Mojo Goes to the Dojo

The Dragon Aura of Bruce Lee

I decided to channel my inner Bruce Lee after my karate green-belt daughter began wearing my shoes last summer.  BTW Bruce Lee was also a Dragon.

I announced my resolution to Mojo.  Afraid the women in the family might use their katas to relieve him of his wallet, he determined it was in his best interest to polish up his blocking techniques.  When the three of us showed up for class, Futureshape’s founder Debbie Al Asfoor was so pleased.

“This is fantastic.  You will never regret studying karate.  It helps you in all areas of life,” she said.

Then Sensei Amr let us into the studio.   For months I watched Sensei Amr teach the children.  He was demanding but he also gave them a brilliant smile when they did well.  But I wasn’t a child.

It only took about a half hour of lesson for me to learn karate was harder than it looked.   When I concentrated on my arms, my legs became weak.  If I focused on my kicks, my arms flapped around.  My thumb stood out sideways.  I tried to keep my balance as I moved my weight from foot to foot.  Although we only practiced the basic joden, chuden and age uki hand blocks and the mae geri kick, I was sweating by the session’s half hour break.

What I figured out was despite attending spinning, weight training, circuit training, yoga, and pilates, my body was not integrated.  I worked out body parts.

During weight lifting class I could be caught watching MTV.  In karate my full attention was needed or else someone would come along and swipe my leg out from under me.  My entire core, through my hips and thighs then down to my feet needed to be activated.

My cat kept coming to mind.  Sasha would crouch on the picnic table.  Then she gathered all her energy and sprang four feet into the air to land on the playhouse roof.   When stalking a bird, her hind quarters bunched up, muscles quaking under the tension, before she dashed.

Sasha instinctively practiced karate.  So I became Sasha.

I got into position and held it. Then using all my body’s energy I blocked and kicked.  Sensei Amr’s hand flashed and boom! – my body was as lifeless as a dead cat on Sar Avenue.

It was a lesson.  Time to change how I worked out.

I concentrated.  As I pumped my biceps, I tensed my core and thighs, imaging Sensei Amr trying to knock out my knees.  I curled my stomach muscles when I did crunches.  By engaging my entire body, without running, I sweated during my workouts.  Because I focused my attention, it only took a month for my strength, especially in my back and thighs, to increase.  As Debbie promised karate changed my life.

Don’t get me wrong I have a long way to go before I can levitate like Sasha.  After participating in one of Susan’s classes, I gladly took Sensei Amr’s suggestion to attend the 4:45 white-belt class.   I knew if these guys got too tough with me, I could tell their moms.

My Karate Class - Don't Mess With Them

And Mojo?   He’s gone missing from the Dojo.  Says he “has business”.

Classes are three times a week – Saturday, Monday and Wednesday.  The Bahrain Karate Association Dojo is in the Garden City Compound behind the Awal Dairy on Budaiya Highway.

Healing Music

Musical Rapture

Amal, my beloved Reiki teacher sent me a link to Frederic Delarue’s Musical Rapture – A Gift to Humanity.   Delarue writes this 62 minutes of music “must never be sold.  It is for humanity.”

Music holds a vibration.  Sound vibrations heal our energy fields which is why yoga practices end with OM, a healing vibration.

Frederic Delarue composes healing music.  After a near death experience at 13 years old, he began playing angelic music from his heart.  But like many people who do not fully embrace their gifts, he became sick.  Struck with a paralyzing illness at age 30, he realized he needed to forgive himself.  He embraced the music in his soul and was healed.

His story is not unusual.  Healers across the planet tell similar stories.  The person knows healing is their path but does not heed the soul’s calling.  It is only after sickness or perhaps near death when the healer accepts the responsibility given to them.  Then health is restored.

Musical Rapture has a very high energy.  Delarue suggests playing it for cancer patients.  Amal recommends playing it in the house to clear negativity.  As I listen to it, my heart fills with warmth and I smell gardenias, the scent of energy.

My suggestion is to play it very, very quietly when using the computer to help clear the energy from the internet.

Thank you to Frederic Delarue for listening to his soul, composing this music and making the effort to share it with all the world.

Seeds Like These

Lutheran Church near Stratford Iowa

In Cell and Cloister, in monastery and synagogue:

Some fear hell and others dream of Paradise.

But no man who really knows the secrets of his God

Has planted seeds like this within his heart.

Omar Khayyam, The Way of the Sufi pg 59.

Lavender Oil for Healing the Soul and the Planet

Penlindaba Lavender Farm on the San Juan Islands

Walter Lubeck in his book The Pendulum Healing Handbook wrote about using a crystal pendulum to clear energy blocks from our etheric body.

After the session, Lubeck recommended using natural (!) lavender oil to rub in the main chakras, the hands and the soles of the feet.    The lavender helped to “create an undisturbed  restructuring and healing of the energy system.”

On San Juan Island last summer I purchased the most wonderful organic lavender oil from Penlindaba Lavender.

