Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Hellas Photos, 1
Just a few of my favorites from among my girls' 1000+ photos. I'll add more later.
And finally....
Lynnie, this one is for you...
Eh! Why you honk on my goats?
Monday, July 07, 2008
Lefkada, Pt. 2
Lefkada is a rather large island among Greece's thousand islands, and I had no idea which part of island the girls would visit. When I posted the photos of Lefkada in my previous post, I simply chose two of my favorites from among the many Lefkada photos that I viewed.
I just now learned that my daughters & their cousin visited Porto Katsiki on Lefkada, which happens to be the topmost of the two photos I posted previously. Porto Katsiki was voted (I don't know by whom) the 6th best beach in the world.
I just now learned that my daughters & their cousin visited Porto Katsiki on Lefkada, which happens to be the topmost of the two photos I posted previously. Porto Katsiki was voted (I don't know by whom) the 6th best beach in the world.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Lefkada, Pt. 1
Today, the girls are on the island Lefkada, on the western shores of Greece. A little further north, and they could practically throw a stone onto Italy's boot heel. ;)
When they send me text messages telling me where they are, I follow them on Google Maps. These are photos of Lefkada that I nabbed off the web. I'll replace them with my girls' photos after they return.
When they send me text messages telling me where they are, I follow them on Google Maps. These are photos of Lefkada that I nabbed off the web. I'll replace them with my girls' photos after they return.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Artemis & Inkster
I was exploring maps of Artemis, Greece, where two of my daughters and my niece are currently visiting. Until I panned out in Google maps, I had no idea Artemis was so close to the airport in Athens. Seems Artemis is approximately 3 miles from the northeastern corner of the airport.
Inkster, where I grew up and where my parents still live, is about 5-6 miles from the northeast corner of Detroit Metropolitan Airport.
Artemis & Inkster -- their people, languages, cultures, climate, landscape -- may have little in common, but take a look at these satellite photos from Google maps. Artemis & Inkster are the red "A" pointers on each map, with Artemis on the left and Inkster on the right:
Click on the photo for a larger view.
Interesting.
Inkster, where I grew up and where my parents still live, is about 5-6 miles from the northeast corner of Detroit Metropolitan Airport.
Artemis & Inkster -- their people, languages, cultures, climate, landscape -- may have little in common, but take a look at these satellite photos from Google maps. Artemis & Inkster are the red "A" pointers on each map, with Artemis on the left and Inkster on the right:
Interesting.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
En Route to Greece!
No, not me. My two eldest and their cousin. Just the three of them, zooming somewhere over the Atlantic as I type. ::sigh:: Lucky girls. Happy girls. ;) They will be staying with my cousin & his family just half a mile from this...
This is Artemis on the left, and that's the Aegean Sea on the right. O. M. G.
Below is a photo showing possible (or probable) destinations. The bottom arrow points to my cousin's home in Artemis. The center arrow points to my mother's hometown of Volos, and the top arrow points to Florina, my father's hometown, which is too small to appear on this map, so I placed it there.
Update, 10:37pm (Detroit time): Passing Ireland, soon to fly over France, then Italy, then a smooth Athens landing at about 2:00am (Detroit), 09:00 (Athens). Again and with a smile, I sigh.
Καλό σας ταξίδι, χρυσοί μου!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
"Namaste" to These Greek Ears
First, the meaning of the Sanskrit namaste as I've heard and read:
Nama = bow
as = I
te = you
Literally, "bow me you," or, "I bow to you."
Namaste is often interpretted as: "The divine in me honors the divine in you," "the Light in me recognizes the Light in you," or, "all that is best and highest in me salutes all that is best and highest in you."
* * *
In Greek:
eimaste (είμαστε) = we are
na eimaste (να είμαστε) = may we be
The first syllable of eimaste is often dropped to make na eimaste into a contraction:
na'maste (να'μαστε) = may we be
In Greek, you wouldn't say na'maste by itself. Na'maste needs another word or phrase:
Na'maste kala = May we be well.
Na'maste mazi = May we be together.
Na'maste eutuchizmenoi = May we be happy.
When I began to hear people speak the Sanskrit namaste to one another and to me, I had to work at not hearing the Greek word, usually to little avail. I understood what they meant, but to these Greek ears, namaste sounded incomplete, like half a sentence, a half-hearted wish, a fragment of a thought. My brain tried to translate it to "I bow to you," but my soul kept hearing "may we be."
Then I began to think about being, to meditate on the act/non-act of being, the state of being, chewing on and tasting the experience of I am / we are.
The sound of namaste soon took on a new meaning to me, a meaning that isn't incomplete at all, a meaning that isn't so different from "I bow to you" or "the light in me honors the light in you:" May we be.
To these ears, "may we be" no longer sounds like a fragment of a thought. It is not an empty wish or a fleeting hope for the future but is instead a statement that ushers in an experience or state of being that already is unfolding, an experience or state that already is.
I am. We are. Like a brilliant diamond, one and many-sided...
Na'maste.
