guys” I mean really good people, they are out there ladies, it just takes looking with an open heart and mind.

If you work on yourself to be that good person, the universe, through the law of attraction, will bring them (back) to you.

“She’s just a little corporately challenged”

Like a fish out of water or the thinking salmon’s forever unfulfilled wish to just “go with the flow….”

Marie Antoinette walked softly to her death, did she not? I ask, I wasn’t there, obviously, but maybe someone else might know. I would imagine so since her world was created for her, around her, as she so desired, everything and anything her whole life, what else would she know? Sometimes its good to be Queen of France sometimes not so much. I would imagine the innocence of her life’s intentions provided her with the courage to take those final steps to a most certain death, no?

I’m not walking the path to getting my head chopped off, nor am I going to allow a non-functioning, bush league corporation kill my spirit, my creativity or me. But I am looking at career like death and renaissance approaching and just like my friend Marie I am tenderly walking that path with my head held high and the exception that I will move on to bigger and better, maybe like Marie did?
There is a new time upon us, its a time for ACTION to do what we were put here to do. Think you have a lot a time left, think again and take notice of what's really happening in the world today, can you remember a time with so many natural disasters happening one after another? I can't. Come out of your box and DO what makes you happy, you'll have a great answer to "what did you do with your life that was worthwhile?" when you reach the pearly gates.

For 3 months I had the opportunity to ask myself every morning while I was not rushing to get the j.o.b. one of the toughest questions I have ever faced:

What can I do today that will make me happy?

Why is such a simple question so difficult to answer? Maybe because we have lost ourselves in the make believe worlds of corporations and careers with large organizations that have us so trained to follow we might as well be cattle on the slow moving line to the slaughter house a.k.a. a promotion, bonus, recognition for job well done? How can LIFE, FULFILLMENT, PURPOSE fit in with that crowd?

What happened to the American spirit? The one were you can do anything? I believe the “can do” message was missed in another useless, endless staff meeting, or its on a memo somewhere on the bottom of that stack of papers on your desk you no longer see it’s been there so long. Or its been lost along with the trust we had in our corporations, banks and such.

I started writing this blog once I realized the corporate way was not for me at least not in this one; which runs on third-world country mentality and blatant harassment both sexual and mental, but it’s okay that’s the way they “coach” their employees. God Bless America where there exist laws to protect hard working citizens. Lawyers take note there’s a building in this city with a shit load of discrimination, sexual harassment cases waiting to be tried, unfortunately for those suffering from these situations mostly been subjected to so many scared tactics and threats they have lost their voice in fear of retaliation or lost of income or they just aren’t aware of the rights they now have working in this country. I have a voice and I will use it. For some reason I was the first in my family to be born in this country, I never really understood why until now…

I’m from New Yawk, I know my rights, so don’t fuck with me