Archive for the ‘Bus’ Category

Harriet the Spy

October 1, 2007

This morning on the bus to work I took some notes in my spiral about blogs I wanted to write. Looking up, I noticed the high school girl with long blonde hair, wearing a red NERV t-shirt, a very sleepy look and an iPod, watching me. Suddenly I felt like Harriet the Spy taking notes on all of her friends.

Really, I wasn’t! 

So I asked if that was a Neon Genesis Evangelion t-shirt, got a brief yes and a smile from her and went back to my note-taking.

One of the notes was about how calorie counting is counterproductive to my weight loss.

I think it’s like trying to play Hearts. I could never play to lose tricks! I keep wanting more of them, more to count. So much for calorie counting. It’s useful for the Calorie Restriction Longevity Diet, but I’m going to go about it via another route – planning my eating differently and not counting as I go. That way it won’t just add up and add up, like it did last week.

Love,

Stacy

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Peace Now – Inner Peace Thoughts for 9/11

September 11, 2007

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Hi,

Just in case some of you want to know about this . . .

Please Pass It On to Others!

The Call is Thursday 9/13

Do you know Gay Hendricks? He’s written over 30 best-selling transformational books — books about relationships, breathing, manifestation, even golf!

Gay is are offering an upcoming teleclass that I’d like to invite you to attend at no charge.

http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310

Here’s Gay’s message about the class:

   When I was in Boulder recently, I had dinner with an old friend,    Steven Sashen. He’s one of the best “system thinkers” I know. If you want to know what REALLY makes something work, or how to make something more powerful or efficient, he’s your guy. He and I are teaming up on a new meditation course that will be offered via teleseminar.

   Steven is a longtime meditator. And when he turned his systems-thinking scope on meditation he discovered something that truly impressed me, a set of insights and practices that I wish I’d had 30 years ago. (Some of you know that I’m a longtime  meditator–in fact, I haven’t missed a day of meditation since 1973. So, anything that fine-tunes meditation is right up my alley.)

   If I’d had Steven’s insights and techniques, I think it would have accelerated my practice and my spiritual growth by years. He’s taken people who are new to meditation or who couldn’t make it work  for them – he’s even worked with teenagers and homeless people–and after just a few minutes of instruction, they’ve had experiences of peace, and deep spiritual insights that take most meditators decades to find.

   Steven’s techniques work well for advanced meditators, too. If you already have a meditation or spiritual practice, you can make an almost instant leap to a new depth and expansion.

   With Steven’s techniques you don’t need to stop (or even slow down) your thoughts and you don’t need to take time out from your busy schedule. You can do them practically anywhere.

   I could tell you more, it would be better for you to experience it yourself. So, I’ve arranged a way for you to do that.

       Go to http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310
  
   When you get to the site, fill out the registration form and I’ll let you know about an upcoming free teleclass where you can discover for yourself how easily you can find deep body relaxation, greatly expanded awareness, and real inner-peace…even while the kids are demanding your attention or work is getting nuts.

   I hope you’ll join me for this new and exciting opportunity,

   Gay Hendricks

http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310

The teleclass is going to be really fun and interesting and there’s a chance to get a $400 gift. I hope you can make it, too.

presented by Garuda, Inc.

Have fun!

Love,
Stacy

“It is no sign of mental health to be well-adjusted to an insane world.”

                 The Dalai Lama

Go See the Movie, “Freedom Writers!”

February 7, 2007

Really. Now.

A significant portion of your movie dollar goes to support the Freedom Writers Foundation. See www.freedomwritersfoundation.com 

I saw it last night. You know me, I leave the theater feeling high and  connected after a movie full of truth that makes a difference. I guess I was safe to drive. I got home alright.

I cried. Take your tissues.

I don’t know how to tell you how impactful and moving this movie is.

Yes, I am impacted and moved by many things. My responses were most likely colored by my deep desire to teach classes (more than I do). Also, I recently met a man who was abandoned by his parents at 13 and lived on the streets until someone took him in. He was also one of 2 white guys in an all black school in Colorado. He lived this movie. 

What I did not know, until the end of the movie is that it was real. This movie is based on a true story. I cried across the mall to Borders and bought two copies of the book. One for me, and one for the guy I mentioned above. The clerk at the bookstore was sympathetic. Her husband is a teacher, too. I delivered my friend’s copy to him this morning about 6 am. Why not? I was up. It was important.

OMFG

Erin Gruwell, the teacher who inspired these students to finish schools and help others, is a real person. The book is a real book.

Buy it. Proceeds go to the foundation to provide similar inspiration and training to to more students.

Here is the link to go buy the book. This link takes you to the 1999 cover with a picture of Ms. Gruwell and her real students. There is a movie version of the cover out, too, now.

http://www.amazon.com/Freedom-Writers-Diary-Teacher-Themselves/dp/038549422X/sr=8-1/qid=1170890103/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-8152290-6856167?ie=UTF8&s=books

If you have children. If you have ever been a child. This book is likely to be very, very moving.

I hope I can do a fraction of the good this woman is doing.

Love,

Stacy

Coffee & Wireless at the Santa Fe Hotel

December 4, 2006

It was a very comfortable weekend with Sean and Aubrey at her “new” home in the country. I love being with friends I can totally relax with. I mean *really* relax. Like, who cares if you close the bathroom door? And does this pink look okay on me? Sprawling on couches, helping with the dishes, you know…  *totally* comfortable. 

It had the effect of reminding me how very much I want to live in a community like that again, like the ashram, like the rebirthers, like Denton Days, all of that. When I find that again, I’ll move in and unpack everything to stay a while.

