Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Imma Jew

My first lesson in being a Jew. From an Indian 26 year old man in a strange house in Madison Wisconsin. His name, Mohamed.

shabbat- free dinner on Fridays, These happen at the jewish palaces called Halliel
Oy Vey- this means, "woooah",
Schiska- Seinfeid says its a Jewish temptress. She tempts non jews or Jews on the fence. It's a negative phrase, like, "Man, that girls a schiska."
Schmutz- weird crappy thing you can't get off your jacket. "You got some schmutz there, you better wipe if off before you go inside for Shabbat."
Bat mitzba- When a jew girl becomes a jew lady.
Challah- gooooood jewish bread
hannakah- opposite of Christmas
yarmulke- jew hat



One step closer to understanding my roots.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Leap of faith

I had what seemed to be a big disappointment occur this week. I didn't get the job that I had been hoping to get. A process that has extended into 4 months, just to find out I wasn't selected.

I also haven't yet found a place to live.

So here I am, tock a tickin' and I'm not sure what my future holds for me. It's a terrifying place to be standing in.
I met someone yesterday who told me that my aura sends off the message that life will be ok. That I am taken care of.
I slipped away after my conversation with her and help back my tears. It was the first time that I realized how big of a leap I've taken.
I don't know how I ended up in Portland.
I know I want to find a job that is full of love. I want my money and source of nutrition to come from a place of giving and life.
I want to live in a home that I am comfortable in. With people that are kind and aware of the beauty of the earth.
I am not completely lost. I am surrounded by the deepest and most beautiful family here. I am not alone.
I am trusting that love, income, shelter, food, and health are in my future.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Flowering Pot

There is a deeper beauty in a flowering pot than in a gardening hose.
Somehow the one additional step of using the garden hose to fill the tin flowering pot makes you feel more connected to the flower itself.

As I watered the tomato plants this afternoon I caught my mind daydreaming back to a time in Taos, New Mexico, where I was surrounding by nothing but sage bushes and the greenest roughage I had ever seen. With a dog who went by the name of "Brown Dog Chicken Brown Dog", sniffing my feet begging to be pet, as I nourished the exotic flower beds with the water from a Flowering Pot, around a stranger's plantation.

It was a surreal moment. And yet natural and obvious.

Always use a flowering pot. It will cheer it up. Try it sometime.