- Producer21/10/2016Confessions Of A Soon To Be Ex-TorontonianI came to Toronto, by way of Fort Erie and Ottawa, in the late 1960s. Almost immediately upon arriving and getting a part time job at a discount department store called Towers, I met the girl who would eventually become my wife.I owe Toronto more...
Comments22/10/2016 #26 Sara JacoboviciLoved reading your story @Jim Murray. Especially since I lived in Toronto between 1984 and 2009. I have friends who live in every part of Toronto you mention. I have visited St. Catherines and spent much time in the wine country. It is not just that which made the read so enjoyable. You are a true storyteller Jim, a great communicator. As @Phil Friedman said: "Best wishes to you and your wife for a very long, healthy, and happy stay in the new house. And cheers!"
PS I moved to Toronto from Montreal. I have a little bit of a different perspective re Toronto's history and growth. One thing is that Toronto owes a lot to Renee Levesque (1968-1985) whose separatist party and government led to a huge move out of Montreal, not only of people but of businesses, especially head offices of international businesses, that changed the look of downtown Toronto.22/10/2016 #22 Jerry FletcherThanks for sharing Jim. Somehow your personal tale makes you more of a communications pro to me. A few years back I made a similar decision and moved south of Portland, Oregon to what my friends describe as "where the sidewalk ends." Now, after a divorce and a daughter married and living on the other side of the continent I'm tired of knocking around in a five bedroom house so I'll sell in the spring and try to down size. Moving is never easy, but sometimes you gotta.21/10/2016 #16 David B. GrinbergJim, are you sure this has nothing to do with the Toronto Blue Jays not being in the World Series? (lol). Seriously though, while I've never been to Toronto I've heard wonderful things about it. Plus, I figured if you lived there it had to be(Bee) good. Nonetheless, as I like to say: change is the only constant in life. With that in mind, Jim, it's St. Catharines today and Mars tomorrow (or in 10-20+ years)! Good luck with the move. Also, make some room for us in the USA just in case "you know who" magically becomes President and Americans must flee for greener pastures.21/10/2016 #9 Paul KearleyWell, that's huge @JimMurray. Congratulations to you and your wife! I always thought Toronto was some dark hole in the middle of Ontario that people went to and never were able to climb out of. But, with the world revolving on a good WiFi connection, you can make it anywhere. And with your set of skills you can make it anywhere!21/10/2016 #8 Laura MikolaitisBest of luck to you and your wife in this next, exciting chapter @Jim Murray! Reading about Lake Ontario makes me home sick. I grew up in Northern NY about 30 minutes from the Canadian border and went to college in Oswego, NY on the shores of Lake Ontario. Have a great weekend!
- Producer18/10/2016Frozen Lives & Broken SoulsThe Berlin Wall fell in 1989 and by 1990 I had already made the decision that I would travel to what was called the satellite countries, I would go accompanied or not but I would go no matter what.Travelling on a low budget I found myself heading to...
Comments19/10/2016 #34 Phil Friedman#32 The stories that most catch our notice are the tales of extraordinary heroism, But truth be told, the majority of truly heroic effort and behavior occurs within the context of day-to-day life, and is instantiated by those who consider themselves "ordinary", but who will not accept what is for what should be. If humanity is to be saved, it will be by the "regular guys" with grit, who will do the job.19/10/2016 #29 AnonymousWow, you @Pascal Derrien are what I call 'the REAL DEAL'. I praise you, you have put your heart and soul into compassionate action. This buzz has stirred me emotionally and made me know a deeper side of you which I admire greatly. And although this is an excellent story and written so well, it is what you replied in comment to Ken that speaks the loudest in this buzz: "I should help people broken down people getting back up again...... maybe a conversation or a smile means more than....." We need more of you in the world dear Pascal!19/10/2016 #26 Pascal Derrien#24 thanks @Lisa Gallagher yes a lot of mental illnesses in the street, people not diagnosed or medicalized in any shape or form but it seems nobody cares in the end since my time on the street the drugs plague which was marginal enough is now the biggest problem :-(19/10/2016 #24 Lisa GallagherA story well told @Pascal Derrien. It's so sad because many of the homeless people are mentally ill and from what I've heard, suffer from Schizophrenia. Yes, there are those who are homeless because they lost it all but those who choose to live in the streets through out each bitter winter, well it brings tears to my eyes. You saw it first hand and I'm glad you touched so many lives. I'm sure you touched more than you were ever aware of. Thank you for sharing, you have a kind and caring heart- it's very evident in your writing. Obviously I never knew Joey, but I echo your sentiments, RIP Joey and to all the "Joeys" who died homeless.
- Producer15/10/2016I Said NO! Why Didn't He Listen?The story I'm about to share is a very hard story to talk about. I've gone back and forth in my mind about sharing this story because it really is very personal. This week's news about women being groped and talked about as if they are inanimate...
Comments18/10/2016 #65 Lisa Gallagher#63 Well said @Renée Cormier, "Abuse is about power, so we should never empower our abusers by letting them taint our souls." A good motto to live by. I can't help feeling sad when I hear of anyone who's been abused in any manner but I understand you've risen above the power abusers!! :))18/10/2016 #63 Renée Cormier#60 Please don't feel sad for me. I'm not looking for pity. It is very hard to share those stories because they churn up a lot, but I am okay. I really only wanted to offer a little help to those who are having trouble moving on. Abuse is about power, so we should never empower our abusers by letting them taint our souls.17/10/2016 #60 Lisa Gallagher#58 @Renée Cormier, You sure have been through a lot. I thank you so much for sharing your story, it has to be hard if you've never shared it before. I agree, the good men outweigh the predators by far, and thank god for them. I can't imagine what you experienced for everyone's experience is different and unique to that person. Happiness and trust are choices. Like you, I choose happiness over gloom. It doesn't mean people should ever forget but by not forgetting as you pointed out helps a person to become more intuitive. I'd like to think I read people fairly well too. It's rare I've been wrong about a person's intentions etc... I feel it's a gift and I'm thankful for that. I think we learn to choose our friends well! Again thanks, your story made me feel pain and sad.17/10/2016 #58 Renée CormierThanks for sharing your story, Lisa. I've had my own share of trouble at the hands of men, starting from early childhood. As I read some of the comments below, I find it rather sad that there are people our age who still can't figure out that life is about choices. Bad things happen to all of us and heinous things happen to some of us. All that said, happiness and trust are choices. I'm glad you are someone who can choose to allow yourself to love and trust a man because there are still many who are worth it. Having been sexually assaulted, groped, beaten and drugged at various times in my life. Sometimes I think it will never end. I certainly don't trust all men, but over time, I learned to read people very well and I also learned to trust my instinct. It is there for a reason and it is never wrong. I am a happy and loving person because I choose to be. It takes way too much energy to be anything else. I'd choose joy over anger any day, and believe me, I have plenty of reason to be hateful, resentful and bitter. Here's to love and getting over things!17/10/2016 #56 Lisa Gallagher#52 Thanks for reading @Graham Edwards, these are tough topics to tackle and read. I wish people could carry something with them that would always protect them but if it were that easy, it wouldn't happen at all. Scream a loud NO, yes with a siren in your hand? ;-)17/10/2016 #55 Lisa Gallagher#51 Thanks again for your comment @Lisa Vanderburg, couldn't agree more about the children who had no voice or help to deal with issues no one should have to deal with. Yes, I understood that Praveen's words were of encouragement and enlightenment. I appreciate all the comments on this thread. Always a good conversation to have, too many women still being assaulted and/or raped today. I wish there were better answers for those who suffer both physically and emotionally. Thanks again :))17/10/2016 #51 Lisa Vanderburg#39 Apologies for my tardy reply to your generous and candid reply, @Lisa Gallagher. I so applaud the considered answer; I would be tempted to be berating myself with a borrowed Priest's flagellation weapon by this point, so I'm really grateful that you don't 'feel' that need. That means - at least to me - that you have truly been able to assimilate what was so commonplace, so (still) unspoken of.
I think it was @Praveen Raj Gullepalli who pointed out that there are worse things, and I think he meant it kindly. But it really takes great courage to 'admit' your assault as an adult instead of a child.
The importance that you answer proves is that there are so many people abused as children - worse, less...doesn't matter for this point, that can't speak out; didn't get the psychological help then, and are now are left with 'those lost potentials', as a result.
Well done - I applaud you!17/10/2016 #50 Lisa Gallagher#44 Thanks @Mohammed A. Jawad. There are many women who do speak out and if they have no-one to verify what happened, in other words, it's a he said/she said, many times the woman is considered or called a liar. Women have been ostracized for speaking out unless there is evidence to back up their claim. I appreciate your comment :))17/10/2016 #49 Lisa Gallagher#32 I think it has to be one of the hardest things to come forward about unless you've been physically beaten too and have no choice except to seek emergency treatment, @Melissa Hughes. Women are made to feel as though they asked for this and in many cases, they are called liars. To have to relive the pain is not easy, to report it is hard when you already lack trust in others and realize our system still does not protect people who've been sexually assaulted and/or raped. As in the Sandusky case, other cases and now Trump, I hope people find strength in numbers and understand it's OK to speak up and out against their offender. Thank you very much for your comment and share!16/10/2016 #47 Lisa Gallagher#43 Thanks for reading @Donna-Luisa Eversley, I'm sure it is a tough subject for many because I understood when I wrote this it others may have experienced something similar or worse. I was lucky that I wasn't raped, so I feel fortunate and almost feel whiney in contrast to women or men who've been raped. I would have been raped if my friend had not hidden in the bushes. Thank God for good guys. I think the fact that he was suspicious and saved me from Perry left me with some faith in guys!! My shyness is pre-anticipatory for the most. I'm ok once I get to know a man, most men are good! I was surprised that this incident hit me so many years later. In some weird way Trump reminds me of Perry, no regard for anyone other than himself. No respect for women. Thanks Donna-Luisa, I appreciate your comment!
- Producer13/10/2016Rooted in TimeImage credit: Captain KimoRoots below, branches above; connected, making contact. The trunk acts as the bridge between the two, while its rings measure time.@Ali Anani has been asking, encouraging and teaching us to look at patterns in nature...
