Elevators

A short time after NCG and I jumped and got stuck in the elevator, this sign popped up. Coincidence? I think not.

A short time after NCG and I jumped and got stuck in the elevator, this sign popped up. Coincidence? I think not.

My dad requested I write a blog on elevators…Pops this one’s for you!

When I’m alone in them, I close my eyes and listen to the beeping. I ascend from floor to floor in this man made contraption, always remarking to myself: “This is nuts! This machine is nuts!” My ears pop occasionally and sometimes I count every floor. Sometimes I don’t.

Now the best kinds of elevators are crowded ones(Yeah Incubus!), the ones where you have the most awkward snippets of conversations with the most unlikely of people. My dad lives on the 15 (Well, technically 14th because there’s no 13th) floor of The Imperial House, a structure built in the 1960’s which in the winter, houses residents mostly over the age of 67. The two elevators in this building are my favorites out of any I’ve ridden.

I love the scenes that play out in these elevators. I love them! The other day this old woman started talking to me about how leather was too tight so she had to wear these fine white gloves. Her hand extended out and I told her I thought they were beautiful gloves. She just tilted her head saying, “What? What?” She couldn’t hear me at all.

Even the tense, awkward elevator rides are so uncomfortable that I can’t help but laugh afterwards. The peculiarity of being in an enclosed space with someone who has no desire or intent to talk to me has this strange humorous appeal. I smile every time.

Now my favorite elevator moment was a mix between the two. My soul sister was in town visiting from the dirty south. Her and I adscended through the Imperial House next to an older lady who refused to talk to us. I asked her how she was doing. Not a word. As we arrived at her destination and she began to inch her way towards the steel doors, April or I said something about Florida. The lady came to life as if we’d given her the secret to eternal youth. “DID YOU SAY FLORIDA??? I LOVE FLORIDA!” By this point she was out of the box and facing us. “My niece and my daughter and my three grand children live in Boynton…” Smack. We never heard the rest of this woman’s salute to The Sunshine State. The elevator interrupted her mid sentence and just like that, we were floors past her and on our way.

This is the beauty in elevators: every single time it’s a unique and ridiculous experience. One that can’t be duplicated. The snippets of conversation may last for only thirty seconds, but these strange moments are the ones we sometimes think about forever.

Ah Incubus…always one step ahead.

An Ode to Holistic Health

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One of the biggest tragedies of human civilization is the precedents of chemical
therapy over nutrition. It’s a substitution of artificial therapy over nature,
of poisons over food, in which we are feeding people poisons trying to correct
the reactions of starvation.— Dr. Royal Lee

Instead of turning to over the counter pseudo products and easily prescribed medications, why not first try a natural approach? I recently got hired by an Alternative Medicine Doctor and Licensed Acupuncturist to collaborate on spreading holistic health care knowledge. We aim to reach as many people as we can.The more I study the abundance of health options, the more I realize how simple it is to treat ailments oneself, without the use of synthetic medicine. Listen, I’m not saying if you gash your arm open to use a tourniquet instead of getting stitches, but when it comes to every day, natural living, why not work with our bodies instead of against them?

For the past few days I’ve had an inner ear pain that I can only relate to some kind of infection. Everyone around me keeps telling me to “go to a doctor” and “get a prescription for antibiotics.” This overused suggestion of “antibiotics” makes my stomach churn, and not in a good way. My whole life I’ve been fed them whenever I’ve had the slightest inclination of an illness. This time I wanted to take a stand and try something different.

Here’s a short aside: Just a few weeks ago I had poison Ivy and everyone I knew of course told me to “get antibiotics.” Instead of doing it though, I watched in amazement as my body healed itself. I took oatmeal baths and used cold compresses as an alternative. Sure enough, it vanished from my skin. Yes it took longer, but the results showed that it wasn’t necessary to put a foreign concoction in my body. I was glad I chose time over convenience. My skin is now stronger. I can feel it.

Okay, so back to my ear. This morning I woke up and it was still hurting so I decided to take action. I researched holistic approaches to curing ear infections and found a product called Mullein Garlic Oil. The article I read claims that it is stronger and faster acting than antibiotics. So what did I do? I went to Dean’s Natural Food Market and picked up some of this Mullein Garlic Oil (YOU SHOULD ONLY USE THIS PRODUCT IF YOUR EARDRUM IS NOT PERFORIATED). I also purchased some Probiotics. Why use something that eliminates the good strains when you can build up your own army of beneficial bacteria? Ya know, fight the fair way? Instead of depleting the power from our bodies, let’s strengthen them.

Anyway, here’s the “A ha!” ending of this epic story. My ear killed before the Mullein Oil and within seconds of dropping it in, it felt exponentially better. I’ll have to keep using it of course, but from the second the solution touched my ear, the pressure was released and the intensity of the pain subsided. (It smells kind of rank, but it’s worth it! Trust me!)

So everyone, it’s really up to you what you wanna do with your bodies. The only thing I can do is inform you of your options. I will continue to share my holistic knowledge in an attempt to spread awareness. Stay strong and stay healthy! Most importantly though, survey what you’re putting into your body, drink lots of water, sleep well, reduce stress and remain conscious of your breathing. “Don’t worry. Be happy.”

My Art Bleeds

 

My art bleeds from my being to the page like a free flow of crimson leaving a wound. My words speak for themselves from the subconscious caves of my mind, released for the taking. My soul screams for my creation. No control, no direction. It is what it is, cannot be tamed. My writing is not my own, for I am in a state of dreamy unawareness as my fingers dance along the key board. Art is meditation. Art is life. Art is a pacifist, an acceptor of all things. Art is freedom. We all have it within us. Find yours and it will set you free.

