Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Decade: 2000-2009


2000: Met Carl

2001: Married Carl, fell in love with Maine in November

2002: Spent birthday in Ireland & legally changed my name

2003: Quit 9-5 management job - began producing documentary; traveled all around U.S. (favorite destination - D.C.)
2004: Launched
LAwritersgroup.com
2005: Documentary released, spent month writing in Prague

2006: Graduated USC with Masters in Writing

2007: Learned Vedic Meditation; spent time in New York City (amazing)

2008: Trained for a marathon, ran further than I knew I was capable of; began Vedic studies

2009: Went to India & became a
Vedic Meditation Teacher.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Your higher self is waiting.


Catch the express train. Vedic Meditation. There is only one destination - evolution.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Writers Group


I am a co-founder and partner in
LAwritersgroup.com and run weekly writers groups in my home. These groups run in 8-week increments so we're winding down for the year. Last night was our second-to-last session and I wrote along with the writers. One of the prompts was to start with one of several lines of poetry. I chose "I think how day hides the stars..." and went from there. I haven't edited this from the "freewrite" so it may need a little tweaking but I wanted to share. (My students are now grinning and saying "no disclaimer! no disclaimer!" which is what I tell them when they read what they've just written...)

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I think how day hides the stars, how the sun bends the air around itself, creating a curve, a warp that we follow blindly. Don't stare at the light too long for it can bring only darkness. I think about the way that every electron has its mate; separate them and they communicate by telepathy, instantaneously adjusting their spin, their shape, the moment either one recognizes the observer. I think of the observer who looks above at noon and sees nothing but blue or gray but never sees the shards of light that wait for night, for attention, for observation. I think how matter hides the empty space between the center of life and the energy that keeps us all compressed and clinging to an idea that we are here, now, and not perhaps somewhere far in the future, looking at distant time through a telescope without realizing it is a conduit to the big bang, which is here, now, hurtling toward us. I think how if one took all of the empty space from every atom and allowed electrons to nestle next to the nuclei, the protons to wrap themselves around the family, then all of humanity would fit in the palm of my hand, the way you hold a sugar cube flat out for the horse to gingerly pick it up with pursed lips, allowing it to fall between its teeth - so sweet. I think how emptiness is for scientists and angels and the observer paces in echoing corridors.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Self


"That which is not never comes into being, and that which is never ceases to be." BaghavadGita


What does this mean?
That which is not = objects as separate from the Self
That which is = the Self

Simple really. All is That.