Comments15/10/2016 #8 Sara Jacobovici#5 Thank you @Shawn Quinlivan, C.Ht. for your generous and kind words, your reminders of the Park and Sequoia trees and for your line, "...the universe is a vast tapestry meshed by myriad threads of interconnected consciousness, spun in subliminal links of harmony."15/10/2016 #5 Shawn Quinlivan, C.Ht.Beautiful Sara. I love your Ode - and the awareness it conjures. This is a poetic and poignant reminder of how the universe is a vast tapestry meshed by myriad threads of interconnected consciousness, spun in subliminal links of harmony. I am reminded of King's Canyon National Park and the palpable, powerful sentience of the great Sequoia trees. Thanks so much for this! It's really lovely.15/10/2016 #4 debasish majumdermirror gives a virtual reflection to our eyes. it is our brain which can distinguish the reality. quality and quantity relationship is being envisaged by us, as we know the tree we observing is also in a process of continuous changing and the former state of it will never be appeared, as the time we spent in association with the tree will never be the same soothing moment which once being enjoyed never be appeared in same tune. however, lovely insightful post. enjoyed read. thank you very much Sara Jacobovici for sharing such lovely post.15/10/2016 #3 Chas Wyatt"It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!" ~John Muir, July 1890.13/10/2016 #1 Ali AnaniDear @Sara Jacobovici- I surely will start working on a buzz and title it The Sara and I. You stand out as the most engaging person I have had exchanges of mind with. Now, with the honor you bestow upon me by mentioning my name in this great buzz, I am baffled by your quality of thinking and relating. Yess, the tree rings reflect the quality of time and the environment surrounding the trees. Your linking the three parts of the tree with the three parts of the human body is amazingly relevant. What to say more? I am honored that a buzz of mine has a linkage to this post, which I shared on three hives very proudly.
- 05/10/2016This is my first "integrated" piece on social media. beBee is the first place where I am sharing a "personal" post on a "professional" site. This is a reflection of how beBee is successfully bringing the parts of me to a whole. @Ali Anani, your influence crosses many boundaries. I was happy to include a Dr. Ali quote in this article.Sara Jacobovici – Beginning a New Year, when “I” becomes “We”israelseen.com Sara Jacobovici – Beginning a New Year, when “I” becomes “We” I hate starting any work with the word “I”, yet this story is about the process that “I” have been going through in my “I”dentity journey. Although my journey has been ongoing, it isn’t...
Comments10/10/2016 #10 AnonymousI have just now read this wonderful article and I must say dear @Sara Jacobovici - it is a beautiful expression of your journey - which I respect and appreciate your sharing with us. The following statement is certainly something quite profound: "to cease to interfere and allow what is to be and what is not, not to be. It is humbling in the sense that “the world can go on without me” and frightening because I stop to look at what I did over the last six days and take account, take responsibility." This is the awareness of a Sage.05/10/2016 #4 Lisa Gallagher@Sara Jacobovici, what a beautifully written article about "I" and how "I becomes We." You wrote: "My “I” is anciently rooted but growing and thriving in my present ground. I don’t need to “let go” of my past in order to be in the present and look forward to the future. “I” exist in a relationship with myself, others and my world. Everything I do comes from and goes into this relationship." This makes so much sense on many levels and I think our past plays a pivotal role in shaping our futures. Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful article! PS: I loved Ali @Ali Anani metaphor about Trees.05/10/2016 #1 Deb HelfrichI really enjoyed reading this, @Sara Jacobovici. This time of year really feels new to me and this quote speaks to me as a necessary ritual in any well-lived life:
"I am conscious of Shabbat as a day when I need to cease to interfere and allow what is to be and what is not, not to be."
- Producer28/09/2016OCD Pre-Ironman? *New Photos Added*We drove to Georgia to watch my son participate in Ironman Augusta this past week. I had a revelation over the past six days and I think it may work in my favor. There was a lot which led up to my revelation but it didn't smack me in the face until...
Comments01/10/2016 #42 Lisa Gallagher#40 I try @Donna-Luisa Eversley, that's all any of us can do. If we don't succeed, it's Ok, just have to remind ourselves that tomorrow is a new day. I think my family gives me strength- the love we all share is empowering. I'm proud to know you too, your a wonderful person Donna with a heart of gold!28/09/2016 #32 David B. GrinbergKudos to you and your amazing son @Lisa Gallagher, you must be so proud. His fortitude and dedication to setting and achieving challenging goals is indeed admirable. Obviously, he has a wonderful role model in you! Your dedication to beBee is likewise impressive and admirable. As they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!28/09/2016 #30 Lisa Gallagher#29 Hi @Praveen Raj Gullepalli, and one lucky mom too! Yes, I have to give my husband props for being understanding and I really do appreciate him! I agree, the names are fancy, aren't they? As I wrote below, we all have issues we deal with, it's how we come out in the end and manage them that matters. We can also learn from others who have similar issues, they may find ways to cope that work for us too, so sharing is a good thing. You picked up on something, my photos. I have to admit, my camera and love for taking photos takes my mind to a really great place and we have those great memories for a lifetime to keep viewing! Thanks for your kind comment :)28/09/2016 #29 Praveen Raj GullepalliA lucky Son. A loving Mother. An understanding Hubby. A beautiful tale of affection and concern...for being right and for beinng there for all. OCD...ADHD...all conditioned reflexes given fancy names perhaps? Take ten deep breaths ..slow in and out...each time you come up around a "bend" and mentally shoo the pattern away ;) You have a knack for capturing serene, still-life moments and landscapes with your cam Lisa...framed, those pics have the power to calm one down!!28/09/2016 #27 Lisa Gallagher#26 You were a big help @Deb Helfrich, and patient since my anxiety was evident even with my voice. I have to agree, writing about this in the sequence it began and how it ended on a very good note is very useful. It's useful because it helps to recall what works and I think, helps to lessen the anxiety knowing you accomplished something you thought would be tough to trod through.
Great terms, "What fires together, wires together." I find that to be so true. Remembering the positive lessons and repeating them before another event of any kind can help to re-wire what misfires.
I think the OCD that I was told I have is probably intrusive thoughts which was what I was told for years- those lead to anxiety. I'm not compulsive, so it's probably true that I'm not OCD. I think we can all be a bit OCD; life can do that to anyone ;-) Thanks for your well thought out comment and advice, very appreciated!28/09/2016 #26 Deb HelfrichI am so glad I was able to help, @Lisa Gallagher! I think you showed a useful part of the cycle by writing it all out afterwards, so that other people might take the same approach - it doesn't necessarily have to be published either, but the intention to make it clear enough to publish is likely important. I don't necessarily think you are writing about OCD at all. I think you are writing about certain strategies to calm your anxiety that have a chance to work.
Going over things ahead of time is a prudent strategy that airlines and doctors and firemen all do - it is an important career skill if you learn to harness and package it. But because of the anxiety overlaying the thoughts, you forget to do a checkpoint that will allow you to signify you've done your best planning, time to move on. Doing a post-event assessment is another useful career skill and it creates the concrete thoughts that can challenge the next set of anxiety and intrusive thoughts.
What fires together, wires together - which is not to say that there isn't a mis-wiring in the anxiety disease pathway - but you can slowly and steadily learn how to manage living with it so that you continue to be able to participate in life and show up for your loved ones.28/09/2016 #25 Lisa Gallagher#16 Hi @Paul Kearley, it's nice to see you! You're so right, packing my bags and doing this has helped me to realize I'm capable of facing other fears with less anxiety now! I love life and I refuse to allow my anxiety to rule it. I never allowed it to rule but it's caused me to slow down at times. Life is too precious and I'm grateful for so much! Thanks for your kind comment.28/09/2016 #24 Lisa Gallagher#15 @Dean Owen, you only sleep 4 hours? Oh wow.. I could not function. I need at least 6 hrs, 7 hours and I feel great. I have a friend like you, she only sleeps 4 hours and goes all day late into the evening. I must warn you, it's beginning to catch up with her. You could be right about the OCD thing, because as I noted above, I had a hard time accepting that since no one ever told me I had it before. I think my intrusive thoughts appear OCD like and my anxiety causes me to feel out of control, which makes me appear more controlling if that makes sense? The anxiety is real and stinks but I can power through it thanks to so many tools I've been given. I won't lie, there are days it's tough but over all, most people would never know I have it with the exception of the 'internet' now- since I made it public LOL!
- Producer28/08/2016The Cave In The BasementNovember 1978, somewhere in Brittany it is about 6.30 in the evening, it’s dark it’s cold and I am sobbing. I have some difficulty to come to terms or comprehend how I have ended up in the basement of the 5 storey building surely a 10-year-old...
Comments30/08/2016 #25 Pascal Derrien#24 thanks @Laura Mikolaitis not sure originally I could or should write about 4 to 5 topics this year that were very personal, in the end besides the need to position it as a sharing excercise and not self pity it seems to have spoken to many if I judge by the overwhelming messages I got off line. Life is not perfect but great we only have one anyway so better get on with it :-) u just to get rid of excess baggage evrery now and again :-)29/08/2016 #24 Laura MikolaitisVery powerful and personal story @Pascal Derrien. Thank you for sharing it. I can't begin to understand your circumstances and clearly it is something that caused you pain but your openness and ability to talk about your childhood experience here in this forum demonstrates your strength and character. It is clear that you didn't let your pain define you and instead have channeled it so that you can pave the way for others to feel more comfortable sharing their stories. None of us are immune to life's imperfections but sharing our stories certainly offers hope and perspective. I'm glad that you shared yours here.29/08/2016 #22 Vincent AndrewWhat you went through is difficult, no make that very very difficult for any child Pascal. I am sorry you went through this but your story is also one of being in control of yourself at such a young age. Faced with adversity, you looked for solace in a place only you could call home. You found solace in your books. You also had some good times with your father when you played soldiers with him. Thank you for sharing your story.29/08/2016 #21 Mark AnthonyDear Pascal , there may be many of us with heavy backgrounds and experiences due to the horrors of alcohol use however I don't think that makes one persons any less, or more,heavier than anothers. Each individual experience , I think, is unique and the impact it has is incomparable . Thank you for sharing this story as, for me, it is inspiring. #1129/08/2016 #17 Lisa Gallagher@Pascal Derrien, thank you so much for sharing your story. I'm sure it's a story you don't share often because it's painful. No shame, just pain. I'm sure your story is much deeper than what you shared since I know someone personally who grew up with an Alcoholic dad and step mother who was both co-dependent and an enabler. I would hear one horrid story and possibly years later when I didn't think the stories could get worse, this person would let another story slip. Maybe that's half the battle, getting it out there and validating your own pain which is healthy. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I can't imagine the fear, I'm glad you were left alone (even though that had to be uncomforting too) in your 'cave,' your 'safe place'29/08/2016 #15 Deb HelfrichYou captured this nook of your childhood with such a vivid story that it seems to me as if I watched it unfold, @Pascal Derrien. Masterful memory-surfing. That knack for creating your own security has likely helped you make your own path one of clearing the brush for others.29/08/2016 #14 Aurorasa Sima#12 You are allowed to suffer. Pain is not rational like that. Yes, it can help to put things into perspective sometimes. But even the compassionate ones - we´re selfish creatures and suffering because of the biggest current problem. That doesn´t mean we don´t care about others. There is a certain amount of "base" pain. We will not hurt double as much or half as much if something that can be rationally described as "double as bad" or "half as bad" happens. If a child gets veggies instead of the treat it was hoping for, it´ll cry as hard no matter if it´s least favorite or 10th least favorite veggie is being served. You don´t have to deserve to hurt by being the most hurt person in the world.
