Monday, March 31, 2008

Special Friends.....

OK...perhaps they look like the new "Bonnie and Clyde" in this shot...but I think that's why I liked it so much. Heather and Nic, our dearest friends. When we first met Heather..my husband and I were just so amazed by her....she really is a Fairy...and now I know that Fairies DO exsist! Nic...well for all of you that loved "CHIPS"..he is Ponch to the Max! They are both just too damn cute! I swear when we hang out with each other...the time just flies by. I mean..we get together to have dinner and we always close the place down! We have so much to talk about....and laugh about....
we just can't fit it all in in one visit. Can it really be true that I am old enough to be their mother? Yes, it is true, but none of us believe it...were just the best of friends and we relate so well on every level...Heather and Nic are the most perfect couple..whatever that means...you know the saying..but what they are really... is they are Soul Mates and they are simply two of the dearest friends that anyone could ever ask for in their lives. My husband and I feel Inspired, Enlightened, Renewed and we feel lighter as beings after having spent time with them. We are Blessed...as they bless us each time we see them.
I wish so much that everyone could have a set of friends such as they are to us.
We LOVE you guys!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Just in case you wondered why these "Tibetan monks" were so violent in Lhasa....

I received this just this morning....

London, March 20 - Britain's GCHQ, the government communications agency that electronically monitors half the world from space, has confirmed the claim by the Dalai Lama that agents of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, the PLA, posing as monks, triggered the riots that have left hundreds of Tibetans dead or injured.
GCHQ analysts believe the decision was deliberately calculated by the Beijing leadership to provide an excuse to stamp out the simmering unrest in the region, which is already attracting unwelcome world attention in the run-up to the Olympic Games this summer.
For weeks there has been growing resentment in Lhasa, Tibet's capital, against minor actions taken by the Chinese authorities.
Increasingly, monks have led acts of civil disobedience, demanding the right to perform traditional incense burning rituals. With their demands go cries for the return of the Dalai Lama, the 14th to hold the high spiritual office.
Committed to teaching the tenets of his moral authority---peace and compassion---the Dalai Lama was 14 when the PLA invaded Tibet in 1950 and he was forced to flee to India from where he has run a relentless campaign against the harshness of Chinese rule.
But critics have objected to his attraction to film stars. Newspaper magnate Rupert Murdoch has called him: "A very political monk in Gucci shoes."
Discovering that his supporters inside Tibet and China would become even more active in the months approaching the Olympic Games this summer, British intelligence officers in Beijing learned the ruling regime would seek an excuse to move and crush the present unrest.
That fear was publicly expressed by the Dalai Lama. GCHQ's satellites, geo-positioned in space, were tasked to closely monitor the situation.
The doughnut-shaped complex, near Cheltenham racecourse, is set in the pleasant Cotswolds in the west of England. Seven thousand employees include the best electronic experts and analysts in the world. Between them they speak more than 150 languages. At their disposal are 10,000 computers, many of which have been specially built for their work.
The images they downloaded from the satellites provided confirmation the Chinese used agent provocateurs to start riots, which gave the PLA the excuse to move on Lhasa to kill and wound over the past week.
What the Beijing regime had not expected was how the riots would spread, not only across Tibet, but also to Sichuan, Quighai and Gansu provinces, turning a large area of western China into a battle zone.
The Dalai Lama has called it "cultural genocide" and has offered to resign as head of the protests against Chinese rule in order to bring peace. The current unrest began on March 10, marking the anniversary of the 1959 Uprising against Chinese rule.
However, his followers are not listening to his "message of compassion." Many of them are young, unemployed and dispossessed and reject his philosophy of non-violence, believing the only hope for change is the radical action they are now carrying out.
For Beijing, the urgent need to find a solution to the uprising is one of growing embarrassment. In two weeks time, the national celebrations for the Olympic Games start with the traditional torch relay. The torch bearers are scheduled to pass through Tibet. But the torch could find itself being carried by runners past burning buildings and temples.
A sign of this urgency is that the Chinese prime minister has now said he is prepared to hold talks with the Dalai Lama. Just before this announcement,Britain's Prime Minister Gordon Brown declared he would meet the Dalai Lama, who is to visit London next month. This is the first time either leader has proposed to meet the Dalai Lama.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

a place to rest our heads...

