Posted on Jun 12th, 2009
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I was invited by Elese Coit to attend The Big Chat conference in LA. It starts today, but honestly, the gas and food money won't come through until today so I'll have to start driving after the money is ready!
I was contacted by Social Media Group to see if I'd like to test drive a Mercury Mariner Hybrid and blog about it.
Both of these opportunities came through around the same time, so I asked for the Hybrid to drive to CA with. I drove it on Wed for about 8 hours and used half a tank of gas. I hope it will save us money on gas during the trip, although high speed driving uses the gas engine, and slow speeds use the electric motor.
But, I've made the drive from Denver to LA CA about 8 times, maybe less, in the past 12 years. We know it takes about 18 hours and usually costs about $600 in gas.
I blogged earlier about The Big Chat. I think I'll be doing some soul-searching to uncover or reveal the things that I'm really passionate about and learning or exploring how in the world to make a living from those things. Or maybe not. I don't exactly know what we'll be doing; it will be a surprise. Perhaps we're just going to talk about how to make positive change in the world; what conditions need to arise in order to foster change in myself or in others. I don't yet know at this point whether it will be about practical applications for my dreams, or theoretical explorations about what's possible.
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My soul is directing my learning, for I never stop self-education. Currently, it's focusing on how to allow myself to be human and make mistakes, how to connect my creative self with my daily-mundane self, how to tap into my soul's desire for what I really want in life, how to tap into my own special talents to reach the rest of the world that hungers for knowledge.
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Posted on May 19th, 2009
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It's a challenge to bring a young mobile child to the grocery store. I'd like to encourage young moms to remember that when children are three, they want independence but they're not quite ready. Use the child seat and safety belt in the grocery cart/buggy, no matter how much they protest.
One time last month my son wanted to go in the main basket instead of in the dedicated child seat in the grocery cart/buggy. I let him do it. I handed things for him to put in the basket. As he was bending down to place an item, he lost his balance (and I wasn't even pushing the cart!) and banged his face on the metal edge of the basket. There I was, carrying a screaming, bleeding toddler through the store to the meat department, where they offered me their sink and a bag of ice. He was fine after that.
This week I went back to the same store. This time, my son only wanted to get in the kind of cart that had a plastic car with a little steering wheel attached. Since none were available, I let him walk next to me. I stood in line at the bank in that grocery store, and while it was my turn, my son wandered. He encountered an 18 month old toddler and started playing chase with him while I was occupied at the teller's. I turned around and found the other little boy had wandered deep into the fruits and vegetables section, but my son was nowhere to be found.
I dropped the question I was asking the teller and began a light jog through the produce section. He was not near the balloons in the florist section. He was not anywhere in the produce section. He was not in the bathroom. By this time I simply began shouting his name through the store. I began asking random people if they'd seen a little boy. No one had.
Now people were becoming alarmed. There was a lady jogging through the store shouting her son's name. There must be a lost child. Then I found a person who said she saw him run that way. I was on his trail. Now people began signaling to me as I ran. There must have been three people who just pointed the direction they saw him run. They just KNEW what I was jogging for.
"Little boy? Blond hair?" His finger pointed to his left, back towards the balloons.
I rounded the corner, two more people waved at me, signaling he had passed. A man near the teller's station tried to stall him while he waved to me that my son was there.
My son made a little trip around the store, but found his way back to where he lost me. I met him back at the bank. I picked him up, found the nearest chair in the movie rental section, and gave him a time out.
I asked him to repeat after me, "I will stay next to mommy in the store."
I'm grateful that the people in the store rallied together to help me reunite with him. When I think on what happened, I could easily have avoided this if only I'd taken a shopping cart and strapped him in. I'm vulnerable in the store in two places, at the bank and at the checkout, oh, and if I have to stand in line at customer service. Any time attention has to be on something else for more than 30 seconds, moms are vulnerable and need to make sure their child is secured and can't run away. A three year old does not yet have the presence of mind to remember to stay close. I saw a three year old boy leading his mommy on a wild goose chase through the parking lot. He was having a blast, running in front of my car, weaving in and out of parked cars, playing "chase" with his frustrated mom. They will run away at that age.
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Posted on May 13th, 2009
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What a strange day it's been, and I don't know what to make of it. I awoke with a dream of someone I know giggling while they put a black widow spider on the back of my neck and asking it to bite me. I didn't know if this dream was a warning that something I said on my interview yesterday was wrong, or if it was a foreshadowing of something to come. I could imagine two different situations it could apply to, but can't go into it here.
I received wrong directions from a gas station attendant.
I began paying attention to my backyard because I've let it go to waste for five years. I was picking up trash, moving flagstones with my son, and trying to get the slide back on the plastic playhouse, to no avail.
Then I showed my good neighbor what I had done. He's in his mid 70s. We talked like normal, I walked him around my backyard and escorted him back to his yard. Then I went to close my garage door so the dogs won't run away when my 3 year old scooted over to talk to our neighbor in his yard.
It was only the amount of time it took me to clear the trash can from blocking the garage door! It must have been two minutes that my son was talking to him in his yard. Then my son comes running to tell me "he fell down."
When I got there, my neighbor was unconscious but breathing hard. He has a history of seizures. He had had a seizure while sitting and talking with my son. His own grown son came out of the house to tell him he had a phone call, and he had already fallen by then, and there my son was, looking at him. He'd gashed his head on the cement or rocks and his blood was mixed with the mud from his freshly watered yard.
By then another male neighbor had come over and we three discussed what to do. Should we call the hospital? His son told us he'd heard he was not supposed to call the ambulance after a seizure. I asked for a towel to get the mud off his face. I wiped off the blood that was pooling in his eye, and cleaned the mud from his face. I saw the contusion was large, already black and blue, right on the side of his forehead. What if he gave himself a concussion or what if he had injuries? He couldn't talk to us. He was breathing deeply as if in a deep sleep.
When I suggested that his injury was pretty bad, then the neighbor suggested the son had better call the ambulance. The son was sure he'd come out of the seizure by the time help arrived. However, he still wasn't responsive when the paramedics came. But he did struggle when they put the neck brace on and strapped him to the stability board. I watched as they took him away, and his lady friend who had been on the telephone had arrived and decided to ride in the ambulance.
Oh, the thoughts that go through my head! I have to take deep breaths to chase away the thought that perhaps the exercise he got while walking in my yard brought on the seizure, or perhaps my little son had said something or triggered a memory that caused the seizure? Then I can counter those thoughts with the suggestion made by my older son, that it was a good thing our young son was there when the seizure happened so he could run and tell me. When we question him, the information we get is that our neighbor was sitting down, he didn't look good, then he fell. My 3 year old was the only witness.
My neighbor's son said perhaps it was a good thing he had gone to my yard because he was about to get in his car and drive to his lady friend's house. It would have been more disasterous if the seizure happened in the car.
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I just heard that he's woken up and can remember being in my backyard, but not the fall. That's good news.
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Posted on Feb 20th, 2009
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Really, there are no appropriate words for the kind of love one feels when one opens to God consciousness. I haven't done it but for a second or two, but I'd like to go there more often! There really isn't a phrase or word to even describe the state. "God consciousness" isn't quite it. "Krsna consciousness" is a movement, not really a state of being, though they will tell you so. (Hari Bol) "Awake" "enlightened" are common phrases, but not really it.
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