As Time Goes By..

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Some variable pre – Venus stationing direct musings:

When I reflect on love gone by, I forget most of the details. I appreciate what wasn’t said, what wasn’t seen, what wasn’t heard. I miss the muted palette of true communion.

As much as I love to write, think, speak, read, words are not necessary.

It is all about nuance.

If I were to embark on a new romance, it would be with someone who already knows me. You may wonder ” What does she mean by that?” So I will tell you. I do not mean a doover ( my word for do-over) with a former flame. NO way, Jose. I mean with someone new who’s not really new.

Let me bring in the heavy artillery here to better explain. It would be less like reality TV and more like Casablanca. I highly recommend you follow my link to YouTube to watch the clip I found. It really sets the mood.

Check out this clip: Casablanca

This is one of my favorite films and I don’t especially favor old flicks. This movie is timeless. seamless, subtle, spacious…

Behind the scenes much work is done to make it this way. However, I want a man like Rick, strong and confident and emotionally available. A real man. I could visit Rick’s cafe and feel right at home. Yes, I have dreamed of Morocco many times.

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But it is so much more than the content. These two lovers know one another and it is evident in their facial expressions, body language, energetic flow. Content is fine, but just background to the true narrative. The music, the soulful gazes, the striking black and white, the mystery. Like the Linda Ronstadt song, Just one look is all it took.

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The space between the words is sublime. Eckhart Tolle would approve! This production is so much more than words. This is the love of the Divine in action.

You may think this post is a movie review and you would be mistaken. It is an attempt of mine to articulate what love looks like to me today. I am bored with introductions and quizzes about veggie or gluten-free, dogs or cats, pizza or tacos, Beatles or Stones, Sag or Pisces, climate change or economic equality, PC or Mac, Twitter or Facebook, paper or plastic ( I am kidding here, or am I?)

No more back story, move me towards midplot please!

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No more blazing technicolor for me. Give me muted tones,  soft silhouettes, simple lines. Sharp angles and harsh imagery, not this time. Been there, done that. If there’s to be any drama, it better be classic all the way.

When I reflect on those I truly loved, the highlights were subtle and steeped in sweet simplicity. We already knew one another. Introductions were just formalities to progress the story towards midplot. The residue of love remains to some degree for any I ever loved. We never unlove anyone entirely. That is fine by me.

Venus is going direct on September 6th and this transit has been outwardly quiet for me. Maybe all that inner work of releasing actually made a difference. Or maybe any unfinished business is finally finished. Or perhaps I have changed so much that none of this matters anymore.

I will eventually come to peace with not knowing.

As time goes by..

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Sisterhood of the Traveling Business Cards

Miracles happen in my world.

I have had some recent conversations with a diverse group of people this week. Spirituality was discussed with family and friends and I was enriched by each encounter. Conversations such as these often help me clarify my opinions and refine my worldview. Miracles were on the menu and here is my current definition. A miracle is an experience that totally surpasses the limits of my wildest imaginings. Let me tell you, my imaginings are quite wild so the bar for miracles is set very high.

Here is an example of what I would call an everyday miracle. An under the radar, subtle occurrence that defies logic or my wildest imagining. It happened a few weeks ago, but I held off on sharing it here. With the Pisces Full Moon approaching and Neptune opposing Jupiter adding significant woo-woo to the mix, the time for sharing this nugget of magic has arrived.

I have a friend who I met in 2002 when I first started practicing Quakerism. We will call her Mary. Mary and her husband are lovely, kind, generous people who made me feel at home immediately. While Mary’s husband is on Facebook, Mary is not so inclined. Mary and I began to drift apart once I stopped attending Quaker worship. My separation from the faith slowly drove a wedge between us. No one is to blame. It was a natural progression.

So I was very surprised to receive an email from her right after Dexter died. We have been out of touch for over a year, maybe longer. The content of this email blew me away. I will share the miraculous portion of the communication here. I know Mary would approve.