On my way out of India..my driver was stuck in the most horrendous traffic in Bangalore...
but I was content, sitting in the back of the car..knowing we had plenty of time to kill before my flight would bring me back home.
I wanted to savor every last moment, every last scent, and every single sight as I knew I would not be back soon...
So, I watched and I took it all in...all of it..everything that I love about India..the chaos, and the calm..depending on where you are at any single moment in time.
We were stopped at a traffic light, that seemed to linger red forever and ever....and I glanced out the left window and saw men gathered chatting, children playing, dogs jumping and barking...and this woman dressed in the most beautiful Purple Sari, sleeping on a cement wall..deep in her slumber amid the chaos and trash below her and luckily the light stayed red just long enough for me to snap this photo..a moment in time, that tells so much..and that I will forever remember.
May be Thankful for the place that we lie our heads at night...

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

A Blessing

May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work
You do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those
Who work with you and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams,
Possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.

by the late Irish poet, John O'Donohue

These days in Dharamsala....A Beautiful Piece

Below is a letter that I received this afternoon...
I remember being in Dharamsala, and walking down the market streets of McLoed Ganj...it wasn't like it is these days there..I am saddened by all that is taking place. I hope there will be a solution one day soon...and my heart goes out to those who are suffering.
Om Mani Padme Hum

These days, Dharamsala feels alternately like a temple and the seat of revolution. At times it feels like both. Every morning, thousands of Tibetans, young and old, those born in Tibet and those born in exile, march down the hill from the market of McLoed Ganj, shouting in English for justice and human rights, for the help of the UN, for the long life of the Dalai Lama. Today, their shouts are mingled with the moan of long horns blasting out from a nearby monastery. They have been marching every day since March 10Th and they never seem to tire. Each evening around dusk, thousands more walk through McLeod all carrying candles and chanting the bodhisattva prayer-- May I become enlightened to end the suffering of all sentient beings--in Tibetan over and over again. This prayer has become the anthem of Dharamsala. You hear it muttered from old women, belted out by toddlers, and chanted by monks through loud speakers: May I become enlightened to end the suffering of all sentient beings. The evening marchers end up at the Tsuglakhang; the temple located right in front of the Dalai Lama's private residence, to assemble in what is essentially the Dalai Lama's front yard. They shout freedom slogans and Bod Gyalo!!! (Victory to Tibet) at the top of their lungs for twenty minutes, while young boisterous monks with Free Tibet scrawled across their foreheads in red paint, wave giant Tibetan flags to rally the crowd. The red, yellow and blue of Tibetan flags are everywhere, and a feeling that must accompany all revolutions of past times--a feeling of passion, resolve, and the sting of injustice--stirs the air. And then, suddenly, all you can hear is the sound of a baby crying as the crowd sit and perform silent prayers for their countrymen. The evening ends with everyone singing a song that was composed after the 1959 uprising in Lhasa against the Chinese occupation. It's stirring and evocative, and even if you don't speak the language, its hard not to feel moved. One evening at the temple, the monks of Kirti monastery in Amdo, Tibet, the site of huge demonstrations in recent days, brought a CD of photos of the bodies of Tibetans who eyewitnesses say had been shot by Chinese police. The photos were displayed on a large plasma television on the steps in front of the temple. A more placid group of seven robed monks sat in front of the screen and prayed. With hands folded at their chests, the images of bloodied and mangled bodies filled with bullet holes flashing before their eyes, many now wet with tears, 5,000 people joined in. One young monk told me later that he saw the dead body of his cousin on the screen. He hadn't known that he'd been killed. Now these photos and other images coming out of Tibet have been put up on flyer's on the outside of the temple wall, directly opposite a tent filled with hunger strikers. On their way back home, people pass candles over the photos of the disfigured and bloody bodies and speak in hushed voices. Opposite, the hunger strikers continue to chant prayers and mantras all day and all through the night. Tibetans seem to be able to hold, without contradiction, many different ways of expressing their grief, and their concern for and solidarity with the people in Tibet; to wave banners and shout until their throats are sore, and to sit and pray with heartfelt devotion to the Buddhas that, one day, may they become like them for the sake of all. Yesterday, I heard about a different kind of demonstration organized by the monks of the Buddhist Dialectic School. No face paint, no red bandanna's, no hand-made placards reading Shame on China. They shaved their heads clean, put on the outer yellow robe normally only worn for religious teachings, and walked slowly, heads down, single file through the town, chanting the refuge prayer in Pali. Buddham sharanam ghachamay/dhammam sharanam gacchami/sangham sharanan gachhani/ahimsa ahimsa. A reporter asked the monks why they were wearing the yellow robe. The monk replied, "We are monks but we are also human beings. We are not immune to anger. Wearing the yellow robe reminds us to subdue our negative emotions." At an intersection, the monks met up with a few thousand demonstrators led by angry young men with Tibetan flags draped around their shoulders, shouting anti-Chinese slogans and punching their fists into the air. The monks kept walking and chanting. At the point where the two groups met, the demonstrators fell silent and stood aside to let the monks pass, forming two lines on either side of the street. They brought their palms together at their hearts and bowed their heads. Many began to cry. The monks kept walking and chanting. Buddham sharanam ghachamay. After the monks had passed, the demonstrators picked up their flags and placards and fell in behind them chanting another slogan; May I become enlightened to end the suffering of all sentient beings.