- 19/09/2016Surprise ending to this title of @Jason Versey's worthwhile post.I AM NO ONEwww.linkedin.com There’s something about hearing your own, earnest, written thoughts or words coming from your own child’s irreproachable hymnal like voice that can lead a guileless man to secret thoughts and...
- Producer19/09/2016The Illusion of ProximitySocial Media is a strange beast and to me it is a bit like giving an oxygen mask to a fish at times. When I was thinking about this unstructured article I was thinking about the illusion of immediacy, the topic being social media I realized I...
Comments20/09/2016 #37 Mark AnthonyDare I say it , there is intimacy , connectedness, which makes me think of Fractals and affinity , and relationships of an interesting, sometimes weird and bizzare , emotional nature . I never got the feeling on LinkedIn that I do on beBee and I deactivated my FB account some time ago . I guess I didn't find what I was looking for. I do think that beBee has plugged a gap , let's hope it stays that way .20/09/2016 #34 Mark AnthonyWell pascal I have been touched by your stories . In fact , you are one of the main people that inspired and helped me gain the courage to write one of ,what for me was , my first meaningful piece of writing , The Happy Boy . That , for me , was something special , cathartic , emotional and liberating .19/09/2016 #27 Lisa Gallagher#14 @Ken Boddie you so eloquently made your point and I agree with you. I have met so many beautiful, sincere and real people on here. I love reading stories about life, travel and all of you! My intentions were never to join social media for the purpose of landing a dream job, it was purely social. I'm proud to be a part of your network @Pascal Derrien and so many of you. I really think many of us make real friendships on here even if they may be virtual. Maybe we should have skype-A-thons on occasion ;-) Pascal, loved your buzz and I visit fish in the sea photos all the time LOL! Keeping it real, love it!19/09/2016 #26 Aurorasa SimaHahahaha ... did you buy it on silkroad while they were still open? The SM way of doing it would be starting a crowdfunding campaign for the app to be, I guess. Nothing is tactile that does not want to be touched. Still, that app would sell. Social sell?
I wonder how many people are like me and would not even happen on "social" media if they would not have to.19/09/2016 #18 Sara Jacobovici@Pascal Derrien, you are a genuine storyteller and this plays a key factor in my SM engagements and definitely contributes to shortening the distance. My only comment to you would be that you may want to look at, in your future post-doctoral research, the (average) age of the individuals in our groups. My bias is that as a (chronologically) mature adult I come to SM with a certain amount of knowledge and experience and language to communicate those and that makes the engagement more "real". I found it refreshingly easy to understand your Buzz, and so felt close to your writing style, images, humour, and so closer to you. Thanks Pascal, beside the learning, I also enjoyed your Buzz.19/09/2016 #17 Sara Jacobovici#14 Love your comment @Ken Boddie both what you said and how you said it. Your last line, "So if the above are signs of true proximal engagement then let's open the illusionary honey pot and celebrate in the illusion of proximity." is a real eye opener. Begs the question, what are the signs of engagement, proximal or otherwise? On a Buzz by @Fatima Williams a discussion was taking place about expectations. I think the signs are based on what we expect from engagement, especially proximal engagement, all based on previous non-SM experiences. And I think that's where the illusionary piece comes from; we project our past experiences from a non-SM environment onto a completely different environment. In spite of all of this, thanks for the opportunity to engage with you Ken. I think in your case, humour has to be on the top 10 list of signs.
- Producer11/09/2016"Eyes Wide Shut"** Title of Stanley Kubrick film, 1999. Image credit: ollyalexandiesire.tumblr.comAs hard as I try, I cannot shut out the images of 9/11. I have never written a political Buzz on beBee and I am not about to begin. This story is consistent...
Comments12/09/2016 #25 CityVP Manjit#24 More than not "for naught" I love the expression Peter Thiel uses "Zero to One" http://zerotoonebook.com/ which is a good reminder that @Juan Imaz and @Javier beBee are at this given minute in California in Silicon Valley, where Peter Thiel resides - where they call it "pitching", whereas I call it bringing home the money for a greater vision - and a part of that vision should be hexagonal thinking. There will come at time when we will be frightened to take the next step, it is in these moments we come back to vision - "Eyes Closed Open".12/09/2016 #24 Sara Jacobovici#23 Dear @CityVP Manjit, honoured to be sharing the same plane as you! I have been struggling to write my article on synchronicity and in the meantime have taken different branches out from that topic . One of them has been "hexagons". You write, "The diversity of a hexagon is marvelous to me compared to the two traditions." This and your closing paragraph now enable me to bring a few thoughts together. Our exchange(s) are not "for naught", neither is how you incorporated your geometrical/metaphorical design of how you see things a coincidence. I also have a great title of an important section of the work, "The diversity of a hexagon..." Thank you for taking the effort and time to see this through. Thank you as well for your kind and generous words.12/09/2016 #23 CityVP Manjit#22 Sara what is the difference between a triangle and a hexagon? I would say six parts of difference where the triangle points to the center and not to a level. This takes me away from both levels by hierarchy, or levels by scale. Yes, the scale has defined our global system of justice, but that is because the scales of justice are based on measurement, here this is metaphorical weight.
Each triangle points to a different rate of evolution, so think how I have been online for 17 years simply thinking my thoughts and still continue to do so - that brings a time value of 17x compared to maybe 2x or even less. Now when I compare your work reaching people with a continuous empathetic level there may be a time value of 40x - and even if you decided to cease evolving that way, it would take me until I am 95 to be where you are have so far arrived on this particular time value. The more evolved we get the more weightless we get - until we are free. The diversity of a hexagon is marvelous to me compared to the two traditions.
The hexagon for me is the composite between the triangle and the circle - the two forms of organization and belief that today represent symbolic representations of the west and the east . Here at beBee you and I are forming the third way - and we find our diversity in the time value of the hexagon our respective lives represent. For sure we can hexagons together and form honeycombs of network intelligence - but it is what develops inside our respective metaphorical hexagons that matter. Anyone who talks Tayfun Demiroz in Australia will see this, for when he was leading the Istanbul Company of Friends, I was talking about hexagons back then. Little did I know that 15 years later I would arrive at a place called beBee.11/09/2016 #20 CityVP Manjit#19 Dear Sara, again it goes back to uniqueness and not comparison, I am looking at the ugliness in relationship to beautiful, but this is not the same thing as examining the relationship between ugliness and horror. A sensitive human being will by nature avert themselves from the truly horrific while acknowledging that the truly horrific exists, hence your statement QUOTE ["s hard as I try, I cannot shut out the images of 9/11. I have never written a political Buzz on beBee and I am not about to begin.] END QUOTE. I am looking at ugliness not in the context of 9/11 but as Stephen Bayley says in this architectural review article QUOTE: ["We all enjoy beauty. But an appreciation of ugliness is necessary to it. The beautiful and the ugly are not opposites, but aspects of the same thing. ] END QUOTE from https://www.architectural-review.com/archive/viewpoints/the-ugly-truth-the-beauty-of-ugliness/8641754.article
My mother like you is an extremely intelligent woman; when there is an aspect of horror, she is intelligent enough to know the nature of the horrific, but will not go there, because it can only serve to damage her soul - that is a higher order of being and in that regard the level of sensitivity you possess is what should be admired. There is that immature neanderthal part of me that has not attained yet a higher level of consciousness - but I see people who have it, and it can be seen at the point where you don't want to entertain the cruelty of existence for it adds nothing to one's wisdom - and I consider that to be an evolved trait. That is what I am learning here when I read your thinking and Ali Anani's thinking. This is an evolved state rather than age or gender - and my mother is evolved in the same way, and if I were to evolve to the same depth of sensibility you or my mother possess, my mother would be the first to hug you and say "you have helped my son become a human being". I am getting there.11/09/2016 #17 CityVP Manjit#9 Can I forget the ugliness because I want to focus on the beautiful? On focusing on the beautiful, the measure of beauty is the depth of ugliness that exists, this too is another paradox. There is ugly even in the beautiful, as there is the beautiful in the ugly.11/09/2016 #11 CityVP Manjit#10 Dear Sara, I see this as diversity and I welcome this variety of perspective. I wake up to life is as fresh new day, a clean slate and then in my life it is memory that interrupts because I am a daydreamer. I know that memories are not permanent artifacts in our mind, that we constantly replenish the memory, and that act of replenishing if it changes a lot, we end up with a false memory, but this is what is important to me about memory - that memory is image. I don't want a relationship with that image, I choose my relationship as is. Just as problematic for me, at a personal level is future casting. This is projecting and dwelling on something that has not happened yet and whether it is living in the future or living in the past.
I have reconsidered saying "why do people fear loneliness" and that is too much of black and white statement because relating that to heaven and hell leaves no room for nuance and it absolves myself of saying "why do I fear loneliness" It is of no value falling into a generalization such as "why do people", but it is valuable recognizing being alone is something I am personally comfortable with - but that does not mean that others are comfortable with it.
Shelley White in a blog makes a distinction between loneliness and solitude http://www.collective-evolution.com/2014/10/20/the-gift-of-spending-time-alone-the-difference-between-loneliness-solitude/ I don't make that distinction unless loneliness is viewed as a negative, which is how Shelley expresses it. That is who Shelley is, I accept her way of looking at this. There is a point where loneliness becomes a topic of religion rather than a way we individually come to the world, and that to me is problematic because that is no longer about who I am, but an exaltation of faith. Loneliness is a word packed with personal meaning, but the meaning I carry about loneliness is unique to me - in that the only argument is my conscious - and here my empathy is not drained.11/09/2016 #10 Sara Jacobovici#8 Dear @CityVP Manjit, you are a gifted writer and I understand what you are saying and appreciate how you say it, but I respectfully disagree. You write:
"I am made of the same stuff of the universe, until memory tells me that I lack it and does not let me unshackle or free me so I become the substance of the universe again. Memories isolate us, but to be truly alone is a powerful re-connection that each of us is a world. Why do people fear loneliness unless memories have made of the universe that hell and not a heaven."
