Ms. Gabby Bernstein and I at Ignite San Jose. She is the Spirit Junkie mama and I'm so humbled (and grateful, duh!) to have had a chance to say hi after her awesome lecture :)
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Attending Ignite San Jose with Hay House authors...one speaker in, and I've filled 8 pages in this beautiful notebook given as gift by this conference.
My cup runneth over Taking juicing at work to a whole new level! These Weeblies can now be treated to some tasty fruit and veggie goodness everyday thanks to the freshness-sealing capabilities of a good old fashioned mason jar :)
"We should live in this time now and have every minute of it" Hemingway, A Moveable Feast I saw this quote in the signature of my yoga instructor, Lindsay's, email and I felt compelled to post it here. What a delicious thought--to have every minute of now, as it is truly ours for the taking.
Love and Light, Trish Oh Doodle, you deliciously plump and cuddly winery cat, how I love thee. Thanks for the snuggle last weekend, I needed the reminder of unconditional love that is unaffected by time and space. You know you are worthy of attention and affection and you own it. Purr on, sweet furball. Way too much fun...so great to play like a kid. I highly encourage everyone participating in such silly behavior at least once a month :) It's healthy to laugh and play and be present in the ridiculousness that is being alive. Life's too short to be taken seriously all the time, ya know? Somehow our company trip to House of Air (a trampoline park in SF), where I was excited to just jump around and do flips while attached to a harness, turned into a trampoline dodge-ball outing. This sounded all well and good until I realized I will be going with 13 active young men and thus will ultimately: a) Lose. b) Get injured. c) Look ridiculous d) All of the above. Being the swell friend that she is, Dre hooked me up with a doctor's note excusing me from gym class...I mean dodge ball...today, courtesy of the fact that I had a dentist appointment at her family's practice this morning. Side notes of gratitude: Having insurance and a friend with a kick ass dentist for a dad. Thanks so much, Dr. Garcia! My toogles are lookin great :)
Oy, hopefully we'll at least get some good photos tonight! No promises I will share any where my face is being pummeled by large bouncy balls. In Gratitude, Trish Please take the time to watch this powerful video (and be prepared to cry). KONY 2012 from INVISIBLE CHILDREN on Vimeo. Spread the word.
Sign the pledge. Get the bracelet and the action kit. Let's make 2012 the year we step up for our human family...for our children. No person should live with so much fear, suffering, loss that they would choose death over life. Especially not a child. You know what? The first 5 people to comment on this post gets an action kit from me. Hug your kids a little tighter today. Spread love. Express love. Speak with love. Count your blessings; give thanks. We are all one. In Gratitude, Trish Four years ago there was a fad on Facebook where folks made lists of "25 Random Things" other people may not know about them. I stumbled upon mine today and decided to re-post here with updates (in blue).
