June 22nd, 2008

heart's desire

a joy to leave - full bliss to return -

It is lovely to go away and wonderful to return. Also, the fog is returning. The summer breezes are back. Bella is here in the chair next to me, washing her foot.

It was hot when I got to Point Reyes Station and I enjoyed lunch at the Station House Cafe. I was seated outside in the shade right next to the fish pond.

I headed out to the beaches, and went swimming first at Shell Beach, where the water was so warm, it felt like Hawaii. I floated like an otter in kelp. I then went to Heart's Desire, wanting the water to create some sort of invigorating refreshment, and the water was a little cooler there, and I could be in the shade when I sat out. I dipped in and out and then headed to Abbott's Lagoon.

I then checked in to the Eagle's Nest at the Blackthorne Inn. Oh, my!!

http://www.blackthorneinn.com/acc.html

Heaven!! An octagon! Windows! Trees!!

The room is like living in a lighthouse and sways like a nest in a tree. I went up top and a bird perched right next to me and sang and sang. I could see the movement of the song through his or her whole body. What a treat!!

It was hot, so I kept all windows open and it was like living in the trees. When I got in bed, I felt so safe, safer than I have ever felt, and I remembered how we used to live in the trees before we stepped off into the savanna. I think it was a return to that feeling, the safety of the trees. It was hard to sleep with all the excitement. First the sun went down, and then, the stars came out, and then, the moon came up, and somehow I always know when Steve's plane lands. It was late, so got in after midnight. I slept on and off, but was so entertained, that I finally got up at four, and headed down the road, figuring I could walk to Pt. Reyes station and maybe something would be opened before seven. Steve was planning to come out on his motorcycle and meet me at the Busy Bee at 8:00.

Cell phones don't work in Inverness, nor did the wireless. I brought about ten books, and yet, mainly just sat and watched and absorbed.

It was an easy walk to Point Reyes though I was amazed at the number of cars out so early on a Saturday morning. I saw one long-bed truck delivering bales of hay. That made sense. I heard cows mooing as I walked and chickens clucking and one lazy rooster letting out a low cock-a doodle without the do.

I discovered a path along the marsh with benches scattered about, so had a leisurely walk and hit the town early enough to discover nothing open.

I was reminded of Theresa's comments on her recent visit to Cuba. There are no coffee houses, no places to go, no destinations like here, so people meet to walk and philosophize. I thought I was walking for coffee, but there was none to be had. It is good to walk without destination or goal. Discoveries are to be had!!

I did return to Inverness at seven and had some coffee at the deli/grocery and walked some more along the marsh until 8 when Steve came. In three hours, I was the only one I saw walking, and yet there were innumerable cars and trucks.

I saw the moon go down and the sun come up. Heaven!!

We went out to Drake's Beach and there was some wind, a good sign that the fog was returning. We returned to our tasty room with its continuous bird song and sat and read on our private deck. We had dinner at the Olema Inn, our anniversary dinner, which was a bit disappointing, in that the dishes were so complicated that we thought the special for the evening sounded like a comedy routine on Saturday Night Live. The "simple" salad was a mix of so many tastes that I thought a rainbow had been dropped. What is wrong with simple? Also, in honor of sustainability, they are serving mainly local wines, which means wines made in Marshall and Point Reyes. Think of the weather there and know that you are not getting a central coast chardonnay. The body is south.

As the fog softly sipped in we were able to close the windows, though the birds were still singing so loudly, we could hear them through the glass. People go to Costa Rica to be up in the forest and hear birds. Go to the Blackthorne Inn instead and stay in the Eagle's Nest.

We agreed this morning we were ready for home, so headed out early and now are happily home, and I watch the fog on the hill.

Chris and Frieda are coming by today, and I felt a shift in my being on Friday, so when I got a phone call for a Rosen session I said yes, and will now get my Rosen room in shape to go back to work. I gave up my Rosen practice when I was diagnosed with cancer, and my strength, not the full strength I require of myself, had not seemed to return, but my second son will be married, my energy is returned, and it is time to return to the work that I love. I begin tomorrow!!

I am amazed at how the universe knows. I am ready to begin!!

Oh, driving back this morning was beautiful, and as I turned up the hill from Stinson and entered the trees, the sun was shining through a tree, and sending out rays so strong you could walk on them. I found myself toning Om the whole way home, my body resonating with the vibrations that changed as I went in and out of the hill and then, becoming something else all together as I returned to "civilization" and breakfast at the Dipsea at 7.

