I am wondering whether someone would appreciate a message, about the death of his child, on her death anniversary. My gut says yes, my brain says no. And I am foremost keeping this person in my thoughts even if I don’t ever express it, for whatever reasons, even if they are good ones. What would you say to someone who has a birthday and a death date to celebrate at the same time? How do I know if my actions and thoughts are based on my selfish reasons, or more for the recipient of this message? Sometimes it’s just so confusing! And sometimes it is a burden to be a highly sensitive person, which we never talk about in society because we’re not suppose to be sensitive and are suppose to be indestructible, resilient, up beat, successful, confident ALL THE TIME! Give us a break!
A change has come suddenly. Things have been developing, brewing, concocting, on the other side, but sometimes we don’t see it, or it has been kept purposely in private.
Sometimes things happen so slowly so that once it has crossed a recognizable threshold it seems sudden whereas in fact it had been insidious.
Once in a life time you meet someone who’s similar to you and speak about what you are, making you realize things that you didn’t even know about yourself.
Changes may come, good or bad. I don’t like changes. But we still crave the sensory newness of something challenging. Highly sensitive, highly intuitive, shy but extrovert, “adrenaline junkie” but also “creature of habits,” all mixed in one? None of this made sense until this book came along.
Someone has learned about the Highly Sensitive people, and her name is Dr. Elaine Aron. This is a WONDERFUL book: The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive when the World Overwhelms You, that lets the highly sensitive people be ok with themselves, and once that is done, it is extremely liberating and empowering, such as feeling, hey, “It’s OK to feel overwhelmed after a party and needing to come home and sleep for 8-10 hours even though it was exciting to go there in the first place and see new things, meet new people, and taste new food.”
Dear Departed, only you know what’s in my heart towards your loved ones who are still on this planet, and only you know how I feel without pretense.
Dear Departed, only I know that you have watched over me all my life. You are my Guardian Angels. You have been w me everyday.
Dear Departed, there is more of you on the other side now.
Yesterday I saw a corpse. In a way I wish I had not seen him. l In a way I am glad that I did see him. The person had died while I was walking close by. His daughter sobbed and sobbed. The doctors and nurses updated us on the logistics in midst of what felt like a chaotic situation but in fact the logistics did not matter when the heart was crying and wailing.
I held her like how her dad would have wanted to hold her. I would not let her go. Strong embrace, locking embrace, not letting go, I held her.
I held her like how I had been held recently. There is no shame. No embarrassment. No stopping. Strong, gripping, not letting go.
I put my hand on her scalp. And I told her that she was loved by her dad so very much. I am sorry. I am so sorry. Your dad loved you very much. She cried in waves.
The body is only a shell, whereas the soul has departed. What is this life? What is the meaning of this life? It seems futile and I am angry.
Anger: for having being put through the illusion of life, what a joke, to come, to love, and then to be taken away. All this efforts, only to end with nothing.
Is this life really just a dream?
I was woken up all night thinking what is the meaning of life?
People in my age group are running for presidents, taking risks, leading countries, raising children, all trying to be strong and carrying on, in this prime of life – suddenly finding oneself the responsible adult only to have face the questions that have become more irresolvable.
God, I don’t know to do this but who doesn’t learn how to do it sooner or later?
The 12 hour eating, walking, buying, gawking, pampering tour of Palo Alto, California
I LOVE LOVE LOVE PALO ALTO
- Pizza My Heart – the Big Sur Pizza (then go sit in the public fountain and watch young techie and Stanford students for 20 min of people watching)
- T4 – Grab an exotic sweet drink: Elegant Rose Royal Tea, or Avocado Smoothie tea, or even Sea Salt Caramel Mango tea (then go browse furniture in West Elm or Design within Reach the or buy a mini skirt for yourself or your lover at American Apparel)
- WholeFood Market – Get a spa water (water w mint and cucumber), check out the supermarket scene where a 1/4 watermelon costs $25 USD (then take a walk to Steve Jobs’ previous home (2101 Waverly Street, Palo Alto CA, and see the street lines residential area of downtown Palo Alto)
- Lyfe Kitchen – Quinoa Bowl + Ginger Mint Chia, feel the Californian vibe and the start up scene, fresh herb gardens, and Larry Ellison’s hotel, the Epiphany across the street (check out the many start up headquarters in the area: Palantine, Houzz, Survey Monkey, MongoDB, go and make a treasury haunt to find all of them, feel the vibe!)
