It’s a Blustery Day, Indeed!

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It is a Blustery Day! Indeed.

Last Friday, a friend asked me “what does the word “blustery” mean?” I thought for a moment and the first thing that came to mind was Winnie the Pooh and the other Walt Disney characters.  He acknowledged my response and thanked me.

It is now Monday and that question kept reappearing in my thoughts.  I am getting ready to sit down to write and this word blustery kept creeping in in my consciousness and so I followed my intuition.  I looked up “Winnie the Pooh and blustery” in Wikipedia.  Sure enough there is a movie, “Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day” which won the 1968 Academy Award for Animated Short Film.

 Here’s the plot

The story takes place when the east wind trades places with the west wind, stirring things up a bit all through the Hundred Acre Woods. At the beginning of this story, while Winnie-the-Pooh is at his “thoughtful spot” trying to think of something, Gopher pops out of the ground and tells him that it is “Winds-day” (a play on “Wednesday”), whereupon Pooh decides to wish everybody “Happy Winds-day.” He visits his friend Piglet, who wears a scarf around his neck on this day. Piglet is blown into the air, his scarf unraveling all the while, and Pooh grabs hold of him. As they fly like a kite through the air over the other characters’ heads, Pooh wishes Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Owl a happy Winds-day. However, once they arrive at Owl’s treehouse, he informs them that the wind is due to “a mild spring zephyr” rather than to a particular holiday. During the windstorm, Owl’s house is knocked down, so Eeyore volunteers to house-hunt for Owl. That night, Pooh hears an unfamiliar noise coming from elsewhere in the Hundred Acre Wood. Someone knocks on Pooh’s door, and then Tigger bounces inside in search of something to eat. He tries some honey but gets disgusted and decides, “Yuck! Tiggers don’t like honey!”  Before leaving Pooh’s house, Tigger tells him that there are Heffalumps and Woozles in the forest that steal honey. After which, he says goodbye and bounces off. Pooh, frightened by Tigger’s tale, takes it upon himself to guard his honey, but eventually falls fast asleep. As he is sleeping, he has a nightmare about Heffalumps and Woozles stealing his honey and chasing him around. Note:  Excerpted from Wikipedia and there’s a link at the bottom for you to continue this wonderful story.

I woke up this morning and looked outside and said to myself it is one of those blustery days – windy as depicted in the Winnie the Pooh movie plus wintery cold temperature.  Sure enough, I stepped outside ready to project myself into this time space reality, meditate on my rock, walk and write whatever inspired me – it is windy and cold. I think this is the first time I’ve felt winter here on the East Coast this year. I fumbled for my Android phone while walking to my car, hoping it would start, to look at the temperature, it is 20⁰. Ok, It is definitely a wintery – blustery day for the first time this year — the east wind trading places with the west wind and 20⁰.

I drove to the board walk around the lake in the shopping complex where I lived surrounded by restaurants, shops, and two Marriott Hotels facing the lake.  I look forward to meditating.  I parked my car inside the above ground parking lot, to protect my car from this blustery day and so when I returned I do not have to be blown by the strong wind mixed with winter cold.  During rainy days, I did not mind being outdoors just did not like it when the rain goes diagonal blown by the wind and there’s no preparation for that except to cover yourself with a rain coat, but then, I want to feel nature against my skin, so windy is not ideal for me in the rain. I took my heavy gloves, as this windy cold day called for it.  Then I realized I want to walk and read too, so with these heavy gloves, this thing I truly desire to do, will not work. What is true for me is true for me, so I say it, then it is, I am a deliberate creator, good and bad.  No matter, I dismiss the thought (which was a counter-thought to my desire), that it is impossible to experience what I want this morning, walk and read, meditate, then write. No matter, I restated my postulate.  I continued onward.

It has been many days since I sat on my meditation rock facing the lake, a big tree, now bare, behind me. This tree protected me from the heat of the Sun in the summer, now I want that it protect me from buffeting wind.  The rock sits at the one end of the lake, Sun rises over it, the Marriott Hotel hovering over the tree and rock, so Sun’s rays and heat will not reached it till the Sun is above around 12o’clock, noon.

