P.A.U. 14 – The Return & the Cold Blues

Seattle Skyline view from Queen Anne Hill. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hello everyone!

I’m back home safe and sound, if I hadn’t mentioned this before. I have to tell you when I got to “King’s Station” in Seattle and we were walking down to the train the first thing I thought was, “Hey! Where is Platform 9 & 3/4?!” Ye-ah, I’m a dork – leave me alone! It was much easier to cross back into America than to cross out of it (see What Pagan Means to Me). I was happy for that I must say. So I get home I’m fine and dandy. I have some sniffles, no biggy.

Now because I’ve been hard at work at trying to unpack, do laundry and get The Shelton Oracle up and running and looking pretty, I stayed up pretty late two nights in a row and it made my symptoms worse. I got a full-blown cold with a lovely stuffed-up nose, a slight sore throat, sinus pressure that makes my head feel in a fog and serious fatigue. I spent the next few days heavily napping, drinking plenty of fluids, some herbal teas and of course eating good food. I’m feeling a little better now which is why you are seeing an update.

“Platform 9 3/4″ at King’s Cross station in London (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I have plenty of new stories to write about but for now I may hold off another day or two until my head really feels up for the challenge of thinking, deep cognitive thought processes, editing and other good stuff otherwise I might be pushing my luck. I’d like to be confident the next time I write something good for everyone to read. So if you were worried and didn’t see my “Tweets” on Twitter, now you know. And knowing is half the BATTLE! G.I. JOOOOOEE- Oh wait, this isn’t a cartoon show, ESPECIALLY that one! My bad! ^_^;

Be well and don’t get into too much trouble…without me of course!

~Infinite love and gratitude – Namaste~

P.S. Praying for snow. I saw snow flurries earlier yesterday. I want SNOW darn it! I couldn’t enjoy it as much in Vancouver! @_@

Where is the most relaxing place in my world?

Image by doug88888 via Flickr

There really isn’t just one place I find relaxing. There tends to be more than one given the right circumstances. Sometimes it is home. Sometimes I find relaxation in meditation. Other times I might just find it in “Nature” which I consider part of my “Temple”. When I’m at home, like I am now, my backyard and our lower lot are two of my favorite places to wander. The energy feels wonderful and the air is so pure and clean. At night I can see the stars very clearly. It’s a decent small town if you can handle the lack of employment, but it is my home and I still love it regardless.

Anyone else care to share where their favorite place (s) to relax are?

What 5 Songs Have Inspired Me the Most

Now I would have done this about “What 5 Books Have Influenced Me the Most” BUT – I “Really” don’t want to get into that. I got too many books. It’s far easier to talk about “Art” or “Music”. So I’m starting with my “5 Songs That Have Influenced/Inspired Me”. I’ll try my best to very it to some degree but that may be difficult. First I’m just going to name the Song and then the artist and go over after why I picked each one:

1. Eye of the Storm – Cruxshadows (other choices I had were Sophia, Birthday, and Quicksilver)

2. The Times They are a Changing – Blackmore’s Night

3. The Way I Are – Timberland

4. Born this Way – Lady Gaga

5. Firework – Katy Perry

The Starfish Savior

 

Image via Wikipedia

Some of you may recall this story, perhaps some of you have not even heard it before, but this is one of my favorite stories because it is so simple and yet profound. Originally written by Loren Eiseley (1907 – 1977) I found a site that had this story so I could share it with my friends.  http://muttcats.com/starfish.htm

 

A different retelling of the story but still very similar and now for the original story itself.

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.