- Stanford Dish Bowl – take your car to go for a 1 hour hike or run.
- Pluto – The Martian Salad, substitue red onion w edamame, substitute the balsamic dressing w chipotle dressing, add on beets, 1/2 serving of dark turkey meat, add tomato and cucumber – guaranteed to be the best salad of your life.
- Yogurtland – try the mochi topping, or Cream – get a baby ice cream sandwich made w a warm chocolate chip cookie and cold ice cream of your flavor of choice, or Scoop Micro creamery – lavender, bourbon vanilla w Carmel, or Olive Oil. Try something new. This is California, ice cream is a big deal.
- Beam – watch remote presence robot to get one of your own!
- Stanford Theater – watch very old Cary Grant or Alfred Hitchcock movies in an old fashioned organ playing movie theater, cheap thrill.
- The Wine Room – drink some Californian wine w friendly Californians. My favorite Napa wine right now? Magnificat.
- Tacolicious – the carnitas taco is very new-Californian. The whole tour is about Californian new wave San Francisco vibe, can’t you see.
- Happy Feet – take your car to get a very good acupressure massage – look on Yelp for the best therapists. $60/90 minutes, may be the best massage of your life.
- Jin Sho – Finish up w sushi at Steve Job’s favorite restaurant. Ask the Chef to bring you their choice sushis. Get the Tuna-mushroom donburi too.
- Rosewood Hotel – a 15 minute drive, good night, take a dip in the swimming pool at night. You can stay at the Epiphany Hotel (in downtown Palo Alto), at the Four Seasons Hotel (just outside of downtown Palo Alto), but the Rosewood has the best spa and gym.
He drew a bath in a marble tub and he washed my hair. Outside the traffic is faintly audible off Market Street. Earlier I stretched out on my side and watching the lights of San Francisco.
In this place it is so quiet. I turned around to look at him but and he didn’t look at me. He was looking at my hair and his hands, at the task like it’s a very serious thing, something to concentrate on. That’s when I fell in love with his looks like the first time I saw him in the hotel lobby.
At the ski house, the three of them cooked and cooked and 2 hours later, they produced a 10 course meal. When guys are on mission, they are focused on getting it done.
The minute that I think, I like women more than men, I reverse.
The minute that I think I like men more than women, I reverse.
The minute that I think I like adults more then children, I reverse.
The minute my 10 year old music student looks at me in the eye, “Do you trust me!?” I fall in love again. Then I think, “Ah, I love children more than adults.”
Why is there this need to compare? To differentiate?
I am in love. In my life, there are four people named John that I am in love with: 11 years old, 43 years old, 58 years old, and 60 years old. Outside, the green Palo Alto spring tree branches are budding against my window.
Inside, I remember that night when the three of us we laughed into the nights at the Mammoth house.
What is the right thing to wish for?
Pick any bad word.
Berlin was bombed to the flat during the War so there are all kinds of parks and flat lands, abandoned buildings, abandoned air strip landings.
Only bad words, real curse words, can describe the true nature of Berlin.
Even though I don’t live there, and I don’t plan to live there, I think about the city A LOT.
Living in California now, to my huge surprise, I’m having recurrent, amazing flash backs of the month that I lived in Berlin, and I long to go back to the little studio by the train station, cabbing it to bad ass disco clubs in abandoned electricity generating plants at night and dance the night away until 2AM, where no one cares. I saw people entering the club at 2PM on Friday afternoon and did not emerge until 9AM Monday morning…crying, “water…water…” As I closed the taxicab door, someone reached in and asked me, “Do you have Magic?” Maybe he was asking for the real thing, but I think he was asking for drugs.
I saw a woman dancing like no one was watching. I saw some British young guys dancing with steps like no one’s business. I saw so many young Berliners working hard during the day like they are competing against world.
Neighbors come out and eat fork-and-knife at local pizzerias. Teenagers get kebab sandwiches from the ‘Doner’ man by the bahn (train station). Doner man saw me coming to buy a doner everyday because he knew that I didn’t speak German so couldn’t order from other people and he knew that I could only order from him because he spoke a little bit of English. Supermarkets in Berlin are silent for music, just quiet and calm. Old men approve quiet.
We love Gesaffelstein. I miss Berlin. The only way to re-live is to have a house party!
I feel in America we don’t use our public space nearly as adventurously as we could. Maybe, maybe an old fashioned train station in Philadelphia could become the next Gesaffelstein set in Amish Country.
What did you do today that made you happy?
Such a nice forum, so French.