Monday, March 24, 2008

the only way is up....

Sometimes in Life, you have to do things that scare you..Challenge you...and make you really dig deeper into who you are and what you THINK is impossible for you to do...can suddenly become Possible.
I am participating in a "Heal Your Self-Heal Your Earth" Day here in town at the end of next month and have been asked by the presenter to give a Demo of my work. I am pretty nervous about this for some reason...I guess I just feel that the work that I do is such a quiet, special time between the client and myself...where miraculous "things" happen..that to stand up in front of a crowd of people and demonstrate it is somehow not what I really ever wanted to do...
Why do I feel like if I say "No" to this...I am somehow being a cop out??
I have been in front of millions of people on Television..more than once...I have been on the stage and performed before in front of hundreds of people...and I used to "perform" everyday when I taught Aerobics classes. Why is this any different? It is different...in a very special way.
I know that you must face your fears...but its not really that I fear anything, its just that this work takes you to such a sacred place...and I so treasure that time with my client and the universal energies...
I just may have to say No to this one...

Friday, March 21, 2008

Doing Time...

I was so touched this afternoon when I received an email from my former Yoga teacher and friend, Christy Brown...
she has been busy with teaching as always, but she went into San Quentin Prison recently to teach a yoga class to the inmates, and her story went deep into my soul....
you see I have a connection with that place...a connection of sorts you might say. I did live right down the street from San Quentin Prison when I lived in Marin at one point, but that isn't the connection that I speak of.
My birth father spent many years there, as an inmate.
I was adopted when I was 6 months old you see...
my birth parents tried to rob and bank and they used me as a shield so that the Police wouldn't shoot them...
by the grace of God, I was fine...and went on to live a very Blessed life in my adopted home overlooking the Pacific Ocean in a beautiful home where I was very loved...
but my birth parents, whom I have never met, both went to prison. My birth father went for Life...
I have always wanted to know more, but have come to the realization...that it doesn't really matter.
Mainly I wanted to know Who I resembled most...him or her...I know that I get my athletic ability and drive from my birth father..as he was a Boxer at one time..
I have been told that I will see what my mother looks like every time I look into the mirror, as I am like her twin. But I will never meet them, at least not in this lifetime...
and I am actually really OK with that.
Because I have had the Best life and it has been filled with more love that I could have ever imagined...
and to me, that is Enough!
Here is Christy's story of her time in San Quentin and how it touched her..
I hope it will touch you in some small way...it did me, but in a very big way!
The Insight Prison Project at San Quentin high-security men's prison in Marin county is inspired by and named after Vipassana meditation, a technique that was taught by the Buddha when he lived and which still survives very close to its original form, having been passed down from teacher to student for over 2000 years. In Pali, an ancient language spoken in India at the time of Gautama Buddha, vipassana means insight. Vipassana meditation has transformed the Indian prison system, as is documented in the film Doing Time, Doing Vipassana. India's most notorious prisons have Vipassana centers inside the walls, and both inmates and guards sign up on waiting lists to take these 10-day silent courses which involve 10 to 11 hours of sitting meditation each day. Learning to hold the mind still for prolonged periods of time tends to generate sometimes profound insight and personal transformation, and has thus had a dramatic impact on rehabilitation of prison inmates in India.I first saw a documentary similar to Doing Time, Doing Vipassana back in 2001 while attending a 10-day Vipassana course in Igatpuri, India. I recall from the documentary that an Indian woman, who at the time oversaw India's prison system, was responsible-together with S.N. Goinka, the guru of Vipassana meditation-for this embracing of Vipassana in the rehabilitation of inmates. It was the combination of this practice, which holds potential for profound personal transformation and awakening, together with dedicated leadership, that led to success.The Insight Prison Project (IPP) at San Quentin is an umbrella program dedicated to genuine and sustained rehabilitation of inmates and is based on principles and practices of Vipassana meditation. Founded by Jacques Verduin and privately funded, IPP helps inmates to trace back, understand and confront emotional patterns