Magical Skate Boarding English Bull Dog!

I love this dog! I love his spirit! He is truly magical and mystical and will stay in my heart. You see here's my theory. I believe that he is a reincarnated young boy who might have been killed skateboarding or maybe from something else but died too young just the same. I think this young boy dreamed of being famous. I think he dreamed of being so good at skateboarding that he dreamed every moment of being recognized as the best there is!

Well, he is now! As a skate boarding English Bull Dog he is totally in a class of his own and has famous as can be. And loved! Truly a one of a kind - way out of the ordinary, he moves beyong the spectrum of talent and capability. He's a miracle, a magical miracle. His face reflexes joy, pride and determination. I love the way he has two feet on the right on the board and pedals with two on the left, then hops on board and sways right and left around corners and to keep it going. He knows that if he moves his weight back and forth that it keeps him moving. I love that dog!

Saw Edy's Spirit in the CWE

It was a magical moment. And sometimes I think those moments can only happen to me when I am alone. Maybe I recognize or pay more attention without the distraction of others's voices.

I was riding from the CWE on my way to the Riverfront to meet up with friends for a ride up the trail near the river. I stopped at Einsteins to get my favorite cinnamon sticks. For a moment I was feeling disappointment because while waiting patiently in line with helmet, colorful Italian jersey (bulging pack pockets) and gloves on, I didn't see them in their usual place. I had easy view too, looking over the head of a very short, slight stout, visor capped lady about, I'd say in her 80's.

With relief in hand - my cinnamon sticks - in toll I paid and head out the door to the black rodiron tables, chairs and fense where I chained my bike. At the next table the little lady set facing me eating her bagel. I was compelled to talk to her for some reason rather than the two obviously gay guys at the table behind me. Well, for one thing they were engaged in conversation and she was sitting there alone.

I brought up the weather. It was a lovely morning, bright and crisp, after a stormy past evening and night. She was delighted and very engaging. She asked how far I was going to ride. And as I pulled away mounting my bike suggested I be careful. A few yards down the
street - it suddenly hit me "that was Edy" and I chocked up and wanted to cry - but only for a second. It was a magical moment that I carry with me today.

I know they are magical moments because my heart is lifted and duh, they feel magical!

I had a great time too meeting up with my two friends and got to get some one on one conversation with them. I appreciated T's interest in the industrial areas and how salt was being scouped from a barge and moved over our heads and loading onto tractor trailer trucks that moved forward every few minutes when the driver heard the beep.

Later on she wondered if the coal filled new alluminum train cars were headed out or coming in to have their payload transferred vis elevated conveyor onto barges. I thought perhaps since they were still sitting there they were in wait of being transferred to barges. Because if heading out they may have already been railed out of the yard. Well, it was just a gut feeling. A hunch! Sometimes my hunches work out pretty good though.

We had a great ride including a snake sighting that scared the hell out of T. I saw it first and rode slighty up ahead to head it off and scare it back into the grass, off the trail. She otherwise had no way to avoid it. It was too late and too close for her to maneuver around it. Which was another reason while, me being on the left of her, got up ahead in the left lan. The snake really had to where to go the way it was headed with tongue flashing out of all five feet of it, for there was a large concrete wall in it's way across, to my left, of the path. We probably did it a favor scaring it back into the grass. Oh he raised up and turn around quickly!

I love animals. Yesterday when I rode with others, we saw a large snapping water turtle with a crocodile tail along the trail. He was rather far from the river and the bridge. I guess with the water out slightly and the ground so saturated it is easy for them to wander further around from their normal roam.

See the spirit of Edy was magical and I guess the main magical moment of the weekend. However ,in thinking back there were actually quite a few magical moments to enjoy and treasure.

Hey, just being able to ride 43 miles on Saturday and riding 53, including a 5k run, on Sunday, it magical in itself. I am dang blessed and lucky and I know it. I have wonderful ambition, physical strength and stamima and desire. That right there is a winning attitude to health.

getting in touch with my spirituality

Is it possible? Can I do it? I so want to see the bigger picture. I want to be more than just an ordinary human being. According to Brian L. Weiss, M. D. author of "Many Live, Many Master" and "Same Soul, Many Bodies" we are here on earth to find love. To find our purpose.

I'm here to finally one day actually feel at home. I feel like an alien. I never did fit in. I'm so sick of social and religious demands. I'd rather be like the young Millenniums born between 1980 and 1995 who have been pampered and taught that they are special and can do whatever they wish. Well, at least they have self confidence. Actually, featured on 60 minutes yesterday, they merely appear as spoiled brats to me. I'm 60 - brought up as a nothing, shameful, sinful, lesser than male female. God, I hate the church!

the Millenium kids of today make demands of bosses, they want play time, bonus, fun times. They want to come to work in flip flops and ratty jeans with holes and come in to work when they want to. Hey, you have to hand it to them. If enough demand these features I say more power to them. My generation was merely products of the god awful puppet "greatest generation" of soldiers. No one walked out of line. They were afraid too. Mere puppets of the flirty church.

