Signs of Spring....

Spring has been in Seattle for over a month now. Here are a few signs from our yard.

This is our cedar tree, Goliath.

A close up.

It's been wonderful to watch what Spring time sends forth; also great to be back in our yard again.
Please stay tuned for more--a lot is happening out there.

A Week End Respite....

Some opportunities are just too good to pass up. Kim and I received an invitation to join our friends Deb and Peter (with their two children, Emma and Alex) at a beach house down in Manzanita, Oregon. Manzanita is just south of Cannon Beach and we were quick to say yes to a two night stay and visit to the mighty Pacific.

Peter works for a big well known corporation and one of his associates offered his beach home to Peter and family for a week vacation; the timing also coincided with Peter's birthday.

In the distance, on the left, is Manzanita, Oregon, USA

Our "little beach house".

Talk about seeing how the "other half live"--this for us was one of those times. The beach house was just amazingly beautiful and our jaws dropped when we first entered. Many times Kim and I have wandered these beaches admiring the homes and wondered about who lives in "those" houses and what must it be like. We got that opportunity this weekend. For me it was like being bumped up to first class on an airplane; one never wants to rejoin the coach crowd again--that taste of luxury has such an allure and is like an inhaled intoxicant, rushing to my brain's limbic system. I had to remind myself that this was a special event.

We spent a lot of time staring and announcing whale sightings. Someone would shout, "I think I see something" and we would all scurry to the windows, binoculars in hand, and say, "where? where?" The whales were out there on their northerly route and if one looked very closely and patiently, occasionally we would see a hump or the rising, sprouting water from their blow holes. For me, I t h i n k I saw something but wasn't always sure.
I don't know what would have been so hard for them to do some breaching right out front so one could be sure and thus properly entertained??

Here is Deb, searching patiently.

When we weren't searching for whales, what else could there be to do? Ummm, well how about taking in a movie in the "theater room" of the house? I kid you not! This was just an amazing feature that really made me not want to return to coach.

Here we are in our cozy, cushy chairs. We watched a movie and a nature program from the Discovery channel.

Yes, we did make it outside for some great beach walks too.

And we stopped to smell the wild strawberry plants.

Here's Peter and son, Alex. Kim and I were present at the birth of Alex so we hold a special fondness for this young man. He's handsome, bright, kind and has developed an interest in micro-financing. Who'd of thought?! Such concepts never even entered my mind at his young age.

We got to sleep in and then each morning took time to visit and drink our coffee. Topics covered many realms: parenting, empty nests, where we are in life. We discussed our fears and accomplishments and had lengthy conversations about retirement, end of life and how, should we have any control, we might create some control. Don't be fooled, we also laughed a lot!

For some strange reason they found my morning attire funny;
I don't know why.

A rainbow at the beach; always a good sign.

Alas, our time, as do all things, came to an end.

But, another little voice inside my head reminded me to be grateful for all I have and encouraged me to happily take that coach seat because, either way, coach or first class,
I'm still flying...

Walk My Talk....

As I attempt to work with my clients who are seriously out of control with their addictions and substance abuse, I try to teach them the concept of “remaining in the moment” or as other professionals put it “mindfulness”. So, given this, today as I went to catch my morning bus to work, what did I do but get on the wrong bus. I had not paid any attention to which one had arrived and I just got on without looking or thinking. It wasn’t until I was on the bus that I realized my error. I smiled broadly at a couple of folks I see each day at the bus stop who get on this different bus; I acted like, “Hey, I’m just going in a different direction this morning—a change in my daily plans.” HA!

While it really was no big deal, all I had to do was transfer to another coach later down the line, I was struck by how I was totally not paying attention—truth be told, I was looking at my Blackberry and reading email. This is what 90% of people on the bus now do—we are hooked up to our devices, quietly in our own worlds. Emphasis upon quiet; there is rarely much conversation unless it is someone talking on their cell phone to some unknown entity.

This concept of remaining in the moment often comes up when my client is faced with my questions regarding their “triggers”. What sets you off to want to drink or go use? Almost 100% of the time I get, “I don’t know.” They truly haven’t a clue and thus the concept of mindfulness and being awake to our moments comes up: What were you doing, who were you with, what were you thinking, what was your mood?

This is an amazing challenge given some of the folks with whom I work. Just yesterday I spent my day with two convicted bank robbers, one Level 2 sex offender, one “2 strikes” client, and another long term self described ex Mexican mafia member who’d just gotten released from jail for threatening his protective payee (individual who manages his Social Security money). Add in a large amount of alcohol or some crack cocaine or heroin, a dab of mental illness and we do tend to act a bit goofy…

Me: What happened?

Mexican Mafia Guy: Oh, M'ame, I just called her on the phone because I was frustrated that she wouldn’t give me more of my money; it’s my money. I told her I had a gun but really I don’t; I didn’t mean it.

To make his point of being unarmed he lifted his shirt and did a 360 twirl giving me quick glimpses of a protruding belly, many dragon tattoos and a plumbers view of his butt. A few days earlier he had been dragged out of his building by 5 very large police officers.

Me: Well, you understand that we can’t do things like that—threaten people?

MMG: I told you, I didn’t mean it; I wouldn’t do that…

Me: It’s like this: We can’t scream fire in a movie theater when there really isn’t one—we get arrested for things like that.

MMG: They have a restraining order against me; I didn’t mean it. I don't know how I'm going to get my money.

