Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Has anyone seen my marbles??


Is it obvious that I was enamored with this little boat of marbles?  As a child I loved playing with marbles and I think it was more because I was drawn to the designs in the glass than the game itself. 

In 2008, we attended the Chihuly exhibit at the Desert Botanical Garden, see my Chihuly page for more pictures of this amazing exhibit.

If only I could have that boat of marbles...

Sunday, May 16, 2010

How I spent Saturday

Yesterday, I went to Boyce Thompson Arboretum with a friend.  We had a wonderful time enjoying each other's company, spotting wildlife and taking in nature's latest pallet of color.


There are a few more pictures added to the bottom of my Hiking page.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

New in the Garden

The iceplant cometh.
Last blooms on an old Morning Glory vine.
New Morning Glory vine, about 4 inches tall with a very large bloom.

I found all of these lovely blooms in the garden this morning.  I am inspired to spend time later today and over this weekend, pulling grass and dead plants so that I can put in the summer plants.

Strange goings on

I had the strangest experience today that once again causes me to ponder psychic phenomenon or possible severe mental issues. Before I launch into today, let me begin by going back a couple of days. While sleeping Tuesday night, I had this face flash into my mind, causing me to wake up with a jolt. The face was very clear in my mind, but it didn’t belong to anyone I knew. The key features were that he was looking at me, smiling (big smile like maybe he was laughing) with dark eyes and dark hair. I thought it was odd that this would wake me up but maybe that was because the face was so immediately in my head, out of the blue, not part of another dream. After several minutes of pondering whether I could have seen this man at work or on TV or somewhere else, I gave up and forgot about it.

Back to today, I had a consult this morning with a specialist about some dental pain I have been having for the past month. The first thing the doctor said to me was have we met somewhere before? I was still a little sleepy and was only thinking about what this guy might find in my mouth so I looked up at him, looked him over a bit and said, “no I don’t think so”. He was pondering how we might have met and so I said were you around the last time I came into that office which was around 8 years ago? I was there for a root canal performed by another doctor. He said he probably was there. I didn’t point out that 8 years is a long time to remember someone who we might have glanced at as passersby. I get a lot of people asking whether we have met before and for some reason I didn’t want to ponder this, rather, I wanted to chalk it up to one of my many doppelgangers. Within possibly 1 minute of thinking that, it was like the fog lifted and I clearly saw the face of the man in my dream again and felt a distinct, crystal clear realization that this was that man.

Thereafter, the entire time spent at my appointment felt strangely surreal. I felt nervous and I’m not normally nervous due to all the time I’ve spent in their chairs. It was like I had something to hide or feeling exposed somehow.

I came home and did a quick search, and the man is very accomplished. Has impressive credentials, married and a child. Also, he is not from here so it’s not plausible that we’ve seen each other in that “it’s a small world” kind of way.

I don’t know what the heck this was about, but I am beginning to think I should go see a psychic. I have had other strange things happen in the past but this just doesn’t seem like a normal occurrence. Whatever it was, I felt chilled to the bone and still do.

I was joking about this being attributed to a possible mental issue. After all, I did have that time where I felt sick at work and over the morning, started having anxiety to the point where I knew I had to leave and leave then. While driving home, I happened to spot a guy sitting on some fencing that arches over a walkway that runs across a freeway below. The guy looked upset, like he was crying. I called the police and it was reported later that he had attempted suicide. That incident left me high strung for a while.

What are your thoughts? Does this sort of stuff happen to you?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Lyric excerpt that speaks to me

And as we lie beneath the stars, we realize how small we are.  If they could love like you and me, imagine what the world would be.

From Nickelback, If Everyone Cared

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Wishing all the mother's in my life a wonderful Mother's Day.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

To just be

I have given some thought to my state of mind today, particularly because I am procrastinating on my chores, errands and basically doing anything productive.  Hmm?? Why am I not getting my arms length of stuff done instead of sitting in front of my computer for like the past 3 hours?

The need to relax can partly be explained due to getting back to work this week.  I quickly discovered what a shock it was to the system it to go back to the working world.  Getting up at 4 a.m. to do Yoga and work out, then working all day which has been very physical, then come home in time to make dinner, unwind and do it all over again.  Don't get me wrong, I am happy to be working, to be out of the house and hopefully on my way to creating a more realistic and normal life.  It feels good and I feel energetic mentally, but at least initially it has also physically drained me.  Still recovering from the meds for treating a "sinus infection" might explain some of it too.

In returning to this state of the "real" world, I am realizing that I need to find my purpose, my happy place, my yang to the yen of this new state, my upside.  So I think that my taking this time to procrastinate for a bit today is about that.  Putting a balance into my week, catching up on emails and Facebook before I set about on another busy day.

To just listen to my body.  To just relax for a bit.  To just breathe.  To just be.

“Smile, breathe and go slowly”  Thich Nhat Hanh