From my perspective, memories are part of the same stuff as us and the universe. Memories don't tell me what I lack, memories are pieces of my process of becoming, coming to the now and moving me into the future. Memories don't isolate me, they connect me to time and space and the potential of relating to others. I am not shackled by memories, they free me to see, they give me perspective. I don't fear being alone and I try to be aware of when I experience loneliness; I work hard at knowing the difference. Memories don't make my universe a hell. I am responsible for my actions, thoughts and beliefs. If hell exists, it is external from me; I may not have control over the hell that exists, but I have control over how I choose to respond to the hell. I am the maker of my internal heaven when others have made an external hell. Finally, the hell that exists is like the evil minority you speak of. I try my best not to allow the small section of hell blind me to the vastness of heaven.11/09/2016 #9 AnonymousSuch a deep and profound introspection dear @CityVP Manjit! We are "alone" and yet we are "together", alone - is this what it may mean to be "whole"? Still, it is a great paradox. I "hold on" to the natural beauty that exists in each of us and recognize the power it contains. Having said that, I shall never 'forget' the reality that there is an 'ugliness' in the world that also exists. It is a mystery - this apparent yin and yang. And yet there are portals of safety that may be found as we seek "truth".11/09/2016 #8 CityVP Manjit#6 Another aspect @Irene Hackett in this is that I think we grossly underestimate the goodness in this world and vastly overestimate the evil, for sure every act of evil registers into our soul, but in each forgotten day of our lives, such goodness prevailed that it is taken for granted
It is the minority that then fill our attention, a minority who engage in evil, and then we feel separated or even torn asunder - but we also sever the silent majority of goodness because we make circumstance bigger and proportionality skewed by what we can remember, rather than this moment called now. This is why we then value togetherness because we are still apart, still separated by memories of our past - and not like lonely stars shining their light unto the universe, wanting nothing in return.
I know you share @Ali Anani and his view of togetherness but for me life is not about the value of togetherness, it is to be whole. With my wife already awake and downstairs I sit in my bedroom but am I alone? I am a child of the universe and the universe is alone and in this paradox of lonely stars we find the infinite points of togetherness, the eternity we came unfolded from and we unfold back to - because then we are fully present to the universe, rather than the imprinted memory of the past. Our insecurities, our fears, our scars that is what we hold onto - not the universe that originally made us and which we were never separate from.
I am made of the same stuff of the universe, until memory tells me that I lack it and does not let me unshackle or free me so I become the substance of the universe again. Memories isolate us, but to be truly alone is a powerful re-connection that each of us is a world. Why do people fear loneliness unless memories have made of the universe that hell and not a heaven.11/09/2016 #7 Ali Anani#1 “Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.” – Helen Keller
Now, I know more the value togetherness. I repeat what I wrote "one bubble can't do it alone. Thousand of bubbles together may be the life savers".
And we say we forget the past. Is that possible @Sara Jacobovici
I corrected typos in my previous comment11/09/2016 #6 Anonymous#1 A most important point dear @CityVP Manjit, I say this is it! "For all the tragedy that day represented, it also produced great stories of the human spirit - and that is what I focus on, that in times of trouble when our better angels come to the fore and serve to elevate the human spirit." For what reason are we here together, but to edify one another?
- Producer08/09/2016The Sound of Silence: When Thoughts Consume Your ThoughtsMusic has long been a tapestry that chronicles my life -- a timeline, if your will.It's like an unending spool of thread that sews the bits and pieces of my life together. Some good, some bad.For me, nothing conjures up memories like a favorite...
Comments12/09/2016 #14 Randy KehoShe responded with a smile, which is the most I could have expected. She's mostly bedridden or in a wheelchair at best. She's been in hospice care for months, weighing maybe 80 pounds. She's a fighter, always has been, and the staff often falls victim to a punch or two on a daily basis. She doesn't like to be touched, but she needs help doing everything. They nicknamed her "Tyson," after the professional boxer.#611/09/2016 #12 Praveen Raj GullepalliArresting thoughts dear @Randy Keho...kind of an eye opener to another perspective on music too for me. Can't believe you would not turn on that music sitting right in front of the radio! I always felt music was the water that could cleanse and transform everything ...thought, mood, motive in a few minutes; but you gotta drink a bit of it first! :) I can switch off my entire thought process in a few seconds just by turning on a song...and shift into whatever mood I want to get into. I have felt healthy in the middle of a severe viral fever...forgotten the discomfort...if only for a few moments...listening to a song i like...and I suspect that it accelerates healing too! I have ignored heartache, headaches, pain of personal loss and lots more, just by immersing myself into music. It is such a fabulous escape too, come to think of it! I have even brought on depression deliberately in moments of happiness, just by listening to a particular kind of music. Such is the power of music over mood. Eating breakfast before starting for school early morning in the late seventies, in my hometown in south India...decades ago...sitting at the small table with my brothers chomping it all down...i can vividly recall the daily requests for Denver, George Baker, Tom Jones, Neil Diamond, Cliff Richard, Jimmy Cliff, Beatles, Linda Ronstadt, Olivia, Boney M, Abba...and more... on that old box Murphy Monitor! Took away the schoolboy blues! There was a smaller Philips transistor too... playing Hindi or Telugu songs for my grandma in the other room. Ahh the longing for those moments hurts! And I feel terrible about Mom...it must be so damn hard to come to terms with it...you stirred up so many memories Randy! Thank you.11/09/2016 #10 Phil FriedmanTruly terrific piece, @Randy Keho. Because you avoid celebrating your issues in the all-to-common form of emotional exhibitionism. You convey the depth of your feelings and the seriousness of the subject, not to mention your feeling toward your mom, without inviting shallow expressions of sympathy. But instead share what you've learned about copy. Well done, indeed. Sharing this now.11/09/2016 #9 Dale MastersBeing a singer/songwriter who (thankfully) was able to conquer the deep depression that fuels much our music, I can relate, @Randy Keho. Sometimes the music we write acts as a sort of bloodletting for the soul. They're purifying tears of emotional blood and sound, taking out the "old, bad" blood to make room for the nourishment every soul needs. I think it's understood only by those who have experienced the same thing. It's literally beyond words...but not outside the language of music, which is the language of the soul.09/09/2016 #6 Sara JacoboviciAn important story @Randy Keho, beautifully communicated and one that needs to be "heard". If I may suggest, from my perspective, there is a difference between not being able to hear something and silence. Mozart (don't hold the fact that he was a classical composer against him ;) said: “The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between." Nothing can take the sound of music away from you, it's always there when you can hear it and its silence.
PS Did your mother respond to hearing the Irish reels?09/09/2016 #5 Aurorasa SimaConsider me highly entertained and interested. I even learned a new word. Caca ... ca ... cacophony. I did not imagine you being a dancer. Any videos? I´ll invite you to my next webinar when I talk about the default state of the brain. It shows how depression looks in your brain and how you can work on gaining power over the single thought of darkness. Depression, Anxiety, Burnout are conditions that are visible in a brain scan. Thank you and @Lisa Gallagher for sharing and helping to raise awareness. I can imagine how much strength it takes to take care of your parents.08/09/2016 #4 Lisa Gallagher#3 Thanks @Randy Keho, it's been my hope by sharing my own personal stories that others would feel free to as well. I'm glad you shared yours! I also appreciate the fact that you were open, it does take a bit of courage. Each time I post something new, I swear I sweat bullets for a while before I finally hit post. I would love to see the photo, I bet you have many stories to tell about your mom's time as an Irish dancer. My husband's father had dementia and it was tough on the entire family. Will keep you in my thoughts (and your mom)!08/09/2016 #3 Randy KehoThank you for your reply @Lisa Gallagher#2 I tagged you because I've read your personal battles with anxiety and admire your courage to speak openly about it. I appreciate your efforts to help dispel the stigma of mental illness.
I believe I do have a black-and-white photo of mom in one of her outfits and some medals, too. The aunt who practically raised her was a dance teacher in Belfast -- very old school.08/09/2016 #2 Lisa GallagherHi @Randy Keho, thanks for tagging me. I'm really sorry to hear about your mom, dementia is tough illness to watch a loved one 'wither' away from as you put it. Keep hanging on to those happy memories, even now! I had so many wonderful memories of my mom and I can honestly say they helped me to cope when she became bedridden. I didn't realize they were helping at the time but they did. I'm also sorry you suffer from depression. I can really relate to jumping from one topic to another, the brain tends to run in circles at times, faster than the physical body. Depression is a lonely and frustrating illness. I'm glad you're able to recognize your triggers. Keep listening to the music you enjoy, even if you feel you haven't heard it- it may be helping. You are proof that we can never assume that someone lives a carefree life because you are the jokester and you have provided so many visually lovely stories. I know everyone has their battles but there are many battles that seem socially acceptable to speak of while depression and other illnesses still take a back burner to what's considered socially acceptable. I think social media is helping to change that perception, or that is my hope. I remember not that long ago, it was something people kept hush for major fear of being rejected by others who didn't understand it at all. I hope the stigma is completely gone one day because it is a medical illness. Your right- there are many positives in life and I try to hang on to those too. My kids bring me a lot of joy. I'm glad you are able to do that. Lastly, I think it's so cool that your mom was an award winning Irish dancer, are there any photos? Thanks for sharing this and love the poster, darn those voices lol.
- Producer05/09/2016September 9, 2016 Postscript: On Swimming In Poison With Horses🏊💦☠September 9, 2016 Postscript:It was interesting in and around my apartment complex during the recent great flood in Baton Rouge. The complex, located in the area where Coursey Blvd (which Intersects with Sherwood Forest Boulevard) turns into...
Comments22/10/2016 #196 jesse kaellis#195
It's like Agent Orange or something. There was an old man that played craps at the Union Plaza when I was dealing there. He would make one roll bets "on the hop" which is entirely redundant. Hard twelve on the hop. WTF? He wore these bright orange shirts and red pants. We called him Agent Orange.
Maybe you can somehow recover from your exposure. I really hope so, Gerald.17/10/2016 #193 Gerald Hecht#191 @jesse kaellis I know; but I also know what they manufacture here and what the "waste products" are; there is no medical treatment for this; but --the good thing is there is a timeframe! The "playing field" has clear boundaries ...I know the difference now between wasting time and doing something for living things that will come after me17/10/2016 #189 Gerald Hecht#188 @jesse kaellispersonal redress is criminal --the whole joint is a criminal enterprise; don't worry about me; let's fix the joint and at some point it will become noticeable that our appearance coincided with the complete disappearance of the criminals; they will all say pretty much the same thing: "it's weird --it's as if the swine just vaporized or something..."16/10/2016 #183 Gerald Hecht#182 @jesse kaellis This happens to me too; It started after I was exposed to the chemicals in the flood waters --also a tingling in my left great toe --I wonder if @Ian Weinberg has any thoughts as to possible petrochemical precursors/end-products which could be responsible?16/10/2016 #178 jesse kaellis#173
I read a book by Primo Levy, one of the most sublime of the survivor novelists; he wrote that the Hungarian Jews refused to do that work, to be Sonderkommandos and the Nazi's gassed the entire block en masse. All 400 hundred of them. Perhaps it's better to lose your life then lose your soul. I tried to watch that movie again, to watch "Son of Saul" and I couldn't even take it. I quit a third of the way through. The movie made "Shindler's List" look like some Pollyanna fairytale. Cloyingly sentimental.