Me: Do you think that perhaps you scared the hell out of her?

MMG: Well, maybe?...

These days, Kim and I are definitely not lacking for dinner conversation. We try to limit it because there’s an insidious negativity that can be created. We begin to think that this is just what makes up our world. We regularly discuss trying to find compassion in these moments and how for the time we are with the “Mr. MMG’s” we give them our undivided attention and actively push away our personal feelings. I actively try to visualize them as an infant or toddler and that helps me to give them honest compassion because I know that at some young point in time, something began to go terribly wrong.

So, getting back to remaining in the moment, or being awake to what I’m doing, I keep practicing; I have much to learn myself.

I will end with a joke I heard the other night at a comedy show….a good self care technique—go listen to comedy!

So there were three guys waiting to enter heaven and were being interview by St. Pete at the Pearly Gates.

St. P: In order to enter heaven, you must present me with some symbol of the birth of our Lord.

First guy rummages through his pockets and pulls out a lighter. “This represents lights and the star that guided the 3 Wise Men.”

St P: Very good. You may enter.

Second guy goes through his pockets and pulls out keys. “These represents the jingling of the bells.”

St. P: Very good. You may enter.

The third guy is really sweating it. In desperation, he pulls out a pair of women’s underwear and panics when he sees the frown on St. Peter’s face.

“Carole's?” he says.

Get it???? HA HA HA.

Thank you, thank you.

PS: For a few of you who may be wondering (and I know some of you are), NO, the pictured tattoo guy is NOT my client!

A Delayed Post....

A day doesn't go by for me where I don't think, at multiple times, what I was doing a year ago while still in Italy and Europe.

One year later, in January, Kim and I found ourselves back in America and taking part in a national pastime and tradition: Super Bowl Sunday.
These are the treats that we indulged in while watching the game of which the Louisiana team won--the New Orleans Saints, I believe.

While I do greatly miss Europe and my time there, I do try to stay committed to my goal of finding the splendor in where I reside. You may not view Super Bowl Sunday as a splendid event, and I'm not weighing in either way--I would say, however, that one cannot purchase good wings in Italy.

A Question....

So what is a girl to do when she already works full time and finds
that there are never enough hours in the day?

Answer: Why go back to school, of course!
Good thing there's a community college just up the street.

This past week I found myself at Seattle Central Community College trying to figure out their admission's process. I want to earn what's called a "Certificate in Chemical Dependency." Having one expands job opportunities and allows me to do evaluations that can only be done by Chemical Dependency Professionals.

So, there I was Wednesday afternoon, walking down the halls, trying to find the correct offices and mixing in with students who have more tattoos than I have wrinkles.
Is that a good thing? Just something to ponder.

So in my quest I ended up at Admissions with the nice young man behind the desk who spoke ever so softly (I'm sure) leaving me to say "excuse me?" after each of his sentences. Then he would kindly repeat and I would catch what he was saying this time being very careful to also watch his moving lips...

Where he really caught me off guard was when I turned in my sealed transcripts from both undergraduate and graduate school and he casually announced (after a quick perusal) that I needed to take a math test...

"A math test? Seriously??"
"Yes Mame. You haven't taken math in the last three years."
"Well, yes, that's right. I haven't taken math in T H I R T Y years... Are you sure?"
"Yes Mame; go down the hall to the testing center on your left then come back here with verification."
"Oh geeze."

Down the hall I went to a very bored woman who circled a piece of paper that said 'Math--$17.00'
"Go down the hall to the payment center and bring me back the receipt.
By the way, we close at 4:30..."
Oh geeze.

OK, back to the admissions office area and to the payment window. Whew, straightforward. Back to bored lady who escorted me to a room with computers. She sat me in front of one that read, "MATH".

How hard can this be? I found myself thinking; HA HA HA, silly me!
This was my problem:
I do not remember how to do square roots.
I'm not so sure about: 1/3 + 12/18 = 1 ?/30; they had many other interesting combination's.
I do not know what /4-3/ equals or means: I do not understand what those / / enclosing the numbers are for.
I do not remember my triangle areas and angles.
I'm only partially able to do certain percentages.

Once finished (before 4:30; doesn't take too long when you're sure you don't know most of the answers) the bored lady handed me a piece of paper that said '31'.
I do think I know what that means.

So back to the nice young man who repeated all his sentences to hand in my test score.
He handed me back a piece of paper and said,
"Now you need to see an adviser; the information's on the piece of paper."
"Will I have to take math?" I meekly asked.
"You'll have to see an adviser" he repeated.

So, that's where I'm left. Monday night I meet an adviser at 6PM and hope to talk my way out of taking math. Perhaps they will trust that since I have a bachelor's, master's and acupuncture degrees I should be able to successfully accomplish the academic challenges ahead of me without taking math. What are the mathematical odds of that?

Wish me luck. More later, for sure.

My Little Friend, Wendy

My dear friend, Wendy, is traveling the world. She just recently sent me her picture while touring in Egypt. My, how she is expanding her world views!

Kids These Days....

This past week, Kim and I went to a fund raiser for the Puget Sound Community School where our "second grouping of children", Emma and Alex attend.

They had silent and live auction and I was out bid each step of the way and came home with no treasures in hand.

But, I did spy T-shirts for sale and did snag one of them. It's black and on the back are the following recommendations:

practice integrity

engage the community

act with courage

The things we teach our children these days.....
I guess I did find a treasure after all.
Thank you future voters.