and reactions that led to crime. According to an article about IPP in Ode Magazine (October, 2007), as many as 300 inmates, including "lifers" and men doing time for murder, attend IPP's programs each week. Programs include group and individual psychotherapy, conflict resolution and mediation, victim/offender education, violence prevention, parole planning, addiction recovery and yoga. Yoga, as part of IPP, plays a critical role in the self-transformation often required for true rehabilitation of participating inmates. James Fox has been teaching the yoga, as well as leading group sessions, for over five years. When I met James about five years ago and first learned about IPP, I was immediately intrigued and felt a strong desire to teach yoga to inmates myself. I told James of my interest. He suggested I try teaching at a juvenile hall or women's prison instead. About six months ago, I contacted James for a second time about teaching yoga at San Quentin, this time with a few more years of teaching under my belt. I told him of my desire to serve, and he responded that for those on a spiritual path, it's natural to arrive at a desire to serve. He agreed to meet with me for an initial conversation. James ended up taking me under his wing. Through a series of in-person and over-the-phone conversations, and, as he told me, operating on his intuition about whether we would continue, he began to prepare me to teach yoga to inmates at San Quentin. I knew it was possible that he might decide I wasn't the right fit, especially since very few women had ever taught yoga to inmates at San Quentin. Through James, I came to appreciate more intimately the cycle wherein inmates, born into life circumstances beyond their control, and trapped in a moment or a lifetime of inner darkness or darkness of the collective environment, now find themselves trapped in San Quentin, potentially for a lifetime. Or, as is so often the case and largely because the prison system includes virtually no state-funded rehabilitation programs, the problematic cycle of recidivism continues un-checked, wherein inmates, once freed, soon find themselves locked up again for having returned to criminal activity.James told me about a group session where he helped a guy to trace back through his life and search for the original emotion in a series of emotional reactions that eventually led to an act of crime. After a point, the guy sat there, wordless, and finally said, "Man, I've been so cut off from my emotions for so long that I don't even know what I felt." This is just one example of the sort of challenge facing IPP in the rehabilitation of criminals. The kind of inner shift that is required to soften a hardened shell to be able to feel where feeling has been lost is some of the most difficult and extreme inner work that a human being can undertake. To be successful in it, to whatever degree, requires nothing less than profound self-transformation and awakening. James arranged for my clearance into San Quentin and had me accompany him to a yoga class he teaches each week to about 20 inmates. Going into San Quentin, I didn't so much find darkness as much as intensified reality. It was as if being inside of San Quentin and feeling the weight of all that the place represents, stripped away everything but what actually was in every transitory moment. I didn't fully realize the intensity of being inside San Quentin until I later left the prison and was surprised to find that it took me several hours to readjust.That first time going into San Quentin, I was prepared for the worst. I had spoken with a handful of people beforehand and had taken in the various responses I received, which varied from admiration to alarm. Interestingly, in those cases of alarm, like, "Why are you doing that?" or, "It's too dangerous for a woman!", I found that the reference point of understanding often came from movies. It is true that going into San Quentin is not risk-free. This became most obvious to me when James ran down the list of colors that I could and couldn't wear-in the event that a gun needs to be fired, it needs to be immediately apparent to guards who is an inmate and who is not. I was prepared for the worst and was surprised to find the experience to be not only mellow, but even enjoyable. Everyone I met was pleasant, including guards and inmates, though I know it's not always so smooth and that I was accompanying the long-established yoga teacher himself. After passing through two separate security checks, which took about an hour, we walked through an open courtyard where inmates are allowed to roam about freely. There was lots of physical activity happening, guys playing basketball, guys lifting weights, and guys milling around, and, unexpectedly, a sweat lodge dominated a corner of the yard. There were some curious glances our way, but not the aggressive cat-calls I'd been warned of by some. Once we were inside the IPP office area