First, I need to warm my body, so I headed to Starbucks to order my favorite drink, “soy misto,” which called for 50/50 coffee and soy milk. The guys behind the counter knows me, but had not seen me in awhile, so the Barista, a good guy, asked me if I want the usual and I said “Yes”, mild, but this time 25/25, since I rarely drink coffee, 25% caffeine, 25% decaf, it has become a habit, plus as I walked around the lake the hot coffee cup warmed my hands, while I walk around the lake, with my other hand holding a book and would switched the cup and the book to warm both hands, one at a time.  Man it is cold out here, since I have not been outdoors every day; I have not acclimated to the change in weather.  I paid for the coffee, the Barista, knowing I had lost my Starbucks gold card, which gave me a free refill, and discount on my drink, rang me and said you can go on the website and register the card which I gave him and suggest that I link it to my gold card which Starbucks actually emailed me this week, though I did not open the email, I know from reading the subject line, that said, it was in the mail.  I responded to his kindness and I said I knew and I will, just could not remember to do it when I get home and in front of my computer, because I am now receiving from my followers and subscribers about 100 comments a day. I wanted to connect to all of you, the subscribers of my blog, so the website needed attending to.

He added, “I used my partner card so you got a discount,” I said “sweet” ”awesome” and “thank you.”

I fixed my coffee, a dash or two of chocolate powder and a packet of brown sugar. It looks so yummy, I could taste the vanilla soy milk in my mouth and I like the feeling of the hot drink burning my tongue, stirring my coffee, my mind kept considering the blustery cold and wind outside, feeling the warmth inside Starbucks, I chose to sit and read instead. I always go with my intuition, not forcing anything or to make things happen, it is not my job. I am here for the joy and thrill of life.

My job is to follow my intuition, listen to the soft voice inside, and go with it.  I sat and read for about an hour and a half.  I could not put the book down and I lost track of time. The book is from a favorite author of mine, some years back.  I am revisiting some of the books I had been reading previous to my decision to write again.  I was engaged, rather a better description would be “entrenched”, rooted at my chair, holding my breath, can’t wait to turn to the next page but at the same time I did not want to miss a word, the story is so compellingly good.   Finally, I decided this is my last chapter, completed it, closed the book with finality and turned it face down.  I am going for a walk and meditate, spend time with nature and my Source.  That is final!  I got up to get a refill before my final decision to walk.  Another Barista is helping me this time and he started to strike a conversation with me.   He casually said while continuing to prepare my drink, “I have not seen you in awhile,” I responded, “I’ve been bunkered in, following my intuition to finally write my stories I had been writing and accumulating.  I decided to follow my calling, I surrendered to my purpose. I want to publish my writings this year. I had been publishing some of my writing, via a blog, testing the Internet audience,” which is a lot, touching many people around the world.  I paused for a moment, just now comprehending the enormity of it all.  What did I, we, do before the Internet? He continued, “You’ve been writing long?” I said “Yes, since I was a kid.” I added “check it out, just type in followcatherine” no spaces, and I spelled it for him, he said he would, and I said “Have a great day.”  “Oh, I forgot to pay you”, he responded “you’re good, I got you covered.”  “Thank you,”  I said, and I walked outside.

I looked up and whispered gratefully, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.” 

This is the second act of kindness I received today.

On a side note, did you know that the person receiving the kindness, the person giving the kindness, and the third person observing the kindness, all three, benefit from one single act of kindness?  The Observer, the Receiver, and the Giver are all benefiting from the vibrational frequency of a single act of kindness which is equivalent to Love.  I also want to mention the Law of Reciprocal Exchange or the Law of Giving, that “as you are giving you are already receiving,” (paraphrased here) it is a simultaneous act and a universal law (I chose small letter “u” for the word universal, because, I believe, and I am not for certain, whether this law also exist elsewhere outside of our planet Earth, physical time space reality.  Just to give you a distinction here, gravity is unique to Earth, not in other universes, so gravity is not a Universal Law.  This is my own interpretation; I probably picked up this paradigm from reading Abraham Hicks books.

