Monthly Archives: December 2012

what would you love in 2013?


 

and what would you do to prepare if you absolutely knew it was going to manifest for you?

i am going to meet many amazingly wonderful people, one of which will be my future husband, get and sell the shot that will launch my photography career, write, write & write some more, do my best at the work i love which will compensate me beyond my wildest dreams, be aware and act on every opportunity to serve and finally, stay present and see the joy in every second of every day.

as you can see, i’ve got a lot to do right now so we’ll touch base again later, ok?

many miracles, peace, love & joy to all!

namaste,

laurie

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“All major religious traditions carry basically the same message, that is love, compassion and forgiveness … the important thing is they should be part of our daily lives.”
~ The Dalai Lama

if you need a smile . . . .


here’s another wonderfully adorable christmas story!

“The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?”
 Henry David Thoreau

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i have faith . . . .


i have faith that you’ve found the perfect beach, caught up with all the ‘gals’ and spend lots of time watching over us all from the best seat in the house! i also trust you’re having a wonderful birthday celebration with the angels today!

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i miss you & i love you!

“If nothing is going well, call your grandmother. “
- Italian Proverb

the #1 cutest, sweetest christmas story ever!


“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.”
~ W.T. Ellis

 

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they did it again!


i can’t believe i missed it! one of the best days of my life – the day the harley boys paid a christmas visit to the children at the ronald mcdonald house.  a friend from my old apartment on 73rd street called to alert me the harley boys were there but i missed the call.

here’s the story as it occurred on sunday, dec. 17, 2006:

December 17th may just be one of the top most exhilarating experiences of my life so far.  I was coming down York Avenue with Ivan when I saw a harley stopped square in the middle of the intersection at 73rd St.  several blocks further down York was the rest of the gang – about one hundred of them.

I love bikers. I love the incredibly loud rev of the engines when they’re out in force. Today they were out in force and it was loud.  The leader was holding traffic at bay while the rest of the gang approached 73rd St. where they all turned left  onto my block. I stood at the corner with goose bumps and a smile wondering where they were headed. It seemed to take 15 minutes to get them all through the intersection. They parked one by one lining the curb on my block. When they ran out of space on the street, they pulled right up onto the sidewalk. Following the pack were 3 trucks which turned onto the block as well. The pack leader then barricaded the street so that no other vehicles could enter.

I ran home and got my camera. When I came back outside, 73rd street was being transformed into a winter wonderland full of joy & presents!  The bikes were loaded with gifts for the children at the Ronald McDonald house. Teddy bears and games were protruding from backpacks as the bikers unpacked more goodies from their saddle bags. Some were sporting santa hats. They descended upon the RMDH with their arms fully loaded with toys for the kids – a hundred  bikers carrying dolls and teddy bears into the house. It was beautiful.  At the end of the block the 3 trucks were parked. The doors opened.  The trucks were loaded with more toys! The bikers lined up to unload the games, puzzles, stuffed animals dolls and countless other items. It was a spectacular scene.

In the lobby of the house stood a big christmas tree drenched with lights and ornaments, around which the bikers placed some of the gifts. I could see through the window the children gathering around the tree smiling and overjoyed.  Over  thirty minutes had passed since they arrived and the gifts were still pouring in. Presents were being stored in the living room as well, which I later found out were intended for children who were in the local hospitals.  No disease existed in this moment.  Everyone felt good. Everyone was happy.

I asked one of the bikers if he would take my camera inside the RMDH and get a few pictures of the kids for me.  He was dressed in leathers and a plaid flannel shirt, had sparkling eyes and wore a big red santa hat.  He asked me my name.
“Laurie,” I told him.
He looked me in the eyes and said, “No, Laurie, I won’t do that, but I will bring you inside and let you take all the pictures you want.”  He grabbed my hand and headed inside.  When we arrived in the lobby, many of the children were posed for a photograph to be taken by a professional photographer hired for the occasion. With a firm grip on my hand, my biker led me straight to the front of the room next to the professional photographer.  He announced to the entire room, “Hey everybody, this is Laurie. She’s going to be taking your pictures too.”

