Update...and amazing grace...

Date:   8/2/2005 6:20:50 PM ( 19 y ago)

i have Jennifer, our conference coordinator
waitiing for menu sponsor fine tuning listings
for our printed program, and some final printing
to do at Michael's Mail Boxes.

Last night he kept the store open for me an extra hour
to do the printing. He was tired and so was I,
but he stayed.

This is a man who runs a store, and charges
10 cents extra for postage stamps because he
understands what it takes to make a bottomline,
and here he was cutting and pasting my work
and making sure it was perfect.

There is growing love between us.

Yesterday I wrote about my call to Arshlan,
the father of Medina. He is giving her time off
so she can come to this conference.

He will drive her over tomorrow. to be here at 12 to help with
the loading and creation of the Enchanted Garden Installation.

I went to pick up some laminates yesterday.
The man in charge, Don, said he read about me
in The Light Connection. Then he told me he saw the story
about our conference and my photo in the San Diego Union Tribune.

We took quality time to chat. It was refreshment
in a day of endless things to do.

He told me about a woman in England who came out to
serve tea to two car owners that had crashed in front of her house.

Cars are crashing all over the place.
Let's you and I stop and have a cup of tea.

Can you feel my love for you?
Are you coming to see "Organic Celebration""
the photo exhibit premiering here at the International
Feng Shui Conference Aug 5-7?

It's o.k. if you can't make it.
I understand. I could not make it a lot of places
in society either, but I have to step up now
because there can be an Enchanted Garden everywhere
in this world if I learn my lessons. Eventually I will learn to rest.

Dr. Jensen said, "Rest While you are rested."

%¤#&!§-. He never did.
He also said, "Most people die in bed!"
That was his excuse for working all night and day.

Then of course he would do seminars and get as much love
as he needed. He loved people and their appreciation.
I am a chip off the old block. I admit it.

Yesterday, I was leaving Don's Expedia where I got the laminates.
Then I was driving down the street, listening to spirit about how
to avoid traffic jams.

I decided to turn down this one street. I needed to pick up
red envelopes, part of the Black Sect Feng Shui Tradition.
People give a contribution in a red envelope.

On the way there, I hear this car honking
at me.

Guess who?

IT is Arshlan, the father I spoke to a couple hours before.
He holds up the Feng Shui Program to show me.

He loves his daughter, and so he is happy for her that
she will be seeing something different besides Farmers Market
hard work this weekend.

Yes, it is very hard work.
The last stand for our local farmers.

Then he turns right.
What do you know. I had to turn right also.

He pulls over.
So do I.

He spends a moment, and says he is busy.
I was busy too. We would connect tomorrow.

Then I made it to the herb shop. No red envelopes.
A man from Vietnam comes by. He sees how
disappointed I am.

Then they tell me to go next door to the dress store.

The man is very busy on a computer that speaks
vietnamese.

At first, they are out of envelopes, but then they find a box.

A lovely vietnam lady is the sales check out person.

I asked for a discount.

I looked around the store.
Something caught my eye.

You know me.
It was called Floral Something
in the shape of hearts. It was polyplastic
things that a woman puts over her nipples
so they will not show through a sweater.

I almost bought some to give away at the conference,
but then I was thinking, am i really in favor of a woman
not showing her nipples through her sweater?

Hey, what does this have to do with this story?

Anyway...time to go...

I will share a poem one of these times...
I was there back in 1967 in college,
the year of Vietnam, when women first burned bras.
Glad the Vietnamese are no longer our enemies.

"Nipples free in liberty!" was the last line of that poem.

There i go off again.

You know me.

your eg



 

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