Monday, August 31, 2009

A little Chinese year research on my birth...

I was born in the year of the Dog, which is part of the 3rd Trine. We are gifted in oration with relationships being our highest priority. Idealistic and impulsive with total defiance against injustice. We are loyal, yet watch out if lied to because there rears the very protective side. Not much for being told what to do, we will only listen to those we love or trust whole-heartedly.

Moving on, I'm a Yang Metal too. Years of birth ending in 0 are Yang and 1 are Yin. They're opposites ~ masculine and feminine, which is a good thing for we should all strive for balance. Combine two Yangs or two Yins and watch the fireworks (hmm - another item from that part of the world). Now, Yang is masculine, yet the Sign of Pisces is feminine, which bring us to duality...

Pisces is the sign of duality in personality and internal struggles as the two fish swim opposite. It is the last of the zodiac and for that reason have finely tuned intuition and spiritual development. Often referred to as having a sixth sense and the ability to perceive others. They are the "old souls." Although, they continue to thirst for knowledge and personal growth.

And here I thought it was all from being a product of a mechanic and an artist...

Friday, August 21, 2009

In days passed, my spirit of truth has been tested beyond all measure experienced. While enduring and reaching for my surviving nature, it now has become apparent how many so very subtle ways have been reflecting that yes, Lyn, you are on the correct path. You have trusted with all of your heart and not relied upon your own insight. (a remarkable milestone for strong-headed me)

Life is composed of choice.

One commonly asks why? Why am I here? Why am I going through this? Why chaos? Why do I want to run away from reality? Choice. Choice is what places you where you are. Faith is what provides you the gumption to pull up the boots and wade forth for with that you know you are also not alone. Determining what path you should wade requires discernment – a word that may be rare gem in today’s world. It is a piece that I must continually hone for it does not come easy.

So as times pass and you ask why, suggest bad luck and more - go back. Think of the forks on your paths. We are all on journeys. Shake yourself in pure silence…as oxymoronic as it sounds...because it can be enlightening.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Purposely keeping my life busy for now...

Today's Teddy quote says it all:
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.  The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause. Who at best knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievements; and who
at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.  -Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Dr. Ablow's which, I shout - BRAVO!

Great leaders and great political movements have a lot in common with the finest therapists and best psychotherapy:

1) They are relentlessly courageous about exploring that which might otherwise remain under cover—that which might otherwise be accepted as true without real inspection and understanding.

2) They practice a kind of quiet and reflective, yet insistent and intellectually piercing non-cooperation with liars and lies.

3) They are colorblind and blind to socioeconomic status. They see people as individuals with worthy thoughts and rich life stories, regardless of whether they are black or white, penniless or affluent.

4) They are non-violent, whenever any alternative exists, which it almost always does.

And finally, he states:
"The truth always wins—in public policy and in therapy."

Saturday, August 8, 2009

So not only were a couple of people right about my need for speed, but they also hit this nail:  I apparently need little sleep in comparison to most.  But, it's a cumulative matter because WOOFDA - enough becomes enough and I crash.  Sense a crash coming sa-sa-sa-soon.  I can literally fall asleep at the wheel, no, make that on the wheel.  Years ago, rescue call, fire assist, bored out of my mind, forehead on the steering wheel, someone had to stay with the truck, me, of course, next thing I knew, my forehead had an imprint.

Hanging with a variety of characters lately.  Adds some spice, some diversity.

The back, well, it's not the back - thank God!  Let's just say it's off to the "side" of the very lower back and well I can walk now.  As the week progressed, it became easier to get the clutch all the way in and that's a good thing for me and the grocery getter.  Now I just get muscle cramps every once in a while.  I'm looking at it as great, involuntary gluteal exercises.

Working another enduro bike race tomorrow.  It was a little dusty today and with no rain overnight it'll be a blow your nose for a while experience.  Dam* fugitive dust.

The Isle of Man TT DVD was watched a "few" times.  Actually, the sidecar part I've watched MORE than a few times.  Perhaps to the rescue swimmer, rodeo clown, goalie, the addition of monkey is necessary.  Watch a motorcycle sidecar race and you'll get the picture.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Limping along. Don't know how this happened, but I have discovered why - butt muscles have twisted everything awry. Isn't that just the luck?! I used to have occasional visitors in the old office, not anymore. The phone hardly ever rings. That I suppose is good right now as I've taken to laying on the floor once in a while with a tennis ball under me pressing on muscles' trigger points.

I did absolutely nothing on Sunday because I could barely walk. I haven't a clue how people can lay around and watch tv for hours on end.

Doing whatever I can to stay busy and my mind occupied. Reminding myself that everything in life is ebb and tide. Trust in a power higher than thou and not rely on your own insight. One of these days, the sun will shine again.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

I've had a grand time staying in town with Sunni, the blonde, full-coated Golden Retriever.  We've walked along the Lake each day from near the Lakeview Arena to downtown and then all the way back north.  Those ions off that body of water along with the view - good gracious I am so thankful for being here.  

Last night we stopped at the Lower Harbor Marina to chat with friends.  They saw me coming and thought HOLY she finally got another dog.  Nope.  Stole yet another one.

The wind changed this morning.  Remembering what Grandpa always said about wind changes, I checked the horizon and YIKES!  We high-tailed it, well at least Sunni did, all the way back to beat the storm.  It's beautiful again outside so we spent a little time in the backyard for a grooming session.  She's now sound asleep on the kitchen floor.  I do believe I've been tiring her out.  Yesterday morning, I opened the kennel and she was still sound asleep.  We'll try for one more long walk today before I go home.

Two years ago just before Christmas in Target, I bought some window coverings and steel cable to hang them.  Beautiful, icy blue ones that would match the rest of the hint of blue and warm chocolate that I already had.  They've been sitting in the corner ever since.  A few years ago, I transitioned from purple and green to these colors.  Just ahead of the curve ball in popularity, perhaps?  Today's task is to finally put them up in the spare bedroom and complete the look with the comforter and linens that I've had stored.  Fifteen years later and I'm finally getting the place to look and feel like me:  cool and calm, modern with a slightly lodge-like twist.  You won't find a lick of oak and country soon.  If only I were on water, cathedral ceilings, open floor plan, huge windows and surrounded by rock.  I would love to build.  Oh - in my dreams...

I heard from a cousin out west that is moving back to Alaska!  Very, very cool since that is on my short list of places to go.  Alaska, Hudson Bay for the polar bears and New Zealand.

My professional life may take a twist soon, as though the personal life wasn't enough.  Everything happens for a reason.  I hope this to be a step in the positive direction, professionally, and will write more when I can.