Happy Spring!

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Spring Awakening

Like the revitalization of the surrounding nature, we too are reborn in the springtime. This is a time for change, a time when the sunshine returns, a time to fill our lungs with fresh air and come out of hiding. We are nature. Let us behave like it.

Let us watch the color return to our skin and feel the increase in energy. Let us fill our days with light and laughter; visit the beach at night. Let us take a moment to breathe.

Let us get lost in the woods. Not literally lost, but lost in the smells, the sounds, the patterns, the colors. Let us get lost in this other world, the world where we originated, the world which lends itself to our primal instincts, void of distraction.

Spring is a time to give back. Let’s do what we can and I don’t mean taking a drastic leap. I mean what we can squeeze in between work and leisure. If we all give this much, the world will transform before our eyes. For once we put love out there, it grows.

Humans are not perfect. We never will be. We have many instincts that are not righteous. Another thing we do have though, is self control. If we live our lives with good intentions, listen to our honest voice more than enticement, and are truly thankful for this incredible gift, great things will happen.

Like so many wise souls have said, “we are all one.” Empathy is ingrained in us for a reason. Look around and instead of seeing others as better or less than, look at them as equals. They too have struggles. They too have pain. They too have love and the potential to do the best they can. Please let’s start living together. Let’s celebrate uniqueness while living as one. I know we can do it. I just know we can.

Good Day. Sunshine.

Somethin’ to Say

BREAKING NEWS: NEW JERSEY IS WAGING A WAR ON POT HOLES

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife! The pot holes are taking over and there is little we can do to stop them! I predict by 2015 they will have conquered most of the country. We can kiss our freedom goodbye.

But no joke, I saw this sign on the Parkway the other day. And yes, the potholes often cause aggravated road rage, flat tires and in worst cases accidents, but isn’t it a little dramatic to say we’re waging a war? I personally think the whole thing is a conspiracy theory crafted by the CEO’s of the tire companies to raise sales. Or maybe it’s just our government thinking of creative ways to up the volume of driving tickets. Or perhaps the social workers running the state mandated anger management classes (probably not), but regardless, it’s outta control! Even the recent patch work sinks back into pot hole form in a matter of days. What’s happening people?!! It seems a bit sketchy if ya ask me….

Enough about pot holes, they take up too much thought as it is. Here’s a simple life tip I tried a few days ago and I’d like to share it with everyone. Take a piece of paper and fold it down the middle. On one side write “uplifting” and on the other side write “weighing me down” or whatever version of these words you’d like to use (be creative). On the “uplifting side” write all the good things you can think about. Here’s mine:

Uplifting

Every member of my family with an emphasis on Riley Angie (No offense everyone else)

My friends. No matter how far away, I have no idea how I got so lucky

Lionel Haberstein…You know who you are

My jobs. I love being busy and am thankful that when I need it, money comes.

Animals. God, I love em’!

Nature. It’s never enough I always crave more…

Love. It surrounds me every day in every way

Strangers. Our awkward conversations mean more than you’ll ever know

Art. Write every day. Read every day.

Memories. Thought transcends time

Now I’m sure you guys know what’s next….

Weighing me down

My disorganization and ability to lose things

Sometimes I think so much I become detached from life

My naivety and innate impulse to trust anyone

Pollution

Litter

The power I give others to make me feel insecure

The simultaneous surplus of food and hunger on this planet

Shallowness/Judgment

Impatience

Toxicity (In people, food and air)

The lists go on….Having this visual not only encourages me to pick up trash on the littered side walk, it also makes me more aware of the beauty which exists in every moment of my life. My goal is to one by one, cross off as many negatives as possible and to never stop adding to the positives. If every day is a commitment to self improvement, anything is possible. No one is perfect, but we do all have a shot at doing the best we can and isn’t that what it’s all about anyway?

Another life tip if you’re willing to be bold: I’ve been turning my phone off for periods of 5+ hours every day. Then I turn it back on for 10 minutes, contact my peeps and turn it back off. It’s as liberating as running through an open field in your undies.

MAKE YOURSELF

Nature: The All Powerful

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“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
― Albert Einstein

DISCLAIMER: It goes without saying that everything I write is subject to my perception. You are your own person. Think what you want. Believe what you want. I do not wish to offend, only to offer my words. Use them how you’d like. Or don’t.

I was sitting next to my dad listening to the calming rhythm of the waves when he said: “Linds, why do humans think we’re at the top of the food chain? We’re not.”

We do not own the earth. The earth owns us. We expand beaches only to watch them recede, build infrastructure that cannot withstand the force of a tornado, pollute the air without realizing we are polluting our bodies and mold food that’s supposed to nourish into an edible poison. The repercussions of these actions can be felt on a daily basis and are contributing to the fall of human longevity and this phase of the planet.

These factors and more take away from our perception of life. They compromise our health and happiness, our ability to breathe. It is deemed that we are “destroying the planet,” but ultimately we are just depriving ourselves of a pure life experience. The earth will be okay regardless of what we put it through. There will be an ice age or a big bang or some other cataclysmic happening which will breed new life and another chance. Mother Nature will revel in her regeneration and laugh at the power we thought we had. The sun, the tide, the wind, the pull, they or some other version of them will all be here. We won’t.

So readers, what are these words about anyway? Am I just writing to wallow in our predisposed self destruction?  Not at all. I’m just asking you to pick up the trash you see, find a way to recycle, don’t throw cigarette butts out the window, carpool if you can and just try your best to give yourself and others a more natural time on this planet. Let’s live with the earth. Let’s rejoice with the rising sun and breathe in the mountain air. It’s all we have.

The Beatles, Mother Nature’s Son