Nama = bow
as = I
te = you
Literally, "bow me you," or, "I bow to you."
Namaste is often interpretted as: "The divine in me honors the divine in you," "the Light in me recognizes the Light in you," or, "all that is best and highest in me salutes all that is best and highest in you."
In Greek:
eimaste (είμαστε) = we are
na eimaste (να είμαστε) = may we be
The first syllable of eimaste is often dropped to make na eimaste into a contraction:
na'maste (να'μαστε) = may we be
In Greek, you wouldn't say na'maste by itself. Na'maste needs another word or phrase:
Na'maste kala = May we be well.
Na'maste mazi = May we be together.
Na'maste eutuchizmenoi = May we be happy.
When I began to hear people speak the Sanskrit namaste to one another and to me, I had to work at not hearing the Greek word, usually to little avail. I understood what they meant, but to these Greek ears, namaste sounded incomplete, like half a sentence, a half-hearted wish, a fragment of a thought. My brain tried to translate it to "I bow to you," but my soul kept hearing "may we be."
Then I began to think about being, to meditate on the act/non-act of being, the state of being, chewing on and tasting the experience of I am / we are.
The sound of namaste soon took on a new meaning to me, a meaning that isn't incomplete at all, a meaning that isn't so different from "I bow to you" or "the light in me honors the light in you:" May we be.
To these ears, "may we be" no longer sounds like a fragment of a thought. It is not an empty wish or a fleeting hope for the future but is instead a statement that ushers in an experience or state of being that already is unfolding, an experience or state that already is.
I am. We are. Like a brilliant diamond, one and many-sided...
Na'maste.
Monday, June 16, 2008
IMI Graduation
It was a wonderful and happy day. The best. And blessed.
Click the Play button in the lower left corner of the screen below. Music is included, so adjust your volume accordingly.
I am sorry that I did not get photos with the following people: Rob Kelly, our pathology instructor; Larissa Cisaruk, teacher of several classes at IMI (Torso Techniques, for ex.); Barb Brigee, clinic manager; and Cindy and Annette, our Hands-On apprentices. My experience at IMI would have been incomplete had any of you not been a part of it; likewise, the above photo presentation is, to me, incomplete without you in it. But I did see each of you there, and for that I am glad. It was a grand day, wasn't it?
Photographers: Stephie & Kate. Lovely job, ladies. Thank you!
Song: "May It Be" by Enya
Video production:
Click the Play button in the lower left corner of the screen below. Music is included, so adjust your volume accordingly.
I am sorry that I did not get photos with the following people: Rob Kelly, our pathology instructor; Larissa Cisaruk, teacher of several classes at IMI (Torso Techniques, for ex.); Barb Brigee, clinic manager; and Cindy and Annette, our Hands-On apprentices. My experience at IMI would have been incomplete had any of you not been a part of it; likewise, the above photo presentation is, to me, incomplete without you in it. But I did see each of you there, and for that I am glad. It was a grand day, wasn't it?
Photographers: Stephie & Kate. Lovely job, ladies. Thank you!
Song: "May It Be" by Enya
Video production:
IMI Graduation
Yours truly with Irene Gauthier, IMI's beloved founder, teacher, healer, and bestower of blessings.I'm working on a slide presentation of my graduation photos. Check back soon.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Employed Again, Naturally
Back in action at the bookstore. All seems well there. Meanwhile, my massage resumes are out and heading out.
I visited one of the establishments to which I'd sent a resume, had a wonderful massage there. Seems it'd be a lovely place to work.
[Check back for my posting on IMI graduation! I'm still waiting for photos from my daughters, one of whom, the out-of-towner, is without internet and so has to get the photos to me on a disc.]
I visited one of the establishments to which I'd sent a resume, had a wonderful massage there. Seems it'd be a lovely place to work.
[Check back for my posting on IMI graduation! I'm still waiting for photos from my daughters, one of whom, the out-of-towner, is without internet and so has to get the photos to me on a disc.]
Sunday, June 01, 2008
To Be or Not to Be ...Employed
On Friday, May 23, the bookstore let me know that Saturday the 24th was my last day on the schedule for who-knows how long. You're still employed here, they said, we just don't have any hours to give you. So, technically speaking, I still have a job, but practically speaking, I've been unemployed for a week.
I was really upset at first.
But then I spent an entire day in my garden. First time this year. Glory! What a happy, happy day. I looked around at the overgrowth, weeds, and general brokenness and, instead of (or in spite of) feeling heavy-hearted over the loss of my garden's former beauty, instead of pitying myself for the gardening hours I won't have when I go back to work, I told myself, Pick a spot. Just choose one spot, sit, and tend.
I sat in the center garden and began the tedious job of pulling the tall grasses, a few skinny blades at a time, that had sprung up amidst the thyme and periwinkle. In light of all the work that needed to be done, this grass-pulling was a drop in the bucket... the most luscious drop I'd ever tasted.
Hello, sun! Hello, dirt! Hello, opportunity to garden till sundown! It was my bestest gardening day ever. I need a job, but I am so grateful for this time off.