- 15/08/2016Help others and doors shall open for you without even expecting them to ever open.
A gem from the pen of @Ali AnaniThe Death of My Brother, but not his great lessonwww.linkedin.com My brother Eng. Azzam passed away fifteen years ago at the age of 47 suffering from brain cancer. I still remember him walking in my office shortly before his death walking in my office with a...
Comments18/08/2016 #7 Margaret Aranda, MD, PhD"Help others and doors shall open for you without even expecting them to ever open." ~ This true story truly needs no prose, font, or 'Bold' to make it ring alive. It sinks and sails to the words my father taught us, as he told of giving his jacket off his own back to a homeless man at the railroad track. He just couldn't walk away, or look past. He had to act. "Act." Your brother "Acted" and showed true "Love." And there is nothing that conquers All better than true love. Thank you for sharing such a personal and profound accounting, one that I will share with you every July 5th, as I remember Love that Still lives. For you, your brother, my father, and the anonymous man with big, big eyes.
- Producer13/08/2016Interviews and Beyond: Franci Eugenia HoffmanWe can learn a lot about a person from their past and their present, and if they will let us look beyond, we can find their hidden possibilities . This interview is about the way our imagination works. It is just a way of the storyteller, sharing...
Comments26/08/2016 #58 Pamela L. WilliamsI couldn't believe it when DWordslayer asked what I thought of this interview and I said; I wrote a comment, didn't you read it? Well that comment isn't here!
So here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known, like a drifter I was born to walk alone :-) Darn that back to school commercial; I can't get White Snake out of my head now!
Franci, you are a wise and wonderful woman. That you used one of my idols; Maya Angelou to speak for you did not surprise me. I can see the similarities of thought and emotion between the two of you.
Donna-Louisa seems to have the power to ask just the write questions to bring out and inner-self.
I completely agree that it is time for term limits in Congress. The plan you laid out is fabulous. Anyone that spends decades in a power position like that accumulates too much ego and power of their own.
Thank you @Donna-Luisa Eversley for bringing us even closer to our sage poet Franci. She is an writing inspiration to us all.23/08/2016 #52 Laura Mikolaitis@Donna-Luisa Eversley, I'm a bit lax in circling back to this great post - my apologies. Life has been hectic and I've been on and off the grid for the past couple of weeks. But, this is a wonderful interview and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and getting to know more about @Franci Eugenia Hoffman and her repertoire. Franci, one of my favorite take away's from this interview is this: "I would give the world love, peace and common sense." What a beautiful gift, and the Maya Angelou quotes are a perfect way to present the why.
Donna, thanks for opening the blinds and letting Franci's light shine through. What a great read!15/08/2016 #50 Donna-Luisa EversleyHey @Deb Helfrich thanks for sharing your thoughts, London is such a beautiful place I hope to live there in the near future. I've read this interview many times and I'm amazed by it also.. hahaha, @Franci Eugenia Hoffman has such deep and thought provoking thoughts her responses have spurred me to question more and go deeper into my own dreams! BTW nice profile pic ! #28
- Producer27/07/2016FROM MY MOTHER’S FILESThis past weekend my mother was unwell. We do not agree on many things, and for a moment I thought she would leave too soon. As is the norm, when I visit we eventually disagree, mainly about differences in choices.My thoughts went to our most recent...
Comments11/08/2016 #13 Donna-Luisa EversleyFriends, I have printed and shared all your comments with my mom. She was moved to tears and quite impressed with the 'possibilities' from technology, and commented she never thought she would have readers. I gave her a printed version of the post and comments, and she asked which country you were all from and wanted to know more. It was great seeing her so happy. Here is here comment to all of you so far,@Sarah Elkins @Phil Friedman @Franci Eugenia Hoffman @Dean Owen @Lisa Gallagher @Sara Jacobovici @Laura Mikolaitis @Jim Cody
" Thank you for your kind sentiments. It was meant to give a different perspective. Hope you enjoy future articles. If everyone lit just one small candle how very bright this world would glow. Donna-Luisa's Mom "30/07/2016 #12 Vincent AndrewMy first reaction after reading this article is how special it can be to read a parent's work. My late father was good with his hands and when he gave something to me he would engrave for example my initials on my watch. I treasure those markings on the watch because it tells me how much he cared. This is a good article making us reflect the importance of kindness even if others don't think it's important. As @Phil Friedman said it's better to be optimistic. Best wishes to you and your mum.29/07/2016 #11 Jim Cody@Donna-Luisa Eversley As I read this it reminds me of my mother (91 yrs. old) who had to go into a senior living center as she became incapable of living alone. Since I live 4 hours away and don't get to see her as often as I would like I too ask God for more time. My prayers to you and your mother.
Love through Christ,
Jim29/07/2016 #9 Laura Mikolaitis@Donna-Luisa Eversley, thank you for calling this piece out to me and most of all for sharing your mother's gift for words. It is clear that you take after her. I recently heard a song which is titled "Humble and Kind" and it really resonates, much in the same way your post does. We could all use more kindness in our world, and we can all be kinder too. There will always be differences, it is part of what makes life so interesting. And it's learning to respect those differences that make a difference. Thanks for sharing!28/07/2016 #7 Sara JacoboviciI would like to echo @Dean Owen and @Lisa Gallagher and add that you have taken what you recieved, genetically and/or otherwise, from your mother and made it your own @Donna-Luisa Eversley.
As long as we are not indifferent, as long as we struggle and debate, there is hope. You say it so clearly when you write, "I think we all have a responsibility to ourselves to leave our mark on this earth, better than when we entered; and if we can’t maybe just leave it as it was – not worse."28/07/2016 #4 Franci Eugenia HoffmanKindness and reaching out is so important today. Even though it seems there is a lack of caring, I agree with @Phil Friedman there are more who care than don't. Lately, I turn my back on the news so as not to dwell on the negativity in the world. We have to move on with our lives as they we were meant to be. ""We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated." - Maya Angelou28/07/2016 #3 Phil Friedman@@Donna-Luisa Eversley - unfortunately there are people in this world who do not consider themselves lucky to be better off materially than some of their fellow men. And sad to say there are some for whom doing well is insufficient, unless there are people who fall into a suffering group of people , doing less well than them. Thankfully, there are more who care than those who don't, which is what keeps life from becoming too brutish to tolerate. I recommend to my daughters not to reflect on these facts too much, but just to live on the assumption that those they meet are goodhearted... until they know otherwise. That does not mean I recommend to them being careless or naive. Only to be optimistic. For if one isn't optimistic about humanity, one will live perpetually unhappy. My best to your mother and you. -- Phil F27/07/2016 #1 Donna-Luisa Eversley@Jim Murray @Franci Eugenia Hoffman @Sarah Elkins @Sara Jacobovici @Ibukun Adebayo @David B. Grinberg @Milos Djukic @Lisa Gallagher @Laura Mikolaitis @Michael Hillebrand @Phil Friedman @Dean Owen @Don Kerr @Ken Boddie @Mamen Delgado... the tree this fruit fell from!
- Producer23/07/2016Moments: Snap shots in time.A special thank you to Lisa Gallagher and Dean Owen. Lisa's article on her life as an insomniac and the photo of her sunrise reminded me of the importance of moments in our lives: past, present and yet to come. Dean recommended that I post this...