1. I like to eat cereal with a really big spoon...like, really unnecessarily big ones. I’m not exactly sure why...maybe because my mom never let us eat ‘sweet cereals’ for breakfast (have you ever tried to get excited about your day over a heaping bowl of bran flakes?) so now that I’m a grown up and can gorge on all the Apple Jack’s I want I like to be excessive about it. This is still very true. I ate cereal at work yesterday using a spoon a half size smaller than a serving one. I have, however, found a few brands that are certainly more healthy than Apple Jacks and absolutely more delicious than bran flakes. Maturity meets compromise, my friends. Trader Joe's--I heart you. 2. I sleep with my childhood blanket still. His name is Blankie and if he were a person I think he’d be a gay man. I gave him up for a few years in high school and then realized one day that it was stupid to think I had to tuck him away just because that’s what I ‘should do’ at my age. I also thought I lost him once in college on a walk home from a sleepover with the girls and went into *hysterics* at the image of him laying on College Ave. near the Meridian being run over by cars. I found him in my pillow case a few minutes later. Blankie still kicks it with me from time to time. Otherwise, he is neatly (and safely!) tucked away. What's the point of getting rid of him now? To prove a point? To whom? I mean really. Ain't no thang. 3. I’m terrified to not be blonde anymore. I wish I had the guts to go back to my natural brown hair color. I'm a brunette!! A natural brunette! The biggest surprise? I love it. 4. I’ve officially promised myself to try and learn to do the following things ‘decently’ before I die; speak Italian, play guitar, knit, practice yoga regularly, learn to surf. If you can help with any of these, I’d be forever indebted :) Good lord, I suck at keeping promises to myself. Yoga is the only part that I've managed to become so-so at and I am learning to surf in May. Otherwise, epic fail. 5. I hate that in hockey they call the end of a Power Play “FULL STRENGTH”...as in “the Flyers are back at Full Strength!” I picture them hobbling around weakly in the rink, and then flexing their muscles when they are finally at ‘full strength’. I especially hate that it comes up under the TV scoreboard like an announcement in a video game when you get enough coins to run faster or something. Yep, still true. Sometimes I refer to my happy state of being as "FULL STRENGTH" and I flex my non-existent guns as I proclaim it. 6. I love my younger sister unconditionally. I’m so proud of who she is as a person, and who she has the potential to become. I’ve been known to get choked up when talking about her, even in casual conversation. I hope someday she sees herself like I see her. She’s beautiful, inside and out. Just when I didn't think it were possible for me to love her more...I do :) 7. I really want to live abroad, preferably someplace warm. I’d love for you to come and visit me. Still in the life plans! (list continued after the jump)... Dear friend,
Thank you for agreeing to hike 8 miles with me this Saturday; for waking up early to greet the day, chowing down on hippie breakfast wraps with names like "Hummus Yummus" and so openly revealing your trials of the past few months. Your authenticity was not only truly appreciated but deeply heard and recognized. "I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you..." I love that you pointed to a succulent on the Pacific Coast hillside during our hike and said "In my next life, I want to come back as that plant...to be here everyday, just taking it all in." It reminded me of the book Succulent Wild Woman by SARK, in which the author details the many ways in which "succulence is power", especially in women. She discusses the beauty in feeding our souls from within, much like how a succulent plant stores its nutrients and is able to nourish itself even during dry times. What a beautiful, symbolic moment to witness. "So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers." If you can, try and remember the story about Jarvis Jay Masters, an inmate on death row at San Quentin State Prison, from his book Finding Freedom: Writings from Death Row. To summarize again, one afternoon while out in the rec yard a fellow inmate picked up a rock to throw at a seagull who had begun paddling around in a puddle left behind from the previous evening's rainstorm. Jarvis reached out immediately to stop the inmate from throwing the rock, which naturally created a hostile stir amongst the group. When asked why he made the move to stop the action he simply said, "Because that bird has my wings." Instant peace and understanding settled on the group. Keeping filling up your love tank with small moments of gratitude, kindness and forgiveness. Feed your soul by surrounding yourself with folks who make you feel good; surround yourself with beauty and authenticity. Keep trusting the process and allowing pieces of your soul to return to you at a pace that feels right for you. Keep adventuring, exploring and occasionally shakin that booty on the dance floor like you did Saturday night (holy gosh lady, you can for REALS dance!!). Lift your face to the sunshine and allow the rain to cleanse, refresh, renew. Rain or shine, every day is a new day. Keep greeting each day by listening to your spirit voice (I'm convinced ours attend the same life church, now that I've seen you dance) and by quieting your ego. When you hear the difference between them, life will never be the same again. When you're ready, you'll fly again my sweet, succulent girl... ...and the West Coast will be excitedly awaiting your return :) In Gratitude, Trish "When you feel happy, Tricia , really happy, it somehow seems that you've always been happy and that you'll always be happy.
The same is often true when you feel sad, or lonely, or depressed, or broke, or sick, or scared. Something, perhaps, to remember." -Notes from The Universe In Gratitude, Trish |
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