Question:
Are the dreams you were born to fulfill BIgger than any Disease—or Diseased Condition—you might Manifest? I want to encourage you to #PlantYourDream? Enchantment will follow!
GMJ
Monday, October 8, 2018? was a fateful day, and also a day with stress. I went to LA with Adrienne Prince to honor the unveiling of my step-mother’s Stone at her gravesite, and also because I love my niece Eva L Becker and wanted to spend time with my sister’s daughter. Eva took on family responsibilities such as caretaking my dad and stepmother in their final years. She has been instrumental in my own healing in many ways.
The unveiling and visit was stressful.
Monday, to balance out and uplift my spirit I wanted to visit the neighborhood where I was a teen, and where I grieved the loss of my mom when I was 12 years old. She was around 52 when she died of Cancer. “Must I die?” She asked me at her bedside at the now Cedars-Sinai Hospital.
Launching and carrying out #PlantYourDreamBlog Campaigns is like partaking in a healing balm, so I decided to go visit Marc Cantor Canter's Deli On Fairfax Ave, my old hood. It is located across from Fairfax High. I graduated on crutches with first signs of the trauma that would become arthritis showing up.
Being there in Canter’s was nostalgic. I would like to read some poems there when my book #RekindlingOfFaith is reissued shortly, as well as at the nearby location of the Silent Movie Theatre where I first met Charles Chaplin through his films. On Friday nights, the Shabath, soon after my mom died, I would sneak off to that sanctuary. The owners let me in for a nickel.
Just as we were leaving Canter’s my niece called and wanted to talk. I was already overloaded with spending family time.
I needed one more activity to defuse my energy. It jumped out at me, that the The Samuel Lawrence Foundation and other groups were putting on a rally at the Belly Up in Encinitas, California, about 100 miles away. The purpose of the rally was to drum up more support for an online petition to keep us all from nuclear havoc, due to plans by the NRC to morgue 3.6 million barrels of radioactive waste insanity on the shoreline.
My friend Kale Walker, who first alerted me to this Catastrophic Impending Disaster—a local-national Fukushima waiting to happen, was going to be there. I wanted to see one of my best friends and share a hug.
The event was billed to be over by 8:30 pm October 8, and it was already close to 9 pm. When we drove up, there was a Perfect parking spot out front serendipitously waiting for us.
The event was just heating up, and one of the keynotes hadn’t yet spoken, Admiral Len Hering.
When the keynote band started to play after he spoke, the sound levels were so high, my kidneys become to pulsate. I knew it was time to leave and I was already exhausted.
So out we went t our vehicle. Lo and behold, here was a curious sight. A man I never met before was on his knees kissing the hand of a lovely lady. What was this all about, I wanted to know?
I asked. We started to chat. I have no idea why he was so cordial and welcoming—My cup of tea to be greeted like that. Turned out it was Bart Zeigler, president of the foundation shepherding the funds through the IRS for the evening.
He gave me his card.
Soon after I switched into #YourEnchantedGardener #PlantYourDreamBlog mode. I asked Adrienne to retrieve our seed dream planting pot. Other key players were now gathered. Bart introduced them. I had each do #PlantYourDream for a successful outcome to S.O.N.G.S. (San Onofre Nuclear Generating Station). May the Land rest in peace.
We took photos with Skippy Asclepius Adventures who likely orchestrated this fateful meeting that left me in awe.
That was not enough. Bart ran off and came back with Torgen Johnson, who historically played a role in the original shuttering of the egregious failed power plant years before. He, as well, was cordial and I really had no idea why I was receiving such celebrity treatment.
I took some notes. I went home, and despite my exhaustion, spent a few hours blogging on fb about the petition. I got some great clips. I am a professional at what I do.
The following day, I started to monitor the number of petition signers. It was about 75 short of 1000. Bart returned a phone call.
I wanted him to join ##EnchantedGardenClub but I was overdue to leave for acupuncture at Pacific College of Oriental Medicine - San Diego.
So great that destined meetings like this happen when a person is walking their mission. The Universe and Skippy conspire always to turn things out well for Mother Earth, my employer.
Aside:
I am glad I went to LA although it brought up “stuff” to grow from.
My stepmother passed on September 15, 2017. I got the message late at night while on tour to help the #Heirloomexpo.
September 16 was Adrienne’s birthday. The eve of September 16 was a Friday night, Shabari. Eva is in the modern orthodox Tradition. I am not, but honor her path, that was the path of my dad Rabbi Solomon Goldman.
The eve of September 16, through again serendipitous circumstances I discovered a big blue tent that happened to be Circus Vargas set up in near the Petaluma Seed Bank.
I walked right into the tent, and again was graciously welcomed by the marketing head who gave us two tickets. In the midst of Annabel Bachliyski routine, I opened my cell and saw a text from Eva. She wanted to know why I wasn’t to be at the funeral. The funeral was hundreds of miles away.
Reading that text completely mortified me. Here I was on Shabbat—a Friday night—at the Circus Vargas. I was so triggered I just sat there. A woman who was sitting next to me learned over and said, “Can’t you smile? It’s a Circus!”
I was in a state of Cletus interruptus. I turned to Adrienne, showed her the text, and said, “let’s get out of here.”
I couldn’t stay, even through a Seed was planted in me. I wanted to blog about that circus, the epitome of community engagement.
I saw hundreds of kids. I wanted to introduce them to nature through adopting #PetCekebritySquash from the The National Heirloom Exposition, kn tour each year in that area.
That collaboration would have to happen some other day—and it has!
God bless the soul of my stepmother Ida. Memories from childhood were not all kind, but I forgave her in later life, and did my best to show her with my best affection.
God bless Ida, and all of us.
Posted October 10, 2018
10:54 am
San Diego, CA
VeeKay Barquinero
Katya Arata Quiroga
Tom Daly
GARDEN MANAGEMENT JOURNAL**
[ ** GARDEN = A metaphor for Consciousness,
as well as a place where we grow from.
MANAGEMENT = A reference to who we are in relationship to our own Life. We are intended to be the Manager of our Life. JOURNAL= Living Life Slow enough to record and honor our Life Process. Taking time to slow down enough to feel into and write out what is happening to us. As we write, often free flowing and flowing the very next sentence that comes to us, we can turn Breakdowns into Breakthroughs. Writing can be a path to Soul Growth.
—Leslie Goldman
#Your Enchanted Gardener
#PlantYourDreamBlog ]
GARDEN MANAGEMENT JOURNAL**
[ ** GARDEN = A metaphor for Consciousness,
as well as a place where we grow from.
MANAGEMENT = A reference to who we are in relationship to our own Life. We are intended to be the Manager of our Life. JOURNAL= Living Life Slow enough to record and honor our Life Process. Taking time to slow down enough to feel into and write out what is happening to us. As we write, often free flowing and flowing the very next sentence that comes to us, we can turn Breakdowns into Breakthroughs. Writing can be a path to Soul Growth.
-—eslie Goldman
#Your Enchanted Gardener
#PlantYourDreamBlog
Photo:
Torgen johnson,left, me, and Bart Zeigler.