Comments15/10/2016 #21 Joel Anderson#16 As we walked through the museum, I stuck close by my seat mate from lunch, listening to her brother explain every piece in the museum and asking her questions along the way. You see, every piece had a personal story. Each piece had been donated by, because of, or in remembrance of someone that they had come across or knew some 60 years before. As we carefully made our way through the museum, I noticed that my new friend was becoming more and more somber as we went through each section of the museum. Then at the final section, before one could enter, she begin to cry with tears coming down her cheeks. I turned to her brother and asked what was wrong, is there something I can do? He gently put his hand on my shoulder and said, no this room is the only room dedicated to one person. Your see, my sister was the eldest. She was a teenager. She met a boy, a US soldier. They fell in love and he had written his folks about their desire to marry when the war was over. So we entered this special room and there right in front of us was a picture of two young people. A young man and a young woman. You could tell that they were happy. It was a picture that had accompanied a letter and years later, had made its way back to the museum. He told me that he was killed at the Battle of the Bulge. My sister never married and she has loved that young man her entire life. Yep, a moment--a snap shot in time, before and after.15/10/2016 #20 Joel Anderson#16 As we walked through the museum, I stuck close by my seat mate from lunch, listening to her brother explain every piece in the museum and asking her questions along the way. You see, every piece had a personal story. Each piece had been donated by, because of, or in remembrance of someone that they had come across or knew some 60 years before. As we carefully made our way through the museum, I notice that my new friend was becoming more and more somber as we went through each section of the museum. Then at the final section, before one could enter, she begin to cry with tears coming down her cheeks. I turned to her brother and asked if something was wrong, is there something I can do? He gently put his hand on my shoulder and said, no this room is the only room dedicated to one person. Your see, my sister was the eldest. She was a teenager. She met a boy, a US soldier. They fell in love and he had written his folks about their desire to marry when the war was over. So we entered this special room and there right in front of us was a picture of two young people. A young man and a young woman. You could tell that they were happy. It was a picture that had accompanied a letter and years later, had made its way back to the museum. He told me that he was killed at the Battle of the Bulge. My sister never married and she has loved that young man her entire life. Yep, a moment--a snap shot in time, before and after.15/10/2016 #17 Joel Anderson#16 Thanks Tony. Interesting perspectives on moments, before and after Thanks for sharing the pictures. As part of my experience I recall a trip we made to Bastogne and surrounding areas. One specific scheduled event was a lunch and tour of a place, as I recall, called "The Freedom Museum." It was a privately run museum by a family who had experienced both the war and the Battle of the Bulge. While we had lunch, we listened to the brothers and sisters who had transformed a family farm, its barns and outbuildings, into a memorial for those who fought, died and others who made it home. It was a personal tribute to people they had met and gotten to know during the war. We laughed and shared family stories and then, before we took the tour, they explained some of the background. Their farm had been used as an assembly area/rest and relaxation (R&R) spot for troops who were being given a break from combat before they would be sent forward for more action. They explained that they were teenagers and some of the "youngsters" as they referred to their baby siblings, were just children at the time. So we finished lunch, made a toast to those that had gone before and headed out of the farm house to the museum. During lunch, I sat next to one of the older siblings. A wonderful lady, with a great sense of humor. During the toast, I noticed her demeanor changed just a little bit. I thought it was the nostalgia of it all. She just patted my hand, smiled and simply said "a good life."15/10/2016 #16 Tony BrandstetterHey Joel, Tony B here, I just joined the group, I am excited, I bought everyone donuts, help yourself. Here is a link to images of Normandy before and after, interesting, a must see if you haven't already. Mmmm Jelly donuts....http://www.cbc.ca/news2/interactives/before-after/d-day/index.html24/07/2016 #13 Sara JacoboviciI read your story @Joel Anderson and then the comments of your readers and your replies. I can only say that I, too, fit into this time frame with my story and that of my father. The photo for me reflects the movement of time captured within that moment; the movement and flow of the soldiers from where they came and towards where they are moving is a bridge between the beach and the elevated ground. I will conclude with your words Joel: "As I grew up there were other snap shots in my life that had profound effect, some obvious and known at the time and some unknown and not readily apparent at their particular moment. I am convinced that these experiences, past-present-and future, each that have occurred or will occur during their own season, their own time and their own place at a particular point along my journey have occurred for a reason."23/07/2016 #12 Joel Anderson#7 Thank you and despite our own individual steps, our own stories and our own personal journeys-we need to take the steps and make the moments in our lives with a sense of commitment and purpose to live well indeed. All the best on your journey and the steps you take to make a difference; one moment-one step-one person at a time.23/07/2016 #11 Joel Anderson#6 @Dean Owen it was profoundly moving indeed. At the time, I had command of the Marine Security Guards for Western European and Canada. There were other battlefields, other historic sites, places and people that were encountered during that tour. Each provided equally compelling and poignant moments in time. In the photo, I just found so much in what on the surface seems like a simple snap shot in time, merely capturing troops walking up a hill. The second individual in the photo was called out specifically by Melinda Hall who informed us that several weeks later, he was killed in action. There are so many stories that could unfold from that simple picture, but I found the fact that in its simplicity, where it captured him in mid stride an important reminder, that we just dont know what that next step will bring. But, in taking the steps in our lives, we not only remember the each step taken before, but know that we must keep moving forward taking the next steps in our journeys, despite the uncertainty before us. Know that I truly appreciate your nudging me forward. Thank you.23/07/2016 #2 AnonymousMy father was a WWII Veteran - drafted as a youth, an Army foot soldier. He was one of few from his Troupe that made it back home; he often wondered why he was spared. The 'moments' I find most endearing when I think of this important part of my Father's courageous life, were the Saturday mornings I could hear him 'busting out' in loud form, the ole' WWII War songs! Invariably, my sisters and I would end up joining with him in SONG. I realize now, what a healthy choice he was making in express a memory. Here's one of the songs we sang gleefully! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71smG5d29to
- Producer22/07/201619. (Memoir Madness)19. I’ve delved into my own memory many times and in doing so, I came to a place where I wondered about memory itself and how trustworthy it really is. How is it that some moments stand out like snapshots, while others are completely gone? How is it...
Comments06/08/2016 #37 Margaret Aranda, MD, PhD#6 Hi @Melissa Kosich: Please "Folllow" me here on beBee and let's talk about your story. I have no financial interest, but the spirit within me hears a begging that I can not ignore. You will have my full attention. Please go to Inbox and write me a Message, after 🌳 Following me, darling. 🌳06/08/2016 #36 Ali Anani@Melissa Hefferman- to be able to stir memories in my mind the way you did is unthinkable. You are a gifted writer and your words flow like water in rocks softening them.
I read this few times and I am still mesmerized "The tricky parts, they are a thread of connected light in my new eyes. The parts we bury, the parts we re-write and seek to reconcile in the outside World, judging, labeling, blaming, separating, “ism-schism games,” over and over again, they are what define who we are. They are what shape our lives, society, and The World".
I am all these feelings right now06/08/2016 #35 Margaret Aranda, MD, PhD"Practicing in slow repetition to the beat of the metronome, over and over again, until the muscle memory was in tact and the notes were played without reading and my heart found its place in the sound. All for a piece of paper that says, you can play, we validate you, welcome to our club." AnD then....."I flirted, courted, and married the dark. Then other memories and events occurred that I could never fit in a space such as this, and now I see things differently.
I don’t need a paper, and I don’t need a club; I play every single minute of my day and I validate me."
The video is the final touch, and you have learned to be 'YOU".... something millions, in droves, never do.
Please write poetry, yes indeed. Whatever your mood, Just look for Hives: Poetry .... I have several, as a result of sweet souls in this writing spree.
And I can't leave you on anything but a bold note only soft, serene for your very being: https://youtu.be/RSJbYWPEaxw . I TWEETED (@medibasket) this song in Dedication to you, just now. 🌲~mags🌲04/08/2016 #34 Anonymous#25 Sometimes the abrupt remembrances contain the grandest of epiphanies. And if you're me, you just go "ohhhh" and your mind expands into new dimensions. Thank you for commenting @Mohammed A. Jawad View more#25 Sometimes the abrupt remembrances contain the grandest of epiphanies. And if you're me, you just go "ohhhh" and your mind expands into new dimensions. Thank you for commenting @Mohammed A. Jawad! Close04/08/2016 #32 Anonymous#30 It doesn't sound weird at all @Peter van Doorn. Not at all. I quite agree with you. Everything happens for a reason and I choose to look for the good, always. For me, the lessons and blessings caused me to become aware that I'm always travelling on the road each and every minute of the day. Why not have an adventure and why not me, I like to ask myself. Funny how the hows and whats just seem to show up when you look at it that way.04/08/2016 #30 Peter van DoornThank you for being so open. I too have not more than a few memories of my past. And yet, some triggers make me remember every detail. A scent, a picture, a move, a sound, an expression. I learned I remembered all somehow. Access, however is limited in a conscious manner. Is that a bad thing? No. It prevents me from drowning in melancholia. The past has been. It has made me what I am now. I only remember the lessons. The lessons make me remember the road I want to travel. Sounds weird, I know. It seems to work for me.25/07/2016 #25 Mohammed A. JawadAha...our tiny, watery brain retains some and leaves some memory. That's the marvelous beauty of our mind! We recall something, we forget something and some vanishes completely. Yet, how strangely incidents, faces, smell, symbols, places and things click our inward regions of our brains and we abruptly remember something.25/07/2016 #21 Anonymous#20 That you reflected on you and discovered something makes me immensely happy @Deb Helfrich. Thank you, for being YOU! Your caring, thoughtful, comments have clearly touched and inspired many so thank you for the inspirations! This: "The consciousness that we all possess, somewhere about our personages, is full of the wonder and inspiration that we seek" Why yes, "that we all possess," and one day, just maybe one day, we will all find our unique flow.... here's my prayer to the Aether: http://www.notesfromtheether.com/let-it-be.html24/07/2016 #20 Deb HelfrichWhat a fantastic post to revisit only to find my BFF, @Salma Rodriguez! What a wonderful conversation. Let's see, how to chime in? It has been clear to me for a very long time that the allusion of seeking spirituality from 'on high' 'up in the clouds' has separated us from what is definitely within us. The consciousness that we all possess, somewhere about our personages, is full of the wonder and inspiration that we seek.
I also have an age - 15 that relates to the cessation of my music lessons. I was forced to take piano from 5 to 15 and it was an exercise in futility. I just simply don't have a musical composition. It was a practice assigned to me by my parents and I have memories that cluster around being out of the flow. Which is exactly the opposite of what music inherently produces. I believe it taught me a lot about the perils of choices in our lives that we make for others.
My annual recitals were also in churches and it is curious that my first instinct was to say they weren't - there was no special meaning inherent in the structures and really I only see snapshots of them empty - likely during the rehearsals. The only performance I can directly access is the one I arranged for my 8th grade graduation - simply to please my parents. In many ways, I see that offering as the gateway to the period just around the corner when I was going to make decisions baffling to them that brought me into alignment with who I was meant to be.
You brought me a tremendous gift, @Melissa Hefferman, in writing your story, because I knew things changed radically for me at 15, but I hadn't seen the cessation of the imposed piano lessons as the fulcrum from which I began owning all my decisions.
- Producer21/07/2016About MeDear Fellow Bees: I love the fact that I am getting to know more about YOU through reading, sharing and conversation! I have read some dynamite interviews by and about my fellow bees, and I want to share a little about me.Undoubtedly, you are...
Comments23/07/2016 #86 Gerald Hecht#75 @Franci Eugenia Hoffman I have a feeling a close approximation of those boots can be found somewhere between here and New Orleans; I gotta keep my eyes (and other senses) wide open anyway (for the whoosh of stray bullets, slings and arrows of outrageously hostile [mis]fortune, etc.); I may as well scan the environs for "classic Carnaby Street boots" at the same time!23/07/2016 #82 Franci Eugenia Hoffman#79 Thank you @Donna-Luisa Eversley. That is an old pic, by the way so obviously I have changed. 😰 I wish I still had the outfit, boots, hair and legs. I used to dance a lot and I mean a lot. I still dance but not as much. It is great exercise yet doesn't feel like exercise. Paul and I were working out with a personal trainer but the place went belly up. We need to find a new place and get back to it. I enjoy a good work out especially when the weather is cooler. I have more energy and motivation.23/07/2016 #81 Franci Eugenia Hoffman#78 How was your birthday @Pamela L. Williams? Fun I hope! I am familiar with Cape Canaveral from several years ago. I remember it as a pretty area and interesting due to NASA. We used to drive over there to watch the launches. I like Georgia because of the mountains. After living in FL most of my life, I welcomed the change. Thank you for the compliment on my poetry. I have a lot of fun with it and feel I am creating. Come on over to WordPress! There are several bees that blog on WordPress including our Queen Bee @Donna-Luisa Eversley.23/07/2016 #80 Pamela L. Williamshey, I used to have boots like that. Franci, do you remember the song by Nancy Sinatra; These Boots are Made for Walking! That's what you photo made me think of! We use to have a video of my younger sister (about 3 or 4 years old) dancing to that song wearing a pair white boots. I think we wore out the video torturing her with our teasing!#7923/07/2016 #79 Donna-Luisa Eversley#78 @Pamela L. Williams did you check out those gorgeous legs and the boots... @Franci Eugenia Hoffman, I'm sorry to be Lazer focused on your pic...you got me working out ...mentally, wondering how much exercise I need to get some killer legs ....inspiring.😉23/07/2016 #78 Pamela L. WilliamsWhat a wonderful story Franci! Told you I'd be back :-). My daughter is a cracker, born at Cape Canaveral. I lived along the Space Coast for about 9 years and two of my best friends are still there. I've never done more than drive through Georgia so can't say anything about that other than my son-in-laws father lives there. What I know about you Franci is that your poetry flows, it makes me think or it makes me smile. I enjoyed getting to know you! I hope our acquaintance continues for many years to come! Enjoying life together. Now, my next social media journey will be to check out WordPress. I'm finding writing online is very cathartic, more so than anything I've ever tried.