Meanwhile...
Yesterday, I received the job list from IMI's placement director. It's a list of 67 job opportunities in the metro Detroit area, 30 of which are in Oakland County. Of those, I highlighted four jobs that most interest me, one of which tugged at my shirt sleeve, saying, Pick me! Pick me!
I'll start sending resumes tomorrow. Today, I graduate.
Six o'clock this evening, Silver Garden Shriner's Center in Southfield.
Smiles.
I was really upset at first.
But then I spent an entire day in my garden. First time this year. Glory! What a happy, happy day. I looked around at the overgrowth, weeds, and general brokenness and, instead of (or in spite of) feeling heavy-hearted over the loss of my garden's former beauty, instead of pitying myself for the gardening hours I won't have when I go back to work, I told myself, Pick a spot. Just choose one spot, sit, and tend.
I sat in the center garden and began the tedious job of pulling the tall grasses, a few skinny blades at a time, that had sprung up amidst the thyme and periwinkle. In light of all the work that needed to be done, this grass-pulling was a drop in the bucket... the most luscious drop I'd ever tasted.
Hello, sun! Hello, dirt! Hello, opportunity to garden till sundown! It was my bestest gardening day ever. I need a job, but I am so grateful for this time off.
Meanwhile...
Yesterday, I received the job list from IMI's placement director. It's a list of 67 job opportunities in the metro Detroit area, 30 of which are in Oakland County. Of those, I highlighted four jobs that most interest me, one of which tugged at my shirt sleeve, saying, Pick me! Pick me!
I'll start sending resumes tomorrow. Today, I graduate.
Six o'clock this evening, Silver Garden Shriner's Center in Southfield.
Smiles.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Jobs and Timing
I really like my job at the bookstore. I had decided some time ago that I'd like to plan my massage schedule around my bookstore job. I want my bookstore job to be the paycheck I count on while I build up my massage practice part-time.
That's what I thought.
On Wednesday morning, I sent my resume to IMI's placement director. On Wednesday afternoon, I learned that my hours at the bookstore had been cut by 33%. (They cut everyone's hours.)
I don't know if this comes across as amazing here as it did to me when I saw my reduced-hours schedule at the bookstore. Think about it: Randy, my hands-on teacher, utilizes a lovely ritual to usher his students out of school and toward the working world of massage. Then I begin sending out my massage resume, wondering how I'm going to fit a massage job into my schedule. Then, that same day, the bookstore cuts my hours.
You know how folks sometimes say, "What are you waiting for, a neon sign from heaven?" Well, when I looked at the new schedule posted on the bulletin board at work, it morphed into this, right before my very eyes:
That's what I thought.
On Wednesday morning, I sent my resume to IMI's placement director. On Wednesday afternoon, I learned that my hours at the bookstore had been cut by 33%. (They cut everyone's hours.)
I don't know if this comes across as amazing here as it did to me when I saw my reduced-hours schedule at the bookstore. Think about it: Randy, my hands-on teacher, utilizes a lovely ritual to usher his students out of school and toward the working world of massage. Then I begin sending out my massage resume, wondering how I'm going to fit a massage job into my schedule. Then, that same day, the bookstore cuts my hours.
You know how folks sometimes say, "What are you waiting for, a neon sign from heaven?" Well, when I looked at the new schedule posted on the bulletin board at work, it morphed into this, right before my very eyes:
Thursday, May 15, 2008
FINITO!
Yes, my classes ended last week, but I had a couple of loose ends to tie up. Today, I went to IMI and tied up my last loose end! Woo hoo!
I went upstairs to peek in at my old classroom. (Old? Ha. I was just there last week.) There was our room, full of new faces, new students on their first day of Hands-On class. There was Deb who spotted me and laughed as she headed over for hugs, accusing me of not being able to stay away. Who, me?
And there was Randy at the head of the room, frantically preparing to begin class. Mind you, "frantic" for Randy means turning from Point A to Point B with papers in his hand that he then sets down at Point C. When he's really frantic, he holds his fingers up as if checking the direction of the non-wind, smiles, and says, It's okay. And, sure enough, everything is okay.
I am so lucky to have had IMI's best for hands-on instruction! Thank you, Randy and Deb. And thanks to Annette and Cindy, our esteemed apprentices. I couldn't have asked for a better team.
I went upstairs to peek in at my old classroom. (Old? Ha. I was just there last week.) There was our room, full of new faces, new students on their first day of Hands-On class. There was Deb who spotted me and laughed as she headed over for hugs, accusing me of not being able to stay away. Who, me?
And there was Randy at the head of the room, frantically preparing to begin class. Mind you, "frantic" for Randy means turning from Point A to Point B with papers in his hand that he then sets down at Point C. When he's really frantic, he holds his fingers up as if checking the direction of the non-wind, smiles, and says, It's okay. And, sure enough, everything is okay.
I am so lucky to have had IMI's best for hands-on instruction! Thank you, Randy and Deb. And thanks to Annette and Cindy, our esteemed apprentices. I couldn't have asked for a better team.
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