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Around the time I started this blog, I had ordered new business cards. This was a big deal for me as I was beginning to shift my focus to metaphysical services. I historically have had poor success attracting business with cards. Yet many people, like my late friend Robert, would ” nudge ” me to be more proactive in marketing myself.  So I created these new cards and began handing them out as Spirit dictated. I tend to display some cards at local businesses that have a positive vibe. The Night Kitchen is a popular local bakery ( see above) that had an assortment of cards and brochures from local artisans and healers and other business people. I have left a few cards there on occasion. Just to be clear, I have never received a phone call or email as a result of leaving my cards on display. NEVER. I have been much more likely to receive referrals by word of mouth or via the internet ( this blog, Facebook, etc,) That has not deterred me from leaving cards, but I want to be clear that I have wondered if anyone has ever picked up one of my cards.

That is, until now.

On the morning that Dexter became ill, Mary and her husband traveled to my neighborhood to attend Sunday meeting for worship. They went first to the Night Kitchen to get some coffee and treats. This was prior to the 10:30 AM services. Mary noticed my business cards because she liked the design and the font. She picked one up and saw it had my name on it. She decided to keep it with her and contact me later on. She thought of me during the worship service. The service was between 10:30 and 11:30 AM. This was the exact time period when Dexter woke me up and I prepared to get him to the vet. I was frightened and prayed I could keep it together to get both of us out the door and to the vet as soon as possible. I was barely awake and feeling very disorganized. While I was getting though this difficult day, she was praying for me. Quakers call it holding one in the light. 

Around this time that the service would be breaking up, I came home briefly to update people on Facebook about Dexter. I was informing my friends that we were heading to the veterinary hospital because his condition was very serious. Later that evening I updated Facebook again to let everyone know that Dexter had passed on. Mary’s husband is a Facebook friend and he informed her about Dexter. Both Mary and her husband have house sat both of my cats. They also are cat people and have had to put down one of their precious babies around the time I lost Jasmine. They took great care of Jasmine and Dexter when they lived nearby. Mary emailed me with her condolences and informed me about the events of that day.

This event is a miracle in my book. What seems like a string of random events were perfectly orchestrated to give me strength when I desperately needed it. Remember, no one before has ever contacted me to say they found one of my cards. Also keep in mind that I was no longer in touch with Mary or her husband ( except for a very loose Facebook connection). I did not even know he read my Facebook updates. When I read her email I was shocked by its contents. But on another level, I was soothed by her words. I was being taken care of by Spirit in a way that defied explanation. I was being lifted up, unbeknownst to me.

Jupiter and Neptune together are all about faith, miracles, and over the top outcomes. Fortunate encounters, fortuitous fortune, shimmering exuberance, playful joy, expanded perception, etc..  I especially like and would add the phrase ethereal voyage. On one of the worst days of my life, there was an ethereal voyage taking place behind the scenes. It was a voyage that reignited the sisterhood of two dear friends (spiritual sisters) via the magic of a single business card.

Wishing everyone an ethereal voyage on this upcoming Pisces Full Moon.

Shades of Awakening Summit: Spirituality and Mental Health

Hello litebeings,

While many of you know I have been a practicing therapist with a strong transpersonal orientation, most do not know about one of my pet research topics ~ spirituality and psychosis. I did some research in grad school on the psychosis process from a micro to macro perspective and emphasized both the intersection between psychosis across cultures and how mental health symptoms intersects with mystical experiences. I was hungry to do more and a few years later I partnered with a psychologist to edit and complete a book on spiritual emergencies. The book project was permanently shelved but my passion for the topic has only increased over time.  I have intended to blog on this topic, but have not really done so as of yet.

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However …….

I want to inform those who are curious about how Chiron ( the wounded healer) operates in one’s life that there is an excellent free online summit happening this weekend. I just finished listening to one of the interviews and was quite impressed. I plan to listen to more of the speakers and invite you to check this out.

Here is the link:

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Let me know what you think of the series and the topic in general. I would love to hear from any shamans ( part-time or otherwise) to get their take on this material also.

Namaste

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Full Moon and Leo Bonanza ~ R U Wide Awake or Having a Teenage Dream?

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In just a little while the Capricorn Full Moon will be upon us. Happy July to everyone. Can anyone tell me where the first half of 2015 went? What a rollercoaster ride it has been!