- Producer29/04/2016Where's your coffee been?Here in Australia, we tend to take our 'over the counter' coffee as a given, and most of our coffee aficionados (i.e. almost all of us) expect to be able to buy, in almost any coffee shop, a good (no, excellent) cup of espresso coffee, served up by...
Comments01/08/2016 #54 Margaret Aranda, MD, PhD#52 You are Right On with this, @Lisa Gallagher and @Anonymous can perhaps keep hiding....lol. We slept through every single night. There was one exception, now that I recount, and I simply stayed up and watched a black & white movie, a detective one that so enraptured me that I watched it long after she fell back asleep.....and the enchantment still lasts, leaving me unable to grasp the name of the show!01/08/2016 #53 Margaret Aranda, MD, PhD#51 Our daughter slept through the entire night since bringing her home from the hospital...and we complained to the Pediatrician about it (us parents both being doctors)...he looked at us with a twinkle👀 in his eye👀 and said, "This is the perfect complaint that every parent has! Nothing's wrong! Go along and have your fun!"20/07/2016 #42 Praveen Raj GullepalliTravellin Man Travellin Man, tell us the best you can, tell us the best you Ken! ;) @Ken Boddie there's a little Coffee in all of us that remains as an after-taste or as a memory! Not exposed /having access to the contemporary versions of it in my childhood days here, I still have recollections of how I managed with the old Stanes Coffee (now extinct), the chicory mixed bars that you broke and added to hot water mixed with milk, and the later versions of Bru, Nescafe and more that hit our markets hot and scalding. I have dedicated long afternoons with thick leather-bound books to such coffee as was available. In the company of Steinbeck, Hemingway, Le Fanu... and what have you! Nowadays we make do with Capuccino or Espresso and do not really give it the importance it deserved way back then! The desert, the bedouins, the sand and the camels...i could almost imagine the silhouette of a pyramid in there somewhere! Thanks for the magic carpet ride!20/07/2016 #37 Lisa GallagherVery interesting story @Ken Boddie. First I was trying to imagine the laughter with hand gestures when communicating. Second- how do you drink 3 cups of coffee in a row without feeling like your speedy Gonzalez for the next 4 hours? ;-) I usually drink a Keurig coffee in the morn with coconut creamer (it is flavored with hazelnut). On occasion, a latte with caramel is a real treat!20/07/2016 #36 Phil FriedmanSo some years ago, my wife and I were in Switzerland, where we took the mountain trolley up the Matterhorn to the last station, then hiked down along the trolley track. Reaching the base, we were chilled and hungry, and I had this fantasy of having a "real" and "authentic" hot chocolate at a Swiss chalet. So we stepped into this little restaurant, ignored the obscenely high price for the hot chocolate (the equivalent of US$15 per cut), and ordered one for me (my wife hates chocolate. Imagine my consternation when the cook took out a packet of instant Swiss Miss hot chocolate, poured it into a cup of boiling water, and served me the most expensive cup of cat piss I'd ever had. I curse the Swiss for months, and went back to drinking coffee. Cheers!
- Producer20/07/2016Imagination is my brother"I'm not writing non-fiction. I don't feel anything about me as a kid was unique. Except that I had more interest in being alone and using my imagination."John IrvingDo you have a brother?There is a special bond with brothers. It is a spiritual...
Comments25/07/2016 #31 Margaret Aranda, MD, PhD#2 That is exactly the same glaring message I also get from this beautiful vision of a writing. Awesome piece, @Don Kerr. You are already a writer. All it takes to be a writer is 'to write.' So I suppose that all it takes for a bee to write is to write a 🐝Buzz🐝 on the beautiful things in life!20/07/2016 #21 Kevin Pashuk@Don Kerr... you are certainly waxing the elephant these days (waxing eloquent for those who don't get my sense of humour).
Like you, I grew up with and older sister, and no brother. You describe the dynamic well. Like you, my imagination was a friend. It has certainly been a great muse for you.20/07/2016 #17 Franci Eugenia HoffmanThis is a beautiful piece, @Don Kerr. I was an only child and I had a few imaginary friends, however, I always wanted a brother or sister. I surrounded myself with friends, which when we younger, we adopted each other as brothers and sisters. Not the same as the real thing but we never felt alone.
- Producer16/07/2016The Man behind the FatherIt was in a lodge near the Paro Valley that we struck up a conversation with an elderly couple whilst digging in to a tasty yak butter milk stew. We shared our adventures and toasted our climb to the Tiger’s Nest Monastery, some three...
Comments27/08/2016 #51 CityVP Manjit#48 Dear Dean, Nicholas Fester's recent posting about the passing of his brother Steven https://www.bebee.com/producer/@nicholas-fester/steven-was-in-my-real-world View more#48 Dear Dean, Nicholas Fester's recent posting about the passing of his brother Steven https://www.bebee.com/producer/@nicholas-fester/steven-was-in-my-real-world is the kind of thing that sticks in my mind because it triggers something highly conscious in our own consciousness. I value my grandparents like I value all my ancestors, as people whose DNA runs through my bones and in the blood of my children and grandchildren.
Our consciousness in part is produced by the systemic relationship. Not only will I zoom into the courage of love - and Nicholas describes Steven Fester's last moments of life as momentous courage of love, but I will zoom into how the system shapes our relationships and for the most part the Western world has lived through centuries of a system that was built for work and production rather than our humanity where the meaning draws to our work rather than our home.
Your father was a race car driver and he found a family in that profession. I got the book cover from a tweet from https://twitter.com/zdravkost Dean I would never give anyone my business card in this online space because personally it is not sacred for me to do so, for this space is holy enough for me to piece together that which I see lost i.e. that meaning moved from our homes to our work. So what I am think here is strictly for my learning journey, and this is why this journey is important to me.
When there is balance in the professional where meaning is found again in the home, I will value the professional more - but what I read here is another human being rediscovering meaning in their home. I support that 100%. Close27/08/2016 #50 AnonymousI am so touched by your reply @CityVP Manjit when you say, "When you were restoring that racing car picture you are saying "Dad I love you.....it is good to see a man love his father this much, for even in the things he did not do or could not do." It made me think more about why this post is so wonderful @Dean Owen, because it reveals the 'kind' of love we all crave - you express it within every line - unconditional love. So beautiful to honor your father in this way - and I agree with both @CityVP Manjit and @Lisa Gallagher, you are a superb writer and that book is in you! And lastly, we want to read it!27/08/2016 #48 Dean OwenWhat an incredible comment (as usual!). I can totally relate. Sons and daughters are perhaps equally perceptive of their parents feelings and know when not to bring up a subject. But I wish I had. I wish for an afternoon where I could interview. I only discovered my grandfather's name a few months ago. Once in a while I get strangers reaching out to me asking for information and the typical question, "When did he die?". I do hope you find some way to explore and discover your grandmother's story @CityVP Manjit. Our lives are so well documented now that our grand children will probably just perform a "Search". Not quite so easy for us...27/08/2016 #47 CityVP ManjitI wish my grandmother had written something for my father to keep and she is the one person he can never talk about, for the pain is so searingly deep. The only time I asked about her, I knew immediately never to go there again - that pain of never knowing his mother, of losing her came screaming out of his face, I watched the complexion of unbearable pain of being in touching distance yet cruelly taken.
It is a cliche to say "that's life" for things that one cannot change. It pale's in comparison that I did not really know any of my grandparents but it is a different perspective for the third generation, there is no history or immediacy to fight, only things to know - and here I am in the same place as your daughters - for here history is a curiosity rather than searing spiritual amputation.
History has given you something and here I am reading how you are now accepting that gift - call it redemption, call it salvation, call it whatever you need to call it, for the emanation here is in the uniqueness of your own heart. All I can do is take careful pause because I came here after reading "Those Magnificent Men in the Racing Machines". When you were restoring that racing car picture you are saying "Dad I love you" - for I don't see this as simply someone piecing together lost history - and it is good to see a man love his father this much, for even in the things he did not do or could not do - that in itself made you and maybe Sinclair.
You are coming to terms and that process, that love which is natural within all of us beyond measure, has a pathway and it isn't redemption, it isn't comparing or trying to be better than him - it's love Dean. Pure love. Write the book in love man, that is all I can say reading this - because here I have already read the first page, so you know how to write, but who among us knows love as it really is - not suffering or loss or affection, but the courage of love.19/07/2016 #39 Sarah ElkinsWhen my father died two years ago, I knew him well. I like to believe I knew him more deeply than anyone - but I think we'd all like to believe that about someone we love. And yet... after his death I learned more about him. People shared stories I had never heard, about his wild childhood and about his later years when I lived far away. I don't think we ever really know a person until we've heard from others who know them in completely different ways, and until we allow ourselves to know them beyond what we choose to believe and remember. As I've written before, perspective is a very strange thing. In the meantime, my friend @Dean Owen, I highly suggest you make a habit of hand writing a note to each of your girls a few times each year. I went back through a memory box this week to look for something and found a few cards with my father's handwriting. Those are far more important to me than his digital footprint, though I've kept the email messages he sent to me through the years. But that's why I write a letter to each of our boys every once in a while. You can see deeply into someone's words when they're handwritten.17/07/2016 #38 Dean Owen#35 I must say that the betel nut is the absolute strangest thing I have ever placed in my mouth, and doubt I will ever be tempted to do it twice, especially after reading this:http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-31921207 View more#35 I must say that the betel nut is the absolute strangest thing I have ever placed in my mouth, and doubt I will ever be tempted to do it twice, especially after reading this:http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-31921207 and this:http://www.cnn.com/2013/11/04/world/asia/myanmar-betel-nut-cancer/ Close17/07/2016 #36 Anonymous@Dean Owen - I 'hear you', no one wants to have a "sob story", but we all have them - no judging here - merely beautiful reflections of our humanness. We are so much more than the events of our lives; we are over-comers, redeemable at every age - isn't that great!! Your passion to become a better father is manifesting and I look forward to the writing that will emerge as a result!17/07/2016 #35 Praveen Raj Gullepalli#19 Thankee! Waiting for that next one Dean...you may not believe me when I tell you that I was actually thinking of betel nuts earlier today...wondering if they served any good purpose or caused harm. I will share more on the same in response to your Nutty post ;)17/07/2016 #34 Joanna Hofman#31 of course, Dean I have all of them - he traveled and worked a lot but poems were his way to express his love to the woman of his life - my mother and his daughter. I always laughing when I read them - full of smart humor. He tried to teach me the distance to yourself, showed me how important is healthy ego on the right place ... Thank you, Dean for a wise buzz and tears in my eyes
- Producer15/07/2016An open letter to Sara Jacobovici. “Be water, my friend!”https://unsplash.com/@perottoDO YOU REMEMBER Bruce Lee's words? “Empty your mind! Be formless, shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. Put it into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. If you put into a teapot, it...
