Solstice Sound Bath


Celebrating Solstice

This past week I had the privilege of attending a Sound Bath. I have never been to one, let alone heard of one and what a surprise it was to my being, and the 100+ other like-minds that attended.  Filled to capacity, the air of the Art Center was suddenly permeated  with powerful vibrations from gongs and crystal singing bowls sending healing and calmness from without and within in waves of sound. Lying on mats on the floor, we closed our eyes and let the sounds encircle us, sometimes softly, sometimes loudly, sometimes creating sensations of tingling and chills.  You could feel the vibrations resonating through your body almost like an out of this world experience.  Some describe the Sound Bath as if you were traveling through outer space and into an altered state of consciousness, a feeling of pure bliss and deep inner peace.
Rituals such as this, can give us the experience of connecting to the Universe and tapping into its energy to create the calm we so desperately need in this stressful world. It was a time of tuning into the vibrations of the universe, to calm our being inside and out, and to release that which no longer serves us as we are ushered into the new summer season.  What a wonderful way to start the summer season.
I left the event feeling connected to the Universe, centered and refreshed, not to mention fully present.  But Mother Nature wasn’t finished with me yet.  She treated me to a fabulous Supermoon Rise on the drive way home.  What a perfect way to end the evening of Summer Solstice!


Supermoon – June 23, 2013

In memory of Mom
June 23, 1927 – April 24, 2013

Photo of the Supermoon credit: woodleywonderworks’ photostream

Only in Still Waters


“Zen masters say you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.”

Taken from a Taoist proverb, Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love writes this beautiful saying in her search for enlightenment and seeking oneness with the Universe.
When we reflect, think and plan without quieting one’s self we really cannot see our reflection, or our true selves.  So often our busy monkey minds take over and we speed through our days without even taking a moment to see our reflection, where we are, who we are, where we are going.

The waters of our mind are always churning.

Only when we become still, does our vision become like a mirror.

After seeing the movie, I decided I wanted to read the book to get a better understanding of her unaltered-by-Hollywood concepts of her experience. I like her concept of short, bite-size chapters and her in depth views of how she seeks to become a better human being through meditation and following her dreams.

Weekly Photo Challenge: The sign says . . . "Really Bad Advise . . . "

The sign says . . . “Really Bad Advise . . . Only $1.00”


Where else but Venice Beach would you find a character like this?  OK, well, maybe New York City.
I couldn’t resist taking this photo and truthfully, this is the one I was searching for the Weekly Challenge that I just posted.
A group of us new-to-California-curious-folks decided to check out Venice Beach one Sunday afternoon.  What a great day of people watching, enjoying the sun and surf, listening to the drumming, watching the graffiti artists and eating all the delightful but absolutely not-good-for-you “boardwalk” food.
Then along came this guy holding his card board sign.  And of course, he wouldn’t let me take a picture without paying him $1.00 for some really bad advise.

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says


“A smile is a little curve that straightens everything out.”

We discovered this little ditty while walking back to our car from the doggy beach.  I just love to see how people have their outdoor areas decorated with unique and interesting eclectic treasures they have accumulated over the years.

Our visit to the ocean today was long over due and what a beautiful day to enjoy the crashing waves (at high tide), the wild life and the energy of doggy beach.

And that’s my interpretation of the theme: The Sign Says!!

Here’s a few more photos from this house.  I must say that I would like to meet the people that live here.


Tribute to Mom

I haven’t been here at My Awakening Life for awhile.  The reason being is that my Mother passed away the end of April and I was dealing with traveling to visit with her earlier in the month, dealing with the emotions of letting go and trying to remain Awakened.
Some thoughts of the events over the last few months that I have learned from . . .
Never take anything for granted.  You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
Life has a way of giving you situations that you can experience and learn valuable lessons.


My Mother was 91 when she passed from this world onto her next journey. She lived a full and rich life and although we didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, I always respected her and loved her because she was the person who gave me life.
In early March of this year, I felt compelled to write her a letter thanking her for giving me life and raising me in the best way she knew how.  It’s difficult to raise a child given the fact that we don’t come with an owner’s manual.  So, we do the best we can at the time even though we make mistakes along the way. I thanked her for teaching me right from wrong and for things like an appreciation of gardening, nature and sunsets, teaching me how to cook,  and guiding me to follow a path as an entrepreneur.  I also thanked her and Dad for always providing more than adequately for our family.  In her frail state of consciousness, she held my hand and thanked me for the letter. It was a moment of peace for both of us.
We gathered at the grave site, where my Father was waiting for her, and said our good byes in the pouring rain.  It was an important moment for our family as we sat there, suspended in grief, holding on to the memories of cherished moments of her life.
Our journey then took us back for a visit to our homestead a few miles away from the cemetery.  I hadn’t been able to visit there since my Father passed away and Mom sold the house 11 years ago.  Somehow, it seemed like the right thing to do and it really wasn’t the grieving experience as I had expected.  It felt like it was the closure that I needed.
Rest in Peace, Mom and Dad.  I miss you!
34 Morris
This is the Homestead where I grew up.  My parents built this house and paid for it as they built it.  They never had a mortgage.  It sat on 13 acres of land given to my Father by my Grandfather for the cost of $500.00.  It was a place where family gathered during the holidays, cousins came to visit from the big city during the summer, where we grew our own vegetables, played with many dogs and farm animals and a place I called home.