Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Judith Orloff

Day after tomorrow, my girlfriend and I are leaving to go to Big Sur, California to do a three-day workshop with the renowned energy psychiatrist, Dr. Judith Orloff. My girlfriend turned me onto her writings and I've been hooked ever since. She's a meaty one, that Orloff. In essence, she's the one who termed the words, "energy vampire." You know the people in your family or even some of your friends who can put their sticky invisible suckers on you with their circuitous diatribes on the tornadic activity of their really important lives.

I know, I have been one. I have talked incessantly about why a family member doesn't do what I want them to do. Why can't my brother just show up and help with Grandma's move into assisted living? I mean, Jesus Christ, he's on the golf course every weekend but he can't help with the move. What's he doing on the back nine in that large noodle of his? Where is his awareness? And, my father, what happened to his memory? Should we move him in with grandma, too? Have you ever been around the energy vampire that was drunk and they kept saying the same story over and over. This is an ENERGY vampire! Run. Run, I say...

Orloff also talks about meditating, finding your inner emotional self, and giving the spirit of yourself a break. In fact, she tries, in my opinion to slow everything down a bit and just look at a serene painting, look at that cool tree, or pet your dog.

I'm off to complain about my ills to myself: my enduring weight problem, my bad ankle, my declining vision, my girlfriend's Catholic provinicial mother who can only see herself. At least this way, I won't suck anyone's energy.

I love Judith Orloff. Check out her site: http://www.drjudithorloff.com/

I've read her book, Positive Energy and am now enjoying the benefits of Emotional Freedom.

So, retract your suckers for a moment and read about who you are and who you don't want to be. She's really helped to change my life.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Joel Burns is a great role model...

I get the Courage Campaign e-mails on a regular basis. And, I usually just peruse them quickly and hit delete. Come on...many of us are like that when you sign up for a gazillion notices on what's happening in the world. Just yesterday, I was drinking coffee, editing my fifth book, and trying, as usual, to find the right word to fit.

I decided to check my e-mail because no words were coming and it was late in the day. I'd looked at the birds, taken the dog for a walk, and viewed the same crap in the fridge for the fifteenth time. Then, another e-mail came in from the Courage Campaign...I scanned, scrolled and saw that there was a video link to Joel Burns. Who's he? I thought. I almost hit delete, but then something told me to take a second and read a bit more. Then I saw it was twelve minutes long. Twelve minutes! That's way too long.

No, it's not.

Just give it a whirl.

Bless you!


Friday, October 8, 2010

Where is God when you need Him/Her/It?

Trust me. It's been one of those years when I thought God was hiding under my bed afraid to come out even when I shouted the loudest of bids, the loudest of prayers. Ever had one of those years when you were sure God was out laughing about with Hollywood celebrities and standing behind one of the judges at Dancing with the Stars? Perhaps She/He/It was kanoodling with Christine O'donnell about wiccanery and spinning a new dervish at round three of Alaskan shenanigans where Todd, Sarah, and their child prodigies are the stars of the biggest farce in history. Ever wonder? I do.

This year, I had a detached retina and had to wake up each day to the Today Show spinning about what new child was abducted, the terrible economic debacle that never ends, and what terrible devastation was hitting Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iraq...not to mention what wuz up wif Lindsay and her middle finger. I prayed for world peace and ate ice cream and held my eye so it wouldn't move. Then last December, I slipped on ice going to work and my entire Tibia (the big bone down there) came out. I underwent surgery; twelve pins and a plate later, I brought in the new year with Morning Joe and ice and more prayers. The news by then had dulled my senses...more killings, more abuse to sell, sell, sell the media. Oi vay.

I prayed some more. In May I had female surgery to remove a benign tumor and to get general housecleaning "down there." The oil crisis kept me company and I kept peaking under my bed to see if God would come out to help. I mean, really, couldn't He/She/It see what was happening. Doesn't God have a flat screen?

Now I get eye injections so my left eye can heal from several Fuchs Spots that are making it impossible to see. I pray more. But now, I realize why I may be going blind. Television. Internet. Blah. Blah. Blah. I'm going outside to listen to the birds...I think they're called that, right?...and to listen for the wind...it's wind, right? Perhaps say an Om and see if it catches the signal of some satellite nearby.

God? You there?