Now, home!



alan - purple flowers

A return to the news -




The return begins - news before laundry!


Op-Ed Columnist
Mr. Bush, Lead or Leave


By THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
Published: June 22, 2008

Two years ago, President Bush declared that America was “addicted to oil,” and, by gosh, he was going to do something about it. Well, now he has. Now we have the new Bush energy plan: “Get more addicted to oil.”


Actually, it’s more sophisticated than that: Get Saudi Arabia, our chief oil pusher, to up our dosage for a little while and bring down the oil price just enough so the renewable energy alternatives can’t totally take off. Then try to strong arm Congress into lifting the ban on drilling offshore and in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.

It’s as if our addict-in-chief is saying to us: “C’mon guys, you know you want a little more of the good stuff. One more hit, baby. Just one more toke on the ole oil pipe. I promise, next year, we’ll all go straight. I’ll even put a wind turbine on my presidential library. But for now, give me one more pop from that drill, please, baby. Just one more transfusion of that sweet offshore crude.”

It is hard for me to find the words to express what a massive, fraudulent, pathetic excuse for an energy policy this is. But it gets better. The president actually had the gall to set a deadline for this drug deal:

“I know the Democratic leaders have opposed some of these policies in the past,” Mr. Bush said. “Now that their opposition has helped drive gas prices to record levels, I ask them to reconsider their positions. If Congressional leaders leave for the Fourth of July recess without taking action, they will need to explain why $4-a-gallon gasoline is not enough incentive for them to act.”

This from a president who for six years resisted any pressure on Detroit to seriously improve mileage standards on its gas guzzlers; this from a president who’s done nothing to encourage conservation; this from a president who has so neutered the Environmental Protection Agency that the head of the E.P.A. today seems to be in a witness-protection program. I bet there aren’t 12 readers of this newspaper who could tell you his name or identify him in a police lineup.

But, most of all, this deadline is from a president who hasn’t lifted a finger to broker passage of legislation that has been stuck in Congress for a year, which could actually impact America’s energy profile right now — unlike offshore oil that would take years to flow — and create good tech jobs to boot.


That bill is H.R. 6049 — “The Renewable Energy and Job Creation Act of 2008,” which extends for another eight years the investment tax credit for installing solar energy and extends for one year the production tax credit for producing wind power and for three years the credits for geothermal, wave energy and other renewables.

These critical tax credits for renewables are set to expire at the end of this fiscal year and, if they do, it will mean thousands of jobs lost and billions of dollars of investments not made. “Already clean energy projects in the U.S. are being put on hold,” said Rhone Resch, president of the Solar Energy Industries Association.

People forget, wind and solar power are here, they work, they can go on your roof tomorrow. What they need now is a big U.S. market where lots of manufacturers have an incentive to install solar panels and wind turbines — because the more they do, the more these technologies would move down the learning curve, become cheaper and be able to compete directly with coal, oil and nuclear, without subsidies.

That seems to be exactly what the Republican Party is trying to block, since the Senate Republicans — sorry to say, with the help of John McCain — have now managed to defeat the renewal of these tax credits six different times.


Of course, we’re going to need oil for years to come. That being the case, I’d prefer — for geopolitical reasons — that we get as much as possible from domestic wells. But our future is not in oil, and a real president wouldn’t be hectoring Congress about offshore drilling today. He’d be telling the country a much larger truth:

“Oil is poisoning our climate and our geopolitics, and here is how we’re going to break our addiction: We’re going to set a floor price of $4.50 a gallon for gasoline and $100 a barrel for oil. And that floor price is going to trigger massive investments in renewable energy — particularly wind, solar panels and solar thermal. And we’re also going to go on a crash program to dramatically increase energy efficiency, to drive conservation to a whole new level and to build more nuclear power. And I want every Democrat and every Republican to join me in this endeavor.”

That’s what a real president would do. He’d give us a big strategic plan to end our addiction to oil and build a bipartisan coalition to deliver it. He certainly wouldn’t be using his last days in office to threaten Congressional Democrats that if they don’t approve offshore drilling by the Fourth of July recess, they will be blamed for $4-a-gallon gas. That is so lame. That is an energy policy so unworthy of our Independence Day.


alan's flowers

Sobering - Please read!!



I just received this by email from my friend Brenda Blackburn. She is a vibrant, happy, healthy woman of 41. Here is her frightening and surprising report. It is for each of us to pay attention, as we well know, to our health.



Hi family, friends, and colleagues,


Sorry for this blanket email, but I feel it's so important and could help to save somebody's life, so I'm sending it to everyone!