If you leave Seattle for an Orca whale watching tour you will likely end up at Friday’s Harbor on San Juan Island.  Bring your lunch and snacks for the boat ride over to the island.  On the island take advantage of the 2-3 hour layover to explore the Pelindaba Lavender Farm and the Orca Whale Museum.

Pelindaba Lavender has a lovely shop in town if you can’t make it out to the farm.  I bought several bottles of lavender oil and soaps to give to my friends.  Local artist made special ceramic dishes to hold the square laveder soups.

Penlindaba Lavender - Artist

But if it is a sunny day treat yourself to a visit to the lavender farm.  It is so beautiful you could even hold a wedding there.  Or go to the lavender festival next July 21-22, 2012 and feel the healing energy.

Pelindaba Lavender Farm San Juan

Besides cleansing the aura, lavender can be used for cleansing household grim.  Substitute chemical cleaners for lavender and you have a natural way to clean and deodorize your house.

If Only I Could Be Like Samantha

Samantha and Darren York on Bewitched 1968

Getting “dressed” is not my favorite thing. If only I could be like Samantha the suburban housewife on Bewitched who snapped her fingers to work her magic.

I know I should be more current and wish to be Alex from Wizards of Waverly Place, but UNICEF ambassador, eco-clothes designer, singer Selena Gomez I am not.  And Justin Bieber could learn from Mojo.

Mojo one of the Rabbits in my life.

My Husband Mojo

I am quite certain that unlike Selena Gomez, I study the clock to figure out what is the last possible minute before I must get ready.

While my mind is distracted trying to create a matching ensemble, like unappreciated children, my makeup likes to gang up on me.

Usually my mascara is the rebel. The later I am, the more likely I sneeze as soon as I apply the mascara; or the wand flips onto my new dress; or I get a dot of black on my finger and smear it on my check; or I jab myself in the eye and I must put in a fresh contact lens and wipe off the black tears dripping down my face.

The other day I was in too much of a hurry to bother with the lighted mirror.  I squinted into my makeup bag, pulled out a pencil and finished applying color to my eyebrows.  The pencil glided over my brows so nicely.  As I surveyed the end result, I thought, My – what dark eyebrows you have my dear.

I zoomed in closer.

My eyebrows were Slate Grey.

My eyeliner and eyebrow pencil have joined in the fun and pulled a “Parent Trap” on me.

Note to Self:  Be thankful you still have eyebrows and eyelashes.  Accept your mortal powers and give yourself an extra 15-minutes to get ready.

Repent, Repent The END is Near – or is it?

My Great Grandmother Helga Swanson. About age 15. I called her Morta-Mor, Swedish for grandmother.

My great-grandmother Helga Anderson was an OX born in Ostergotland, Sweden in 1901.  As the world was poised at the threshold of WWI, in the spring of 1914, she and her family immigrated to Stratford, Iowa.

Without knowing a word of English and hoping to finish her education, she began school.  Within a few months she saw her family needed support.  She quit school, left her house and became a domestic for a neighboring farmer.

The blue-eyed, blond haired girl caught the attention of a local bachelor.  He wrote a postcard to my great-grandfather Axel who was working in Philadelphia.  The card said “New arrivals from Sweden.  Come home quick before they are taken.”

As the war ended, 17-year old Helga became Axel Swanson’s wife legalizing her residency in the USA.  A year later my grandmother was born.

And life continued on.

Her one regret was had she stayed in Sweden until she was fourteen she would have completed her confirmation studies in the Lutheran church.  In the end she was confirmed in the Stratford Lutheran Church.  She became a lifelong member.

Stratford Lutheran Church.  Established 1859

Stratford Lutheran Church. Established 1859

A hundred years later, emails about 11/11/11 and 2012 missives warning me we are dangling on the brink of THE END flood my inbox.  I think of my grandmother, the farmer’s wife whose life experiences reflected her time and place, but whose words reveal her profound knowing.

“Regardless of what you may want, the world will change and you will have to adapt to those changes.”  Helga Swanson

Thank you for the wisdom Morta-Mor.

Kind and True Words

Golden Buddha at the Shambhala Mountain Center, Colorado USA

My mother, daughter and I visited the Shambhala Mountain Center in Colorado a couple of summers ago.

It was a quiet day.  Eva Wong’s Feng Shui workshop participants were just beginning to arrive so we had free run of the retreat center.

Since there were three of us we waited until the lone monk finished her prayers in the stupa.  We looked at all the alters then sat down to meditate.  10-year old Susan finished first.

Later I asked her what happened during her prayer.  She told me,

“I asked the golden woman, how is your life.”

“And what did she say?”

“She said Good.  Then she told me she was happy I was here.”

As thousands prayed for their well-being at her feet, I wondered how many acknowledged Spirit and asked, “How are you today?”

When words are both true and kind, they can change our world. Buddha

The Great Stupa of Dharmakaya at Red Feather Lakes Colorado, USA

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