So, Aubrey and I drove an hour to Santa Fe where she has a room with two other roommates, 30 yr old male MD’s. We moved a single futon from the living room to her room and had a little slumber party complete with Sangria and Jarlsberg and crackers. That came about because it was 6 pm and we were very tired. It feels like 9 pm when it’s already been dark 2 or 3 hours. I offered to drive to the store for the wine, oranges and ginger ale, if she’d navigate, and she agreed. She also bought. (Thank you, Aubrey!)  

We checked this morning to see where the bus stop near her would be and there wasn’t one in her neck of the woods at all. So, we showered and bundled up and I drove her to work.  

I have successfully found Whole Foods. It’s huge. Somehow, when people say “tucked back” I look for something smaller.  😉  They have wireless, but the door kept opening and it was muy frio. I picked up a few (too many) things. One is a cup of green chile from their hot bar for Aubrey to nuke for lunch if she get waylaid by the vehicular powers that be. She has to get license tags for her motorcycle.

Muscial Interlude

I don’t want a pickle.

Just wanna ride on my motorcicle.

I don’t wanta a tickle.

I’d rather ride on my motorcycle.

And I don’t wanna die.

I’d rather ride on my motorcy!

– Arlo Guthrie

This tune brought to you in honor of my mother’s husband. 

End Muscial Interlude 

Then. . .  find of finds . . . the Hotel Santa Fe lobby!  Wireless, coffee, low lights, 6 comfy chairs and 2 comfy couches. Marion is one of those big African American folks you just love to have wait on you. I asked him if he’d been here forever and he said he’s only been here 3 months, and only been a server 3 months his whole life. He worked in security before and just isn’t old enough to collect his retirement from the city of LA.

I picked up the hotel’s list of events for Aubrey to peruse. Many, maybe most, are “ongoing.” I am pretty sure I have stayed here before. Probably when Eduardo sent me down here to check out a potential girlfriend while I saw Ammachi.

It was good to take a weekend off after NaNoWriMo. There is plenty of work left to be done on the book. I’ve got ideas and I’ll get started on that this afternoon.

Tiny little maze of a place, Santa Fe. If I turn the right direction, I should be able to find Aubrey’s office by 11:30.

Love,
Stacy

Riding the Bus

November 30, 2006

I showed up at a coffee shop about 45 minutes from where I live last week and ran into a girl I know. She looked up at me and said, “How did you get here?” I really had to laugh. I showed her my bus pass. Some people don’t think you can get around without a car.

I was one of those to some degree, but my friend, Terry, helped fix that one for me. I remember he called me at work one day last summer and said, “Hey, can I come hang out with you at lunch?” I asked where he was. “Oh, I’m at home.” I asked how he would get there. “I’ll just ride my bike.” He was a good 30 minutes from me . . . by car! That’s Terry. He also supplements the bike with the bus. I was in awe of the way he just gets up and goes. It gave me the courage to do that when I lost my car to that wreck.

I rode the bus in the snow for the first time today!

It was really cool, if you’ll pardon. There were a lot more people riding because of the snowy streets, and near the CU campus the bus was totally full and couldn’t stop for anymore passengers. I’ve seen that once before.

I’ve noticed that people have varying stories (in The Work of Byron Katie sense) about buses.

Some people have ridden buses all their lives. Maybe they lived in New York or San Francisco where that’s been a normal and necessary mode of transportation for decades. Maybe they had to ride a school bus or were bussed across town for integration of the schools in the 60’s and 70’s.

Other people, and this was me until a few months ago, have almost never ridden a bus for anything. I remember one time trying to take a bus to work from the TCU area of Fort Worth, Texas into downtown in the heat one day. I felt very motion sick and I never did it again.

Now, I have taken a few tour buses since then. I did San Francisco, Savannah and hmm… seems like there’s another one. I really loved the tours! Because of the Savannah tour guide, an animated Sage woman, who included mention of the famous spots in “Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil,” I went straight out and bought the book. Loved it. I don’t remember any motion sickness.

So, when I got a bus pass and started riding the bus regularly a few months ago, I wasn’t sure what to expect. It wasn’t bad. I tended to sit up front so I could see when my stop was coming. Otherwise, I’d miss it.

But in Ireland, we took a bus to a couple of our afternoon sites and again I experienced motion sickness. Why the difference?

Well, my roommate, Aubrey, kindly told me. She said, “Sit in the front and you’ll have less motion sickness.” She was absolutely right. Now I regularly ride in front.

When I was a little girl, I was told that buses were dangerous. People got stabbed on buses. And I am old enough to remember when the civil rights movement had not corrected the awful attitudes white people once had toward black people, or “coloreds” as my paternal grandparents called these beautiful chocolate brown human beings. It wasn’t that long ago.

So, basically, I was given to believe that little white girls shouldn’t ride buses.

They were wrong.

Now, maybe buses in LA or New York or somewhere are just as dangerous as my grandparents feared they were, but not here in Boulder, Colorado, aka a few square miles of utopia surrounded by reality. I love that one, of course. But I won’t deconstruct the ideas of utopia and reality and what makes it so right now. That, as they say, is another story for another time.

Right now I’m just all amazed at the experience of riding a huge box on wheels down icey hills and back up them, crammed in with maybe 50 other people on their way to school, work and beyond, who shared a few miles of street together with the kind bus driver who waved us on and waved us off with a very friendly, “Have a great day! Watch your step! Thank you!” at every stop.

It’s a miracle, isn’t it?

Love,

Stacy