Most of you don't know yet, but Friday I was diagnosed at the hospital with the condition, DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis). This is serious condition that kills more people in Canada (and U.S.) than breast cancer, aids, and mva's combined. I had NO idea.. and figure you may not know about it either.


Here's how it happened for me: 2 wks. ago I woke up with with a pain in the back of my right leg (calf)... it felt like a cramp or the tailend of a charley horse... tender... achey... a little difficult to walk on at times. I wrote it off to being a pulled muscle... and therefore left if for so long. For other possible symptoms see: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/deep-vein-thrombosis/DS01005/DSECTION=symptoms .


I was supposed to leave tomorrow (Mon.) a.m. with Rob to Toronto to visit family, so thought I'd check with the Dr. on Friday afternoon just to make sure that I wouldn't make my leg worse. He told me that not only was I not going to go to Toronto, but that I probably had DVT and to get to the hospital asap. (DVT is a blood clot in the deep veins--usually leg--and if it breaks loose can cause PE--pulmonary embolism).


After going to Burnaby hospital emergency, and prelim diagnose and bloodwork, they rushed to give me an injection into my belly (yeah...fun) of blood thinners. Then I had to go back in on Sat. a.m. for the Doppler ultrasound which proved positive for a blood clot from my knee all the way to my ankle of my right leg. Then another blood test, another injection, and a prescription of which the hospital now calls me everyday to give me the dosage based on that morning's bloodwork.. because it must be that precise. Again today, and this will continue for awhile. To prevent hospitalization, I am on outpatient status and must be at the hospital daily for the timing being. Tomorrow (because it's Monday) I get to meet the DVT program counsellor and officially begin my long-term monitoring program. After I am "out of the woods" and stabilized (meaning it looks like the clot won't break away, move, and go up my body), then I just stay on drugs for several months... this is not a quick-fix... and will be on long-term condition, perhaps affecting me for some time. (Now I can appreciate how my Dad felt when he had blood clots!)


They figure that the primary cause for me was being 41 and on oral contraceptives, and have made me quit immed. But there are MANY risks factors (from age, to injuries, to air travel, to smoking... you name it). ANYONE CAN GET DVT--from young to old, healthy to invalid, pregnant, etc.. (Singer from the pop group Hansen has it and he's young (and a man---so not a birth control problem for him)! It is slowly gaining awareness in the U.S., but not many people know about it in Canada. Here are some of the causes: http://www.dvtawarenesscampaign.com/page_1167839485347.html.


I know this sounds like yet another forward email about medical conditions to watch for, but I can only hope that more people become aware of this silent killer (sometimes it doesn't even have symptoms.) I am fine and feeling good, but I was sure shocked by this and didn't have a clue about any of it before!




Here's a really quickie video about it:
http://syndication.newsnorthamerica.com/video/ncd2064.asx


Thanks for listening... please pass it on so we can spread education and save people!!!!


Have a great day,
Hugs,
Brenda

ashes and snow - wings

Rosen -




This evening I prepare the room for Rosen.  I feel how spiritual the work is for me, and take care with cleansing and placement.

I am happy to return to this work I love. 

Here is a Native American proverb from The Huron.

    Let your nature be known and proclaimed.



I was amazed at the energy of the octagon I slept in the last two nights.  Part of it may have been all the windows looking out into the trees, and another part may relate to this saying of The Lakota.

    Everything the Power does, it does in a circle.


May you know and proclaim yourself and twirl in circles, and sit quietly in the circle of yourself, for a time.





Book Cover

Beauty -



This comes from Notes on the Need for Beauty by J. Ruth Gendler.

    The Navajo word hozho, translated into English as "beauty," also means harmony, wholeness, goodness.  One story that suggests the dynamic way that beauty comes alive between us concerns a contemporary Navajo weaver.  "A man ordered a rug of an especially complex pattern on two separate occasions from the same weaver.  Both rugs came out perfectly and the weaver remarked to her brother that there must have been something special about the owner.  It was understood that the outcome of the rugs was dependent not on the weaver's skill and ability but upon the hozho in the owner's life. The hozho of his life evoked the beauty in the rugs." In the Navajo worldview, beauty exists not simply in the object, or in the artist who made the object; it is expressed in relationships.



Today when I saw the sun's rays coming through the tree like crystal bars, I was so affected that I sang om all the way home. I realize now I was, I am,  in relationship with the sun, the mountain, the tree.   We are one weaving, you and me.