The children were as impressed with the bikes as they were with their new toys and soon began to wander outside to get a closer look.  What happened next was thrilling. One of the bikers lifted a child onto one of the bikes parked on the sidewalk. Another took off his leather vest and put it on the child. Then another outfitted the child with aviators and gloves. Soon a line formed – all the children wanted to be a biker for just a little while. It turned into a game. Each time a child got on the bike, he or she would then pick which accessories they wanted from any one of the bikers. They would choose one man’s vest, another’s shades – whatever they wanted! Instantly, sick children were transformed into harley boys and girls and the thrill was palpable.

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Harley Boys 2006 003Their exit was as spectacular as their entrance. The bikes were lined up along my block on 73rd Street side by side from First Avenue to York Avenue.  The men mounted their bikes and waited.  Once the whole gang was ready to roll, the 1st biker reved up. Then the second, followed by the third – one at a time until the noise was overwhelming.  As I stood across the street with tears rolling down my cheeks,  I noticed my biker man with the sparkling eyes and the santa hat.  He was watching me cry.  Above the din he shouted “Merry Christmas, Laurie!”  I acknowledged him with a smile.  A hundred bikes revving, ready for take off, he got off his bike and crossed the street.  He walked over to me and kissed my cheek.  He then placed his santa hat on my head and returned to his bike. One by one they drove off.  I will never forget what those men did for those children that day.

“When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it’s bottomless, that it doesn’t have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space.”
 – Pema Chodron

I Have Lost the Taste of Strawberries


zen city:

perfect!

Originally posted on 채윤 : 彩阭 : Che Yeun :

I Have Lost the Taste of Strawberries

 

 

 

“I have lost the taste of many strawberries because I was absent when they were in my mouth” — Charles Chu

 

 

 

 

 

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Dag Hammarskjold

“Never measure the height of a mountain until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was.”
~ Dag Hammarskjold

check this out!


Blogger of the month: My Zen City.

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i love those inspired peeps!  thank you!

“True happiness consists in making happy.”
~Bharavi’s Kiratarjuniya

very cool


i just found a very cool site and want to share :

The 101 Most Useful Websites of 2012 

and . . .

a collection of evergreen how-guides and detailed tutorials to help you do more with software tools that you use daily.

many thanks to  for this great info!

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“Just as there is a trend toward high tech today, there is another trend toward high touch – homemade and wholesome.”
 ~ Meryl Gardner

not for the jimmy choo’s


hi, friends -

quick question –  please help me out by answering this:

what is the  REAL  reason you would want to be super wealthy?

thanks in advance for answering & happy holidays to all!

“He who wished to secure the good of others, has already secured his own.”
~ Confucius

do not think – follow up


thanks to all of the wonderful peeps who helped me out with my “do not think” post several weeks ago. i received both comments and e-mails in response to my request for people to simply tell me something – anything that came to mind at the moment.  i mentioned i would tell you what it was about at a later date &
ta da! . . . . here it is:

i was watching a rev. gayle dillon video and she was speaking about how if you are being aware and receptive, you will always get the answers to your prayers or at least a point in the right direction.  most of the time, we’re just not paying close attention.  she then suggested we could give it a try by asking random people to say something – anything that came to mind –  and then listen – really listen – to what the universe was offering through that person.  so i asked and i received.  i sat with each of the responses and let them speak to me.  i did not  ‘just read’  them while i was on the phone, typing or watching t.v.   each and every reply to my post held so much value and was so relevant for me.  i encourage you to try this and see what comes up for you – i bet you’ll be as fascinated as i was.

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The good you find in others, is in you too.

The faults you find in others, are your faults as well.

After all, to recognize something you must know it.

The possibilities you see in others, are possible for you as well.

The beauty you see around you, is your beauty.

The world around you is a reflection, a mirror showing you the person you are.

To change your world, you must change yourself.

To blame and complain will only make matters worse.

Whatever you care about, is your responsibility.

What you see in others, shows you yourself.

See the best in others,and you will be your best.

Give to others, and you give to yourself.

Appreciate beauty, and you will be beautiful.

Admire creativity, and you will be creative.

Love, and you will be loved.

Seek to understand, and you will be understood.