I tucked the book under my left arm, coffee on my right hand, oops, then switched the coffee to my left, so I could put the hood over my head to protect me from the wind. I continued to walk. I am feeling some emotions welling up inside me, I began to sob, cry, then weep, I continued to weep, not understanding why, and while weeping, scanned through my senses, my chest is tight, my heart felt like it had been ripped apart from me, and I wept and wept, I continued to walk and gave in to my weeping, now I am starting to wail, I am bent over now, shove the hood more to cover my face, now wet with tears dripping down my cheeks.  Thank goodness, the early morning crowd did not show up for their normal daily walk, the blustery wintery morning is a big factor.  I decided to let this emotion pass, continued walking, continued weeping, I decided to surrendered to it, the weeping slowly subsiding, my chest starting to loosen up and my heart beginning to heal and soften, now I could look up, freeing my back allowing it to straightened so I could walk normally.

I continued my walk around the lake, still questioning myself, from whence did this crying come from?  I scanned a bit more, deeper, in the recesses of my soul, and there it was, revealed to me by my subconscious mind, so plain and simple. I am human too, with emotions. The book I was reading had slowly been ripping my heart apart from me and finally became evident that the act of kindness of the second Barista was the catalyst to bring the weeping into full circle into this reality. The book I was reading touched a chord in me; it presented our human character in its glory and brilliance and in its demise and downfall.  The main character, a heroic character, from the caste of the Warriors, a man of honor and strength, skilled and master of the peasant bow (or commonly referred to as the long bow measures more than a man’s height), had been captured, and had to choose to die or to live, found himself giving up his code of honor, burning with shame, dishonored his city, and given the choice to die with honor and be thrown into the sea or to choose life and be enslaved, he chose to live and be a slave than to die with honor.  The book had stirred my emotions. The author had cleverly weaved the story through the main character’s narration, from his point of view, the story of humanity’s strength and frailty, his love for two women, losing both, his mastery of the long bow would not help him now, of pride and prowess, feeling his disgust for the despicable cutthroats and brigands, then dismissing his feelings for them, as these brigands are truer to themselves than he is. He is not like them hiding behind the shield and symbol of the stone of his city, he failure and succumbed, not worthy of the people he loved and the stone of his city.  He could no longer be the Warrior again, he could no longer look at his people eye to eye, he betrayed his father, his teacher in mastering the sword, and he discovered that he is not the man he thought he was. He hated himself.  I felt his agony.  The story touched every fiber of my flesh and bone and challenged my emotional pain threshold. How long could he go on and on about the frailty of our human kind, how is he going to redeem himself, and on and on I read, page after page, chapter after chapter, silently, covertly, the plight of this Warrior invoking deep emotions in me, feeling the anguish and torment of what the hero is experiencing, so I wept, I wept for him, I wept for our humanity.  I kept weeping until I finally released all those emotions of our vulnerability, of being human.  The muscles of my arms and chest is beginning to release from tightness, I decided to write this down for you bringing me back to this present moment of an inspired life.

I knew that the saga of this man will continue in other pages and I know that there is a story to be told, a story of sorrow and defeat, a story of grandeur and salvation, because this is our story, and we will survive it all, until we decide to end it, and it is our personal choice to choose a life of bliss or a life of sorrow, at the right moment, at the right time.  For now, I am content, to rejoice and choose a purposeful and inspired Life!