Comments27/07/2016 #18 Mohammed A. Jawad@Sue Chien Lee How well you have disclosed about yourself and your perceptions. We are what we are, and ain't all human beings citizens of this little world in the vastness of this voluminous Universe. May the Almighty Lord bless you for your subtle thoughts and expressions.15/07/2016 #12 Amour Setter@Sue Chien Lee I am deeply touched and honored to have been mentioned in your beautiful blog! It is such a well-written piece that speaks straight to the heart and soul. It is like a dance and a wonderful meal all rolled into one. I look forward to meeting you in the flesh next time I am in BCN, which is hopefully very, very soon. Deep respect and gratitude to you my friend. X15/07/2016 #3 Sara JacoboviciDear @Sue Chien Lee, your letter is a gift which I treasure. I would love to go through it and give it the time your insightful and inspiring words, thoughts and concepts deserve. I can't promise I will be able to produce as quickly as you, but I will enjoy responding. Thank you Sue.
- Producer15/07/2016Get Extraordinary Service, Be an Extraordinary CustomerTheir exhaustion was visible. The couple walked into the restaurant, the woman carrying the baby, probably just over a year old. They were hopeful they could have a nice dinner but were resigned to a short evening. I was actually relieved for the...
Comments24/07/2016 #30 Dale Masters#22 Upon occasion, I tip even higher. There's a gem of a restaurant on the outskirts of Mechanicsburg, PA area. It's set up as a 1950's diner...but that's a disguise. They serve WORLD-CLASS gourmet food priced in the same manner as diner food! I spoke to the waitress about my observation, and she confirmed it. The owners, she said, wanted to give a unique experience to people in the area that may never get the experience otherwise. I've eaten at 5 star restaurants in NYC (thanks to a friend of mine who is VP of a company you'd recognise IMMEDIATELY...but I won't name it. He cares not a whit about socioeconomic class when choosing his friends...but I digress.)
Anyway, the food was comparable to some of the best 5 star restaurants in Manhattan. I noted the amount of my check, and gave the waitress $5.00 more than what the bill came to.
I felt compelled to do it. She was so knowledgeable, friendly, and informative that I felt a huge reward was in order (comparable to the bill.) It's the Sunset Cafe in Mechanicsburg, PA, btw (had to give a plug for it)...and if you pass through the Central PA area & don't go, you're missing an absolutely HUGE and INCOMPARABLY UNIQUE experience!16/07/2016 #26 Julie HickmanYou are the ultimate Customer Service Maven @Sarah Elkins! I've worked a lot of odd jobs in my life but the year I spent as a waitress was the most memorable! Because the job requires tremendous optimism and fortitude it goes without saying that I never leave less than a 20% tip!15/07/2016 #20 Lisa Gallagher#15 My daughter used to work as a waitress and I remember hearing some of her horror stories @Sarah Elkins. Tips on credit cards.. if they were small she basically didn't make much at all and some people never even left tips at one particular restaurant which I won't mention the chain's name. It's not an easy job and some people are hard to please if not impossible no matter how nice and efficient one is, so that makes the job even tougher. Cash tips are the way to go if people have cash on hand!15/07/2016 #18 Sarah Elkins#2 Preach it, @Paul "Pablo" Croubalian! That's why, when my focus was customer service training, I started by asking workshop participants to tell stories of great customer service experiences they had. We would talk first about the service, and then about their own role in the experience. My taglines were "The Smile Is Free" and "Want good customer service? Be a good customer!"15/07/2016 #17 Sarah Elkins#7 @Randy Keho - you and @Michael Hillebrand just gave me my big morning grin, thank you. I know a few people that would disagree with the "angel" label; I was a horrible teenager to my mother! As a good friend of mine said in a recently published interview, "I just DO." If more of us would do what we know is right, being considerate of the people around us and not hesitating to help when we see a need, our communities would be so much safer, healthier, and happier. Right, @Zach Messler?15/07/2016 #16 Sarah Elkins#9 That baby was so cute, @Dean Owen, I loved hearing him giggle. I always liked babies, but didn't want any of my own. That all changed after I got married. I've had some pretty bad service experiences, but our time in Paris was filled with great service at restaurants. And I wasn't really a good server for all of my tables because I like people too much. I'd get into conversations with cool customers and forget drink orders for my other tables. Luckily most of my customers knew it wasn't intentional, and were forgiving because I was nice... I learned so much from my 15 years in that industry!15/07/2016 #15 Sarah Elkins#10 Thanks for the comment & suggestion, @Lisa Gallagher. I have similar memories from when our boys were little. We just planned to take turns wandering with them when they were toddlers, and generally they were so friendly, staff & customers didn't mind us pacing among the tables. I think as long as you are being considerate, people are generally pretty patient. When I started many years ago, we could get away with claiming pretty low tip rates. By the time I left the restaurant industry, I was told by the bookkeeper that if I didn't claim around the average of the tips reported via credit card, it was likely I'd be audited or called out by the IRS. That's because the majority of people use cards now at restaurants, not cash, so the average tip amount on cards at each restaurant are a good way to figure out the average tips of servers. It was quite disappointing to have to report my tips that way, partly because the hourly wage was around $2!15/07/2016 #13 Sarah Elkins#12 Me too, @Susan Rooks, I like you more every time we interact. And I also hope others have done so. I can tell you that when Jacob was a few weeks old, we went back to our favorite sushi restaurant in our neighborhood in DC. The server remembered us (we were regulars before I was pregnant) and was so happy to see us, she pulled the baby from my arms and carried him around to meet the chefs and owner. It was the first time in weeks that Bob & I had a few minutes by ourselves!
- Producer14/07/2016"Stressful Thoughts Come Like A Knock On The Door, Just Don't Let Them In."My husband sent this video to me in a private message tonight. I was so busy I just found it now. I thought I was doing a great job at hiding my stress from him lately.You see, when people have anxiety they don't want to bring attention to...
Comments18/07/2016 #47 Lisa Gallagher#45 I've heard a lot of complaints about comcast! I can relate. We were dropping a lot of packets with our internet service and my husband has to run a business from home- dropping packets is not an option. Not sure what he worked out but we now but my signal strength is much better. So glad to hear a local Telephone company is working with you. My husband will turn to a local company when he's putting in wireless networks and they need speed. Pretty sad the big carriers, just dont care! You sound very busy but in a great way @Leckey Harrison!18/07/2016 #46 Lisa Gallagher#45 I think I just became hungry after reading about all the veggies you're growing! My husband made an indoor greenhouse per se and we have had a lot of fresh herbs and veggies thanks to his innovation. Food tastes so much better and nothing like being able to pick it from our own yard. Lots of green innovations being done on your end, awesome!18/07/2016 #45 Leckey Harrison#42 We already socialized our internet with Comcast. We have one server for the 16 units, and wifi from the common building to the units. It has flaws. Comcast service is not dependable, and they don't care about anything past the server. The local phone company a the time had nothing, and now they are helping us switch to fiber optics, which will come into the common house as fiber, hit the server, then hard line to an antennae in each building, which will wi-fi to the four units in each building. Instead of the system being the bottleneck, the bottle necks will be our computers. We'' be about 700+mps at each antennae. Even with a 50% drop rate in we'll be 350mps at each device. And the bill is to the one server, so we all split it 16 ways, which lowers cost for everyone. The tele company here cares about service all the way to the device, as they are local. We anticipate far better than 350mps....18/07/2016 #44 Leckey Harrison#42 Some folk have gone to ductless heat pump, we're looking at ducted. Water heaters being replaced with on-demand, and right now our common house is solar paneled, and we're looking at the whole complex, in part to get off the grid and in part to charge electric cars people are looking at. Composting/worms is on the drawing boards, and of course we already recycle.18/07/2016 #43 Leckey Harrison#42 We are moving that way. We have our own garden, so eat a lot of veggies from it. Already done with spinach, lettuce is up, chard, arugula is flowered, onions, garlic, and scallions are done, tomatoes and peppers coming in, zuchinni, blueberries, raspberries gone already, apples on board, squash is in, pumpkins later, tomatoes starting in.16/07/2016 #40 Lisa Gallagher#39 @Leckey Harrison Wow, thanks for sharing the site. I'm so impressed I'm at a loss for words. I actually had tears reading about this project that came together. And, your cupcake moment- I can understand! My sisters had to actually tell me I had a hard time showing emotions and even allowing others to hug me. I thought, well that's just who I am. No... like you, I was used to giving and not receiving. It's taken me years but I'm able to hug someone first now, kiss my sisters and give thanks with a smile, along with showing tears (on occasion) in front of others. I admire what you and your group has done and continues to do.15/07/2016 #33 Lisa Gallagher#23 It's OK if you take this seriously. Anxiety, PTSD is not a laughing matter @Leckey Harrison and I value your input. Yes, this was put up because I felt the love last night- have to grab it when I can LOL. But, the topic of PTSD is something we all need to keep going. I also appreciate your input too, @Deb Helfrich.14/07/2016 #29 Aaron SkogenI liked the comment in the video "just stay as the observer of thoughts. . ." I think 10 min (maybe a few more) of meditation may help a little (If your not doing that already) @Lisa Gallagher View moreI liked the comment in the video "just stay as the observer of thoughts. . ." I think 10 min (maybe a few more) of meditation may help a little (If your not doing that already) @Lisa Gallagher. My bride and I also started dating when we were 15 and 16, respectively. Its tough to hide our emotions when you've known each other that long, especially when you can finish each others sentences! I can relate to your comment about the journey. Pretty fantastic Lisa! Close