In a way, in a big way, I admire the Millenium generation. Good for them! Be happy and do not be a slave to the work place. Make them work for you! Besides if workers are comfortable at work, they will be more productive in less time.

Actually, I was born way too soon for my spirit. Way to soon! I couldn't be me! It is so wonderful if you are free to be creative and be who you are! In a way, I can't wait to die and come back and do it MY WAY for a change. I got so sick of being a fool slave to church, society and arrogant parents who didn't love me. Assholes they were and treated me like a piece of shit. At least today there is social services.

I think it's why I love living in the city. People who isolate their kids and home school them living in the country are dangerous - very dangerous. Hate breeds hate!

Personally, I hope this latest generous totally leaves the church behind in their bankruptcy due to paying off molestation victims. Assholes!

I guess I knew that she was going to call

well, I drove to the park but came back home without even getting out of my car there.   I just didn't feel like running.   My legs were cold.   Actually, I think I'm fighting off a cold or my sinuses (god forbid - not that season again - I hate that crap in my throat).   I'm breathing through my mouth - so yes - it's a sinus or allergy day.   If it's like this on April 6th - I'm going to have a terrible time trying to run that half marathon.   So, universe, please help me out will you.

Anyway, at the park, I was thinking about calling my friend, my ex.   Hm.  But I didn't take the time and drove home.  When I got home I thought about just taking a short run around my neighborhood; but soon cancelled out that idea too.   I picked up my stuff out of the car and went inside.   

Once inside, again, I thought about calling my friend, but was going to eat something first.   Well, right then - she called "me".   Is that too weird.

I told her that I was just thinking about calling her.   I had not talked to her since the middle of last week and I was missing her.   I'm very glad we are on the same mental, mystical, spiritual universal plane.

We are all connected you know!

A Full Moom

I think I am getting in tune with the universe. I've been listening to the Monday night Oprah's audio regarding Eckhart Tolle "A New Earth" and "The Power of Now".

I need to read them both. I need to be able to sit still long enough to read them both.

But, I am trying to follow the advice in chapter one through three which we have so far covered in "A New Earth" and that is to stay in the moment. Do not judge. Do not fret about the past or worry about the future. It's what I like about going to bed and sleeping to escape the past and future. Sleeping is in the now. Just lie down, close your eyes and drift away.

So, sometimes in the "now" I come to realize and connect the dots. I believe I see change in the air. A nice change. I'm sure I will be fine.

I also have here to read "The New American Spirituality" by Elizabeth Lesser. A seeker's guide.

So, all I need do is find the discipline to finally sit down and just read! Read and not eat!

I ask the universe to help me succeed not only in the 13.1 miles race coming up in two weeks, but also in losing about ten pounds so I don't have to haul a bunch of extra weight around for over two hours as I run this race. Wish me lunch! Please! And a beautiful sunny, clear, crisp, shinning Sunday morning. Please help me to make the race go smooth and easy and relaxing and fun and effortless. Help me to fell strong and breath strong! Thank you so much for all of my many blessings of painless efforts and accomplishments.

I'm pooped

and do not feel like attending yoga this evening. Must I? I'm dragging ass. I ran 13 miles yesterday and well tried to ride my bicycle some today around the lake. Saw Dave from the running group and we chatted a bit.

I felt fine that. But was getting hungry and tried of fighting the wind. So thought I would get a head start of the traffic and headed back home. I was fine until I ate something.. been pooped since four.

I certainly do not feel like going to yoga. Of course, I never feel like going. It's a pain. Yet, I struggle through every week. I need to lose weight and get some energy. I need to knock off about ten pounds around my gut.

As soon as I eat something my gut blows up. I only had a handful of trail mix and about a cup and half of pasta with mushrooms and vegetables I made the other evening.

And that needs to be it for the evening. I have to stop eating. Other then what I just ate, I had half cook of oatmeal (with one cup of water) and two four ounce cups of coffee.

I'm tired and can't fat. Can't be tired and can't eat. Nice!

I can't believe it!

I just can't believe how Hillary gets put down and every one on Tim Russert's two shows hold up for Obama. He let's her go first on the tough questions and Dee Dee Meyer says Obama is being a gentlemen. He's stupid! He doesn't know the answer - but no one wants to see it!

Obama waits for her to answer - so as to provide him (Obama) with an answers!