This morning Venus cozy-ed up to Jupiter at 21 degrees Leo. Saturn is demanding caution with a square at 29 degrees Scorpio.  Uranus is trining the lovebirds at 20 Aries and Mercury is sextiling them at 19 Gemini. So many planets are pairing up today. With the full moon we have Sun conjunct Mars in wide opposition to Pluto. Pluto is conjunct the Moon.

We have such a full plate with most of the solar system in play. Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Pluto are getting busy today. So much to absorb and so little time. Do we focus on Blazing Sun in Cancer or Controlling Moon in Capricorn? Mars and Pluto are 2 sides of the same coin and Cancer/ Capricorn are mommy and daddy with plenty of edge. With my 7th house all lit up with Leo magic, I am going to discuss the nature of enlightened relationships.

I am led to use A Course in Miracles today to illustrate how 3D world limitations can impact how we love and who we love. Here is an excerpt from The Manual for Teachers, page 6 & 7:

What Are the Levels of Teaching?

The teachers of God have no set teaching level. Each teaching-learning situation involves a different relationship at the beginning, although the ultimate goal is always the same; to make of the relationship a holy relationship, in which both can look upon the Son of God as sinless. There is no one from whom a teacher of God cannot learn, so there is no one whom he cannot teach. However, from a practical point of view he cannot meet everyone, nor can everyone find him. Therefore, the plan includes very specific contacts to be made for each teacher of God. There are no accidents in salvation. Those who are to meet will meet, because together they have the potential for a holy relationship. They are ready for each other.

The simplest level of teaching appears to be quite superficial. It consists of what seem to be very casual encounters; a “chance” meeting of two apparent strangers in an elevator, a child who is not looking where he is going running into an adult “by chance,” two students “happening” to walk home together. These are not chance encounters. Each of them has the potential for becoming a teaching-learning situation.

Each teaching-learning situation is maximal in the sense that each person involved will learn the most that he can from the other person at that time. In this sense, and in this sense only, we can speak of levels of teaching. Using the term in this way, the second level of teaching is a more sustained relationship, in which, for a time, two people enter into a fairly intense teaching-learning situation and then appear to separate. As with the first level, these meetings are not accidental, nor is what appears to be the end of the relationship a real end. Again, each has learned the most he can at the time. Yet all who meet will someday meet again, for it is the destiny of all relationships to become holy. God is not mistaken in His Son.

The third level of teaching occurs in relationships which, once they are formed, are lifelong. These are teaching-learning situations in which each person is given a chosen learning partner who presents him with unlimited opportunities for learning. These relationships are generally few, because their existence implies that those involved have reached a stage simultaneously in which the teaching-learning balance is actually perfect. This does not mean that they necessarily recognize this; in fact, they generally do not. They may even be quite hostile to each other for some time, and perhaps for life. Yet should they decide to learn it, the perfect lesson is before them and can be learned. And if they decide to learn that lesson, they become the saviors of the teachers who falter and may even seem to fail. No teacher of God can fail to find the Help he needs.

When I began to study The Course back in 1988, I took great comfort in this lesson. My primary love relationship was complicated and I wanted to be okay with the length of time we would have together. I wanted to surrender to the miracle of two seemingly individual souls meeting, connecting, and then appearing to separate when their mission was complete.  Looking at today’s planetary events, I cannot help but think about the impact one’s parents or caretakers have on romantic entanglements. When does one’s slippery abusive father fail to impede one’s appreciation for the truly decent male partner?When does memories of smothering mommy no longer culminate in disabling asthma and the inability to commit? What is required to see ourselves as whole and innocent, so we can project that innocence to all the others we encounter as we move through space and time?

When I meet a new person, am I really seeing them clearly? How much sludge must be cleaned and is clearing a job that never ends? My buddy Matt Kahn has said that clearing is over and I certainly hope so. I often wonder who I am relating to and who is watching me in the figurative rear view mirror?

Jupiter Venus Mercury, and Uranus certainly make life exciting and new, and yet… I decided to work this transit and but some lottery tickets today. My 5th house is lit up so I figured some random gambling is in order. I see so many numerical sequences all the time so why not put them to some use?  Frankly I am proud that I took a small risk on abundance and adventure.  It is not much of an investment, though, when you can easily afford the potential loss. With love, the stakes are so much higher. While I have spent so much time and effort letting go of those relationships that were 2nd level teachings, it seems like the process has lasted a lifetime. This is where Saturn’s handiwork is most palpable. With so many of my past partners reappearing years later for a command performance, I have to wonder if time even factors into these connections. Perhaps the answer lies outside of space and time.

My inner teenager is activated in the beginning of any attraction. She is idealistic, hopeful, glowing, and beaming with possibility. No one told me she would live inside me all of my life. The more awakened aspect of me can often create distractions or manipulates the intentions I put out for manifestation. In other words, my spiritual wisdom can sometimes be used to distance myself from the yearnings of my heart. This is often unconscious, but lately not so much.

I have been crying with abandon lately, and it is healing. I do not understand why, but I just go with it.  I believe my heart chakra is opening up even more than I thought possible. It is exciting and scary, but isn’t that par for the course?

Or should I say “Course” ?

Fellow Scorpio Katy Perry does a fine job expressing the joy of eternal youth ( Leo) and the hardened “enlightened” approach ( Capricorn) .

What archetype is most alive in your consciousness now? This is a perfect time to find the answer. Look to all natal planets placements between 19 and 29 degrees, with particular attention to the signs Cancer, Leo, and Capricorn.

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Tomorrowland ~ Can we have more George Jetson and less Goofy?

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I thought that if you loved Heroes and  Disney theme parks, you would adore Tomorrowland. I thought wrong.

Wait! – Don’t go anywhere, the review isn’t over. I just had to tell you right off that this was not exactly a trip of a lifetime. There are some worthwhile scenes and intriguing questions that make excellent takeaways. Let’s just say that George Lucas has nothing to worry about.

The trailer is what got me going. Touch an archaic pin and enter another dimension. Yes, ascension courtesy of the Disney Corporation. Well, not so fast.

Tomorrowland is a science fiction fantasy film based on the futuristic section of Disney theme parks. The action begins when a young boy rides a greyhound bus to Flushing Meadows to visit the 1964 World’s Fair. I was so excited to revisit my childhood on the big screen. He hitches a ride on A Small World’s boat and things get woo woo. For a few seconds I was reliving one of my earliest memories sailing into this beautiful global paradise. Then mayhem and hijinks ensue.

I will break it down into pros and cons and then you can decide if its worth your time and money.

Pros:

The acting is very good. George Clooney is perfect in the lead and the newcomers are engaging.

The special effects are top-notch.

The juxtaposition of past and future is interesting.

Ideas such as time travel, creativity, optimism versus apathy, the power of imagination, are well illustrated.

There are a few truly funny moments and emotional exchanges.

Cons:

I was not sure if I was viewing a grownup film or something a young Lindsay Lohan would star in. (Raffey Cassidy reminds me of a young Ms. Lohan.)

There was too much slapstick and not enough future. There was very little footage of this enigmatic future world. With such a big budget, it is curious why most of the action took place in every day 2014ish America.

The plot was disjointed and very slow-moving.

Just like the movie’s premise, so much potential but a disappointing delivery.

 
I am glad I saw the film because it made me think about popular culture’s impact on how we see our planet. It just wasn’t the film I was expecting, based on the trailer I viewed and the accompanying hype. Please let me know your opinion. We enjoy robust discussions and healthy debates here at litebeing chronicles.

The good news is that a new Star Wars is coming out later this year and that the future is not fixed in stone.

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Dreamsicles

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While I have not been actively pursuing dreamwork, my dream life has been rather active. The evening of 5-21-15 ran the gamut from sheer horror to sheer delight. Here are the dreams I recall from evening 5-21-15 through morning 5-22-15. I call them dreamsicles.

Or dream-cycles

Why dreamsicles? My inspiration was taken from the simple creamsicle; a vanilla ice cream pop, cloaked in orange sherbet. While drinking liquid barium for my CT scan, I used my imagination to transform the chalky liquid into this childhood treat. When I had to drink this stuff in the ER back in April, it was orange flavored. It was not exactly yummy, but tolerable. This time when I drank it at home for my test, there was no flavoring as promised. I knew I had to devise a way to drink this concoction so I imagined the orange ice to complement the ” vanilla” liquid. I was somewhat successful since I finished the entire thing.

So here we go…

5-21-25 first 2 dreams were horrific:

1- I was sitting inside the driver’s’ seat of a car, losing consciousness, fearing death, preparing for death. I woke up terrified, afraid to fall back asleep.

2- I was struggling to stand in my bathroom and I was losing consciousness. I kept trying to keep upright, afraid of falling. Attempting to grasp the door jamb, I called out for Jesus. This really surprised me as I called out to him. Looked for him in the hall to appear, losing consciousness, fearing death. Yet again I woke up, really confused about what was going on with me. Really tired so I fell back asleep.

And now for something completely different:

3- Went back in time to the 1970s. Lots of teens around, big crowd. I run into a friend.We will call him “Sam.” He used to be my dream prompt. Seeing him meant I was dreaming. He has not appeared in years though. There was to be a 1970s party. I was excited about this. My friend “Sam” said I would like to dance with you , big smile. I was so excited and I typically don’t like to dance. Lots of love between me and Sam, unlike real life where we were longtime yet intermittent, platonic friends. I knew him from when I first moved to NJ in the middle of 6th grade through the summer after HS grad when our families vacationed at the same hotel down the shore. At the party, there was such a joyous atmosphere. The room was dark and the music was psychedelic. Sam and I hit the dance floor and did our thing. We were both young but I danced with the confidence of a more mature person. In high school I would have not felt as eager to express myself this freely.

When I turned around I saw a young Bob Weir singing Grateful Dead music.It was a big surprise. I have dreamed of Bob and Jerry( Garcia) many times before over the years. Sometimes while dreaming I talk with them. In this dream I did not know Bob, nor did I interact with him. I was so excited and remembered Sam was there at my first Grateful Dead concert in 1978. The same day he and his band performed a concert at the high school. A group of us began to chant the date of that concert 5-13-78. ( later I checked and that was the actual date of the concert. How did I remember that?) It was wild. I said to him “You were in a band!” I think he was the lead singer. My friends who attended the concert with me were at this party or at the very least I mentioned them to Sam. Some of Sam’s friends were also there. Sam and I were becoming a couple and were very happy. I felt loved and adored.

4- I was back with Sam telling him about dream #3. He may have been sitting on a bench outside with me standing across from him. Other people were around us. I cannot recall anything else. This often happens with me where I will go back to sleep and repeat the previous dream to the subject of that dream. Not the same as rejoining the dream in progress, but, a variation on that theme.

Now the even cooler reveal:

Per usual, I wake up and power up the laptop. I log onto Facebook and one of the first items that appears is a trailer for Bob Weir’s documentary that debuts today, yes today ( 5-22-15, the day I wrote this post) on Netflix.

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BTW I knew of the documentary but not that it was on Netflix and certainly not that it was debuting today. When I watched the trailer and saw old footage of Bob, my dream was rebooted in all its glory.

Dreams of dying do not surprise me as mortality has been a close companion this year. I much preferred the joyous almost epic dreams that led me back to my former dream prompt and a pre-cognitive event. My theory is that the past, present, and future are malleable and equally available in other dimensions. The image of a cosmic Rolodex comes to mind, where all timelines are available in some circular file, aka the film Interstellar. If you haven’t seen Interstellar, please submit to me a 1000 word essay on why not. Just kidding, but please see it if you can.

Find out if the theater has any dreamsicles before you go, or just bring your own!

 

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Art is My Medicine ~ May Day Edition

” Oh baby, when I see your face, mellow as the month of May..”

Carole King understood why the Earth, did indeed, move for her. Because she was in love and it reminded her of May. As the spring green leaves shimmy and shake while the birds chirp in the background, I concur: Spring is groovin’ and this is awesome.

As I continue to heal, I rely more and more on “natural” healing agents, such as ginger, cinnamon, tumeric, love in all forms, and art.

What do the following pieces have in common? They all have the word May in the title.

Heal thyself, heal the world. 

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Earth Day 2015: Savor the Splendor

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My love affair with Gaia has intensified this year. Immensely..

How? An enchantment with animals, communion with plants, discovery of earthing, and the epiphany as to why Astrology operates so seamlessly: We, Gaia and the Divine Source are intertwined and created from the same “stuff”.

Maybe many originated from another galaxy, but we are embodied here. This is home, and I love Earth with all that IAM. 

Let’s heal ourselves so we can heal all consciousness. Haven’t you heard, Gaia is alive!

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May we remember we are interconnected and responsible for one another today and always!

 
related posts: https://litebeing.com/2015/01/22/right-place-wrong-time/
https://litebeing.com/2014/06/01/spiritual-development-the-otter-returns/
https://litebeing.com/2014/04/11/spin-the-wheel-of-time-update/

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Right place, wrong time?

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Lately I have been thinking about the origins of thoughts and ideas. Does the brain recognize and record impulses from collective consciousness or the Divine Mind? Is there really a difference between human/ego thoughts and spiritual knowing? When I say this idea came from me, what does that really mean?

I do not plan to solve this conundrum now. It is merely a prelude to today’s post about two subjects perfect for Mercury retrograde in Aquarius: society and memories.

It continually amazes me how certain childhood memories have such strong significance decades later in life. Here is one that is ready to leave the draft folder and make its debut.

When I was 10 years old we moved to New Britain, Connecticut. It was one of the most beautiful places I had ever been to in the United States, at that point in my life. Our apartment was an end unit and had three levels so it was closer to an actual house. This was a first for me, having lived only in apartments. The buildings were indicative of Shingle style architecture and were quite lovely. We lived in a rather undeveloped, highly wooded area and there was a brook in the backyard. Most of the complex was still under construction.  I could not find an acceptable image of the area but the painting above provides a similar flavor.

I met a neighbor boy from my apartment complex and we took a long walk on the property. He was older and had dark hair. He was not a classmate and frankly I have no clue how we met or why were together. All I know is that this memory has remained ” on the front burner” throughout my life. We talked about subjects that were foreign but fascinating. The most intriguing idea he discussed was bartering. He told me there was a time when we did not have actual money and a totally different system of exchange was in place. As we moved through the woods immersed in nature, I tried to visualize this novel way of living. My mind was flooded with such exciting information. It was so exotic and sophisticated. To me the notion seemed futuristic.

As I reflect on the 21st century society I find myself in, I keep asking myself if the past was in many ways so much more progressive than the present? I also wonder if my love for my Connecticut home led me to live near the edge of the woods as an adult? Such magical notions arise in me when in nature. Some of my best conversations happen in the natural world.  Who was this boy and why was he interested in talking to this young girl? I will probably never know, but I believe the barter system is making a comeback and will eventually replace our current system.

My mother repeatedly told me I was born too late. She meant I should have been born early enough to have been a hippie. Sometimes I think I would have preferred to have been part of a self-contained society where life was simple, natural, and rich with authenticity and meaning.

Are we heading in that direction?

 related posts: https://litebeing.com/2014/04/11/spin-the-wheel-of-time-update/

https://litebeing.com/2014/03/25/tuesdays-hodgepodge/

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East Africa in West Philly ~ Traversing Time and Space

I had a very important meeting today in my old college neighborhood. It is called University City because Drexel University and The University of Pennsylvania are located there. I moved away many years ago, but still have so many fond memories. Sometimes work or a social event will bring me back, but I have not visited in a few years. The last time I was there it was a very sad occasion. I went with a coworker to visit a former client of ours who was receiving hospice care. She died a few days later.  She was not much older than I, but was dying of uterine cancer that was diagnosed way too late. She had schizophrenia and this contributed to her death. Her caretaker did not believe her when she told her she was bleeding. I did all I could to advocate for her, but it was not enough. Her paranoia interfered with her willingness to receive tests and accept care. She was my favorite client and she had an outrageous sense of humor. And what a smile, unforgettable. She also shared my grandmother’s name. She was both delusional and telepathic. Her family said she had the gift of prophecy and she did indeed. She passed about 3 years ago, but her essence is still very much alive.

The meeting I attended was to discuss a research opportunity to work with people who are newly diagnosed as psychotic. This early intervention initiative started in Australia and Europe.  Later on a study was created on the West coast. Now start-ups are developing in Philadelphia and a few other cities in the Eastern United States. This is just the first step. I told the interviewer that I wanted to work with people where there is promise and hope.  She seemed to get it. Now I go on with my life and wait to see what happens.

I could not help but think of my beloved client on the ride home. But I was not going home quite yet. There was a pinball arcade to check out ( only 2 machines). Then I cruised by all the buildings where I once lived. The area has changed, but not really. There are new layers of activity superimposed on the old. I was in need of a lift. Plus I was really hungry. So I went to the Red Sea.

Now it’s called Abyssinia, but to me it will always be the Red Sea. It was about 3 blocks from my very first apartment and I got hooked on their food right away. The website does not show a photo of the food so I will provide one:

 

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This is a mandala of culinary bliss! The beige bread that lines the plate is called injera, a spongy pancake- like creation that is sour and tangy. It soaks up all the flavors and is just incredibly yummy. For more about injera, check out Ka’s post here.  I had a combo which included several meat and veggie dishes with some salad layered on top. It is served with extra injera on the side. You eat your meal with your hands by taking a piece of injera and using it to scoop up the food. I also ordered a Kenyan beer to go with my meal. Ethiopian food is very spicy and the beer helps keep the heat in check.

This is my absolute favorite cuisine. I had my go-to dish ~ doro wat – tender chicken in berbere sauce with a hard-boiled egg. It is truly the circle of life! I also had crunchy collard greens that tasted so fresh, a beef dish, a lamb( goat) curry, a split pea stew and a lentil dish. The veggies are smooth in texture and mild in flavor. The meal is reminiscent of a paint palette and you concoct unique tastes and colors and textures with every bite. The beer I selected seemed unpleasant at first, but after a little while it married with the food and all the flavors cooperated. Salty, bitter, peppery, tangy,dense, clean, complex,creamy, crunchy, fermented, earthy, smooth, acidic, chewy, etc. I was so at ease with this meal. We were one. No other way to explain it.

I gazed around the dining room and remembered my various dinner partners from the past. I could only find a few folks who would try this food with me. One of my most romantic evenings ever was spent here with my ‘soulmate’ on a whim. We drove from my new neighborhood back here just to eat at this restaurant. We fell in love in West Philly, so I guess it was only fitting. I am not sure why this night was so special, but it was. We liked trying new things and reading evocative books and discussing ideas that were nontraditional. We liked adventure and were forever curious.

I wonder why I feel more comfortable with foreign cultures than my own. As I scooped up the stews with my injera, I wondered if I was once Ethiopian. When I was watching Top Model, of all things ,Tyra Banks gave the contestants Ancestry.com DNA kits. They will be used to determine everyone’s ethnicity. It amazes me that for $100 you can send your saliva to a lab and in return you can unlock the mysteries of your origins.  I have been wanting to do this for years. It might answer some unresolved questions like why oh why do so many strangers ask me if I am Native American? I would be honored to discover that I have some indigenous blood running through my veins. The test would not determine past lives, but I hope it would help me understand more of my identity, including my foreign food preferences. Mars is in Sagittarius now and it is a fine time to explore what is exotic and unusual.

I hope this post is not too circuitous to understand. Today was an important day for so many reasons, some I have yet to discover. But I wanted to describe my meal while the spices still lingered in my mouth, before the flavors left me. I also wanted to honor the thousands of people who die before their time due to chronic mental illness. Perhaps most of all I wanted to stress that it is never the wrong time to treat your Self to a great meal, a relaxing drive, or a glimpse of an old love.

 

related post: https://litebeing.com/2013/06/11/scenes-from-an-indian-restaurant-collisions-of-parallel-time/

 

image “Plat de cuisine éthiopienne au énélik”  http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/ via Wikimedia Commons