Later that night, a storm floods the Hundred Acre Woods, and Piglet becomes trapped in his home. He writes a bottle-note for help just before the waters carry him away riding a chair. While eating his breakfast, Pooh is trapped in a honey pot and floats away from his home as well. The remaining characters gather at Christopher Robin’s house, due to it being on ground that’s too high for the water to reach, and Christopher reads Piglet’s message. He then sends Owl to inform Piglet of a rescue plan in the works, but just after he delivers the news, Piglet and Pooh are mixed up in a waterfall which switches Piglet to the honey pot and Pooh to the chair. When they arrive together at Christopher Robin’s house, he mistakenly thinks that Pooh rescued Piglet, and throws a hero party for Pooh. During the party, Eeyore announces that he has found a new home for Owl. When he leads the gang to Piglet’s house, the others are shocked and try to tell Eeyore that Piglet already lives there. However, Piglet reluctantly decides to give his home to Owl, and Pooh offers to let Piglet live with him. Pooh suggests to Christopher Robin that the hero party should become a two-hero party because of Piglet’s generosity. He agrees, and the characters celebrate both Pooh’s and Piglet’s good deeds that day. (See full excerpt of this movie below from Wikipedia.)

This came to mind, while writing, “We come from goodness, we are absolutely good.” I usually say this to my students during and after “Savasana,” (Corpse Pose), close to the end of the class, the relaxation portion of the Yoga class.

I live a beautiful life, opted to leave a 5-star life, to the life of a writer. I chose to live inspired (in-Spirit) in every moment. I succumbed to the story of humanity, our frailty and vulnerability, briefly.  I choose to celebrate our goodness, our strength, our ability to adapt, our desire to live and to come together for the common good and survival of mankind. We dare choose to get up when we are down on our knees. We choose to conquer again and fight together for the freedom  of choice, all for the good of the many.  I am inspired, I am rooting for humanity “more of this please” for this wonderful existence in this magnificent glorious Blue Planet, Earth!

We are worth redeeming just because we exist and we need not do anything more than that. I am content. I am satisfied with life in this wonderful time, in this wonderful Earth space, in this wonderful body, and in this wonderful Universe.

Namaste!

I honor in you that place where we are all One!

Love Live, Live Love

Catherine

I wish you safe travel, smooth flowing traffic, great parking spaces, inspiring moments, of purpose, and of harmonious relationships and experiences of love, kindness, sweetness, and experiences of unending, unspeakable, outrageous Joy!

I love you all!

Your Catherine,
Love and Live on Purpose!!

WORD CLEARING

(From Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

Barista: a person who makes and serves coffee (as espresso) to the public
Blustery:  windy
Buffet: something that strikes with telling force
Bunker:  dug out
Entrench:  to place within or surround with a trench especially for defense
(I used the entrench here to describe being inside the trenches, meaning I am there, focused, going nowhere, there with full attention)
Comprehend:  to grasp the nature, significance, or meaning of
Covert:  Hidden (intention)
Enormity: the quality or state of being huge; a quality of momentous importance or impact
Indeed:  to be sure,without a doubt
Saga: a modern heroic narrative
Savasana (Corpse Pose) In Yoga, relaxation posture lying on your back.
Whence: from what place, source, or cause.

From the Book, “Ask and it is Given”by Jerry and Esther Hicks:

Vibration:  the response of harmony or discord of all  things to all thngs;
Vibrational Frequency:  A state of vibration

References from Wikipedia:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Namaste

Namaste:  It is a customary greeting when individuals meet, and a valediction upon their parting. A non-contact form of salutation is traditionally preferred in India and Namaste is the most common form of such a salutation. Namaste is derived from Sanskrit and is a combination of two words, “Namaḥ” and “te”. “Namaḥ” means ‘bow’ and “te” means ‘to you’

Therefore, Namaste literally means “bow to you” translated as “I bow to you”. In detail, “Naman Astitva” means the recognition of one’s existence by another person. In other words, when one says “Namaste” to another it means “I salute or recognize your presence or existence in society and the universe.”

When spoken to another person, it is commonly accompanied by a slight bow made with hands pressed together, palms touching and fingers pointed upwards, in front of the chest. This gesture, called  “Añjali Mudrā” or “Pranamasana,” can also be performed wordlessly and carries the same meaning.

Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winnie_the_Pooh_and_the_Blustery_Day

The story takes place when the east wind trades places with the west wind, stirring things up a bit all through the Hundred Acre Woods. At the beginning of this story, while Winnie-the-Pooh is at his “thoughtful spot” trying to think of something, Gopher pops out of the ground and tells him that it is “Winds-day” (a play on “Wednesday”), whereupon Pooh decides to wish everybody “Happy Winds-day.” He visits his friend Piglet, who wears a scarf around his neck on this day. Piglet is blown into the air, his scarf unraveling all the while, and Pooh grabs hold of him. As they fly like a kite through the air over the other characters’ heads, Pooh wishes Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Owl a happy Winds-day. However, once they arrive at Owl’s treehouse, he informs them that the wind is due to “a mild spring zephyr” rather than to a particular holiday. During the windstorm, Owl’s house is knocked down, so Eeyore volunteers to house-hunt for Owl. That night, Pooh hears an unfamiliar noise coming from elsewhere in the Hundred Acre Wood. Someone knocks on Pooh’s door, then Tigger bounces inside in search of something to eat. He tries some honey but gets disgusted and decides, “Yuck! Tiggers don’t like honey!”. Before leaving Pooh’s house, Tigger tells him that there are Heffalumps and Woozles in the forest that steal honey. After which, he says goodbye and bounces off. Pooh, frightened by Tigger’s tale, takes it upon himself to guard his honey, but eventually falls fast asleep. As he is sleeping, he has a nightmare about Heffalumps and Woozles stealing his honey and chasing him around.

Later that night, a storm floods the Hundred Acre Woods, and Piglet becomes trapped in his home. He writes a bottle-note for help just before the waters carry him away riding a chair. While eating his breakfast, Pooh is trapped in a honey pot and floats away from his home as well. The remaining characters gather at Christopher Robin’s house, due to it being on ground that’s too high for the water to reach, and Christopher reads Piglet’s message. He then sends Owl to inform Piglet of a rescue plan in the works, but just after he delivers the news, Piglet and Pooh are mixed up in a waterfall which switches Piglet to the honey pot and Pooh to the chair. When they arrive together at Christopher Robin’s house, he mistakenly thinks that Pooh rescued Piglet, and throws a hero party for Pooh. During the party, Eeyore announces that he has found a new home for Owl. When he leads the gang to Piglet’s house, the others are shocked and try to tell Eeyore that Piglet already lives there. However, Piglet reluctantly decides to give his home to Owl, and Pooh offers to let Piglet live with him. Pooh suggests to Christopher Robin that the hero party should become a two-hero party because of Piglet’s generosity. He agrees, and the characters celebrate both Pooh’s and Piglet’s good deeds that day.

 

 

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Hello, Hi, how are you? I’ve been waiting for you.  I am single, spiritual just like you, I am exactly the look you like, I am tall, with intense deep sensual eyes.  I am vegetarian and I am financially free.  I have high integrity work ethics. I am a great partner in all aspects of our lives together. I love going to seminars and learning. I love taking notes, it is important to re-read at anytime I wish.  I practice Yoga (union of mind body and spirit) and I pray morning, night, and throughout the day.  I am grateful for all that I have and all that I am receiving.  You can call my prayers similar to your practice of Transcendental Meditation.  I love to play tennis and I love walking the tow path, I just love to walk to unwind.  And it would be nice to find a home overlooking the Potomac River. I love to travel. I enjoy great food, wine, music, and love the co-creative experience of bliss in our lovemaking.  I love bread pudding too.  Come live with me and together we will keep each other happy, eager for more joyful and exhilarating experiences to define our own individual creative preferences.  I love you with all my heart and soul.  Be mine and I will be yours in this lifetime.

You are free to be who you are, go where you want to go, experience what you want and wish. Love and be free to be do and have your heart’s desires. I respect your constant alignment with Source. I wish for you to experience unending, outrageous, unspeakable Joy!

I love you, my Catherine.

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