“I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.”
– Arthur Rubinstein
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!
“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
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
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.
Their 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 revved 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 love those inspired peeps! thank you!
“True happiness consists in making happy.”
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.
he was the cutest thing i ever saw.
and he still is! happy day boo!
“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
Last February, a pilot took his girlfriend on a scenic tour in the skies above Chicago and faked an air emergency to get her to say “I do.”
The groom-to-be, Ryan Thompson, secretly filmed the faked death defying adventure in their small plane and posted the video online earlier this week.
The video contains no dialogue and instead uses a mixture of dramatic music and captions to describe the events. At the beginning, the happy couple are seen smiling while Carlie Kennedy reads a yellow preflight checklist.
“I thought he was surprising me for Valentine’s Day,” Kennedy told ABC News. “It was a gorgeous day, as you can see in the video.”
But then the plane starts to shake and Kennedy’s face turns grave as she looks to Thompson for support.
“All of a sudden, I felt my stomach kind of go up in my throat and I realized we were heading straight for the water,” Kennedy said. “And then he [Thompson] said, ‘Honey, I need you to stay calm. The flight controls aren’t working.’”
He hands her a pink emergency checklist which she reads, still deathly serious.
“Unresponsive flight controls… ,” she begins before finally getting to the last instruction, “The checklist is complete and it says that the rings may be unengaged…and to initiate the ring engagement procedure.”
“Pilot in command. Determine if he is a good mate. Note: he will always love and honor you,” she continues, still somber as Thompson reaches into his pocket for the ring.
Finally she reads the question, “Will you marry me?” whereupon she stops, stunned, before coverings her face and bursting into laughter.
“Will you marry me?” he asks.
She said yes and the rest of the flight was smooth sailing.
“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
~ William Shakespeare
Take nothing personally.
Wherever you go you will find people lying to you and as your awareness grows you will also find that you lie to yourself.
Do not expect people to tell you the truth because they also lie to themselves. If other’s lie to you, it’s OK. They are lying to you because they’re afraid. They are afraid that you will discover they are not perfect. It is painful to take off that social mask.
If others say one thing and do another, you’re lying to yourself if you do not listen to their actions If someone is not treating you with love & respect, it is a gift if they walk away from you.
Don Miguel Ruiz
if you ask someone a question it is respectful to listen to the answer. the whole answer – not just the first part and then draw the conclusion on your own while you shift your attention to something else. if you must type, watch tv or read your e-mail while in a conversation with someone, consider calling back later.
“Genius is nothing but continued attention.”
– Claude Adrien Helvetius