Listen, and your voice will be heard.

Teach, and you will learn.

Show your best face to the mirror,

and you’ll be happy with the face looking back at you.

~ Author Unknown 

13 years


it was 13 years ago today that ivan said goodbye to his friends at the humane society on 59th st. and headed 4 blocks south  for his new home at 340 e. 55th street.  he was wearing a little yellow rain coat that the staff gave to him as a farewell gift.  i remember our walk down second avenue like it was yesterday. while holding his leash in my right hand, bursting full of puppiness, ivan sped down the avenue while i tried to keep up, schlepping his crate stuffed full of his belongings in my left hand.  the entire way home i kept thinking  “wow, you’re mine.  you’re going to live with me.  i have a dog.  you’re mine.”

funny how i thought he belonged to me.  it didn’t take long for me to realize that he didn’t belong to me at all, but i belonged to him. he stole my heart and now owns it completely.

ivan, december 8th 1999

he was the cutest thing i ever saw.

ivan’s first day at home

and he still is!  happy day boo!

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ivan, december 2010

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“Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.”
Helen Keller

it will never happen


we will never –  ever –  forget you, pop.   thanks for watching out for all of us.

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June 19, 1902 – December 6, 1996

missing you every day & i love you.  and i would really appreciate it if you could let the big boss know i could use a little help down here.  thanks.

i’ll keep my eyes peeled for the penny.  

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“Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time. “
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

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it’s been a long time since i’ve truly had any fun. i’ve been blaming it on my financial situation, among some other things going on in my life over the last couple of years  . . .  but then i got this e-mail today and i realized that it has all been my own doing.   i wasted all this time when i could have been whooping it up as good as the rest of them!  here is the e-mail:

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the inept society


i know they are doing the best they can.

they are probably over worked and under staffed.

their work environment is crowded, loud and stinks like dog pee – so instead of ranting, getting over emotional, screaming at the top of my lungs and possibly hurting someone, i will simply state the facts.

ivan has cushings disease.  in april the vet said he could wait until symptoms worsened before having to go on meds.

symptoms: panting, excessive hunger, excessive thirst, excessive peeing, among other things.

by excessive, i mean he needed to pee a river every two hours – until it became every hour and 15 minutes – or less.

monday:  ivan gets blood test at humane society. he is there from 8:30 am until 6:00 pm.

i am told results may be in on tuesday, if not, call on wednesday.  i am rationing ivan’s water and he is panting a lot.

tuesday:  ivan peed in the lobby on his way to get out the front door as fast as he could.

wednesday:  after calling 3x and being put on hold for so long i had to hang up due to fear of going over my allotted  at&t  minutes for the month, i finally waited it out and around 5:00 pm i got through.  i left  a message for the doctor.  he did not return my call.  ivan peed in the elevator just  1.5  hours after he had last been out.

thursday:  called 8 times during the day and got a busy signal each time.  ivan peed in the kitchen 1 hour after we had been out.  it is his very first  “accident”  since i got him in 1999.  i am no longer giving him water, only ice cubes.  he goes to his water bowl every 15 minutes or so to check the water status.  ivan woke me at 4:00 am to take him out.

friday:  i called at 9:30 am and the line was busy.  i decided to walk to the humane society and wait for the doctor in person.  after waiting over an hour, i had to rush back home to let ivan out.  i did not see the doctor but felt confident that the receptionist would not forget to tell him i had been there looking for meds.  ivan peed on the carpet in the hallway while waiting for the elevator.

saturday:  i was put on hold 4x by the inept humane society receptionist and hung up each time after five minutes.  at 3:30 I called back and held for 19 minutes and 50 seconds before the receptionist answered.

receptionist:  “thank you for holding, how may i help you?”

me:  “this is my 18th time trying to get through to doctor rubenstein, who promised to have test results for me on wednesday, and i’ve just been on hold for 19 minutes and 50 seconds!”

receptionist:  “that’s actually not bad, our average hold time is over 30 minutes!  and dr. rubinstein doesn’t work weekends.”

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it has been challenging to remain zen in the city . . .

Difficulties increase the nearer we approach the goal”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe