Sunday, March 13, 2016

Sunday Under the Oaks


Ahhhrizona sunrise.
How magnificent.
A Saguaro takes 45 years to grow 
a new limb.

I am so at peace in desert settings.

At least during the day 
With good shoes, hat & water.

As we sprung forward in time
While sleeping
I woke up, oddly refreshed as if I 
Never got used to falling back

Great morning to go to annual
Under the Oaks art show
Nice & eaely
While natives are still in prayer
In chuch

I worshiped at altar of creativity
And self expression.



Continuing to observe this years owl brood.
Not 100% sure if original 
Or second generation
Taking up breeding residence.

Always magic
All over again


And then I found this.
That wld be me exercising visualization
With Vic.
Vic's target on top.

Not bad for a Jewish girl
First time with that firearm.

Zen and the art of target shooting.


Saturday, March 12, 2016

The viel is lifting. Whoot!

Look hoo's back


And so am I

Only now I return
As a bone fide, ordained minister

I'm now Sista Minista

Lordy, lordy
Who knows where this blog will go now

A sleeper awakens



Thursday, February 5, 2015

My personal neuroscientific challenge

Have decided to perform an experiment on myself.
Having watched a fabulous program onBBC Four in the UK called "The Joy of Mozart", I have decided to listen to all of the Man's work according to the K-listing, from 1-636.




I am definitely one of,those peoples ho feel that Mozart was touched by G-d.  His music touches in a literal, visceral way that I cannot explain.

So let's see what happens when I expose myself to a daily dose of Mozart for the next period of time.

I'll keep notes if I start levitating or the like.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Come fly with me.

I made it home!  No kidding.  I was going to get back no matter what.  Snow?  I would hose the wings myself.
No bad weather.  No cold.  No headache was going to prevent me from getting on board VS005
seat 21k, (love the "k" seating) from LHR to the MIA.

I took full opportunity of my three suitcase advantage and just stuffed, threw or rolled assorted things around all the cases making them individually lighter!!!  Ooh & aah!


Bliss to be picked up on time by Daniel, with whom I immediately proceeded to get into an argument.  Yep, we , no HE missed the I95 exit and we were headed straight downtown Miami.
We were about to encounter hell trying to double back.  Not to mention the HOV lane which was bollarded off all the way until turnpike exit ...

After a couple of low blows hurled my way, to wit "There you go, Lili!" Daniel wld mercilessly, no fair, under the belt assault.  

But I didn't really care because I was on my way home!!!

Cue Pharell's "Happy"

"Pano" shot of view from my chair in Virgin lounge.
Many drinkers.  So wasted on me!  I am Ms Pots an Pots of Tea!
Ok.  It was tea time & head trip time.  Yes, clotted cream & Russell Brand simultaneously.

Wheels down. I is home!  USA!  USA!  
Best fucking place except perhaps gobs of money & Nekker Island!

Ah, the beauty of a Florida is never wasted on me!

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Remembering the liberation of jews, gypsies & gays: 1/27/19945-2015

Found written on the wall of a concentration camp:

I believe in the sun
I believe in love
I believe in G-d
though He may be silent.




I am so into bark ...

Polish Embassy

Another event.  Another embassy.

Last Wednesday, the Polish embassy presented a reading and debate of Michael Fleming's book, "Auschwitz, the Allies and Censorship of the Holocaust".

Falls right in line with "The Imitation Game" and the codes they broke which could have been used to win the war much sooner.  Profoundly disturbing to know that both the British and 
American governments :knew" of the atrocities happening waiting 2 long years and millions of corpses later to take any action.

The event which I have been attending and the whole gamut of events, programs, radio, television, newspapers coverage leading up to the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz are extremeely hard on me but I do it to honor my mother and in rememberance of family lost.  

if Lili can hold up, I can.

The Polish ambassador is a dear and devoted friends of Lili's.  He is seen escorting my mother up the beautiful staircase and sat her next to him.

Thinking of writing a book reviewing embassy buffets!