The Looking Glass

One of my beliefs is that everything that is present on this earth was first created spiritually. What man does with it good or bad does not change the fact that it was first of God and a beautiful thing.

If we could only understand all the potential in all that is. If we could find the one "truth" all other things would fall into place. We would recognize all of the scattered truths and how they fit together.

My reason for this prelude is my recent and not so recent experiences with numerology, astrology, mediums, etc.

Though I definitely believe that these "gifts" and sciences can be corrupted by less scrupulous individuals who would profit from those seeking guidance and comfort.....

I can't help but believe that it all ties together with who and what and where we come from.

And like Alice and the looking glass I ponder what the world is like on the other side of the mirror.

To discover that certain sciences can actually describe you...that a medium on the streets of San Francisco can tell you to the date the significance of a past event, that a man from India in a turban and flowing robes can walk into your pub and tell you that your brother who has been given 6 months to live has an incredible mind and will live many more years, AND DOES is enough to convince me that there exists powers that are untapped in each of us, utilized by few, neglected by some and abused by many.

Is it possible to determine the source? If you are blessed with intuitions, premonitions, visions....is that of God? Is it something that should be cultivated even encouraged?

....I find it very compelling.

A Gift from God

At the end of seven years thou shalt make a Release...

Deuteronomy 15:1

Though this verse is referring to debt, in practical terms remission of debt aims to re-establish economic equilibrium within a society.

Would it not also be beneficial to see the end of seven years as a remission of all burdens, an opportunity to restore emotional and spiritual equilibrium?

Most of our tissues are continually being turned over, renewed in a balance between the constant death of old cells (likely through the process of apoptosis; a form of cell death in which a programmed sequence of events leads to the elimination of cells) and the constant birth of new cells.

It will be seven years (May 12th, 2007) since Taylor's accident. Seven years. That means that the cells that made me, me at the time of Tay's accident have gone through programmed cell death or cell suicide.

I am not the same person now that I was then. I have figuratively and perhaps literally gone through a death of my own.

It is only now, that I realize that I lived. To "suddenly" wake up and recognize that I am still breathing, surviving. Not the Myra of seven years ago. A very different person. A subdued shadow of my former self. But still... here.

Perhaps it is time to be released from this heavy burden. To find peace and joy once again. To know that the only constant in life is change. To embrace that concept rather than to fear it.

Should we not take a lesson from our tabernacle? Should we not shed the painful experiences that life brings us and "rise from the ashes" a new and glorious self? Stronger, wiser, more compassionate? Should we not hold on to everything good and let go of the rest?

"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the life that is waiting for us."

Joseph Campbell

I never planned on losing a child. I thought he would always be here, a presence in my life. Now

I know he was simply a

"present".

A gift from God.

1000 Bananas For God

A plantation owner, somewhat foolishly accustomed
to bartering with God, prayed for a good harvest.
He pleaded thusly:

'Dear God, if You would please bring me a great
banana harvest, as a service I will give You 1,000
bananas from the harvest.'

God granted him a great harvest. Thus, the plantation
owner loaded up a thousand bananas in his wagon
and had his foreman deliver them to the temple. Along
the way, the foreman was pestered by two little beggar
boys who pleaded for a banana to ward off their hunger.
'Shoo, shoo, go away,' said the foreman, knowing that
the plantation owner had loaded exactly 1,000 bananas.

The hungry little boys ran along side the wagon and
continued to beg. Finally, the hired hand gave each of
them a banana. He thought to himself, 'Who would count
all these bananas and know that two are missing from
a thousand?'


But the plantation owner had warned the chief overseer
of the temple to count the bananas to make sure that the
foreman had not sold some along the way. He found out
that two were missing and had been given to beggars and
he fired the foreman.

That night the plantation owner had a dream. In his dream
God came to him and said, 'I have granted your prayer for
a great harvest, but you have not kept your agreement.'

The plantation owner pleaded his case, 'But God, I took the
bananas to you as I said.'

God replied, 'Well, I am sorry that you are in error my
friend, because so far, I have received only two.'

What goes round comes round, and whether your
load of bananas means abundant energy, creativity,
intelligence, leadership, money or time, for everyone
in the world, figure out how to deliver
more than two.

(Taken from Dr. Robert O. Young)

The Final Cut-Breaking up with my Hairdresser

Fifteen years, count 'em. Years of shared stories, shared tears.

After having so many "I know just how you feel" conversations with a color stylist over the years, it's hard to say, "I don't like what you did." But that's what happened.

I make my appointments for 3 months in a row. Last month, Francine tells me that "we" only scheduled for an hour. Why would I do that? I need base and highlights, a two hour appointment at least. I simply asked why she chose to bump me instead of the person in front of me or the person after me. Her response: "I think it's time you moved on....

Moved on? Like find some one else? Are you nuts??? OK, that wasn't very sensitive of me but you have to admit that's quite a leap. It wasn't like I was criticising her artistic ability.

I don't know if guys can understand this because women definitely feel more involved in the process.

It's routed in childhood with us; most young girls have long hair when they're younger, and it's their mom washing it, brushing it, taking care of it. It's very intimate and very maternal. That sparks that bond you have with your hairdresser.

Men, they get buzzed and a towel dry and that's it.(Kind of like sex)


But this is the real nightmare....the owner of the salon cuts my hair. So now what to I do. Tell him that Francine is looney and broke up with me but do you still want to cut my hair and how are you at color?

The real bottom line is I'm now "one of them". I can't tell you how many times I've listened to Francine tell me about the 'unbearable client' that she has had to "fire".

So as the newly dubbed "one of them" I will move on with grace and dignity and remind myself that I was darn lucky to have paid $100 every 4-5 weeks for however long it lasted!