which consisted of two closet-size, windowless rooms on either side of a hallway, I met a couple people who work with or in conjunction with IPP to help inmates in a variety of ways. I was struck by the down-to-earth dedication and devotion to the cause that I sensed. Finally, two hours after I'd met James to go through the initial checkpoint, we went into the classroom. It was a long room, on the ground floor, with a couple windows looking onto the courtyard we'd walked through. Desk tables and chairs were stacked in a corner. As the guys began to wander in from the courtyard, a few guys who'd signed up for the newly created second class, which was scheduled to begin later that same week, also came by. They were double-checking to be sure that their class wasn't that day, that they weren't missing their yoga class.The guys in the class, many of whom were Hispanic, and dressed in some combination of light gray sweats or blue pants with a white, gray or blue shirt, said hello to James, gave him their ID cards, and some of them I met briefly. They were all respectful towards me and, if anything, a little shy. They each got a mat, sprayed and cleaned it, and patiently sat down or laid down on their mats to wait for the class to begin. They had clearly been through this routine before. James had me put my mat down next to him, with the mats arranged in two long rows facing each other. Before he began the class, he introduced me as a visiting yoga teacher and explained that there would be time after class if they had questions for me. As the class proceeded, I began to experience first-hand what James had told me of his emphasis on incorporating mindfulness, self-awareness and softening into the practice, and how important this is in helping the guys in the class to learn impulse control. I also became more acutely aware of how privileged these guys are to have this opportunity; yoga and mindfulness practices don't tend to be readily available in the communities that most of these guys come from.The guys were focused and attentive and understood when James called out certain poses by their Sanskrit names. There was an innocence in the way they practiced, a genuine beginner's mind. It was a straightforward and meditative practice, with breath and movement in sync, and it went by quickly. James had them partner up for handstand, which he later explained to me is good for developing the ability to shift perspective. The sivasana and meditation at the end were very still and peaceful. As James had told me, these yoga classes are likely the only sustained interludes of peace that these guys experience being incarcerated at San Quentin. No wonder they appreciate it so much.The hour and 45 minute class ended, the guys put away their mats and put the desk tables and chairs back in place, and we stood around, waiting for clearance to leave, which didn't come. Indeed, there was a lock down. At this particular time in the day, every inmate has to be accounted for, and until that happens, nobody goes anywhere. So here we all were together, for another 45 minutes or so, until the lock down ended. It turned out to have been a clerical error, but it gave me the opportunity to talk to most of the guys, some of whom I spoke with in Spanish. I asked some of them what they liked most about the yoga. Most all of them expressed, in some form or other, that they most appreciated the yoga's calming effect. And, they had various questions for me: How long had I been doing yoga? How did I learn to teach yoga? Had I been to India? Where do I teach? When the lock down cleared and the guys walked up to the door to leave, each one of them shook my hand, looked me in the eyes, and thanked me for being there. Each eye gaze was a profound moment for me.Some weeks later, James suggested I accompany him back to San Quentin to guest teach the same class, where, apparently, the guys knew me as "Christina" (my name in Spanish). He asked me to prepare a theme and a sequence. After meditating on my theme, I came up with the idea of breaking down his theme of impulse control into my own three-part theme: (1) cultivating inner calm, (2) self-observation, and (3) shifting perspective.It's a little hard to put into words the experience of leading a yoga class at San Quentin. Having had some familiarity with the group, I fortunately felt comfortable and at ease. In some ways it felt very normal, just like teaching a class anywhere, only there weren't the extras like music, lighting and candles, and they wore prison clothes, some of them socks. It was stark, which had the effect of stripping the practice down to its purest form. I began (and ended) the class with a brief meditation and gradually led the class into a series of basic standing poses and sun salutations, a few seated poses, including core-strengthening and twisting poses, gentle back-bending, a partial inversion, and a yin-style pigeon. I emphasized breath, using and moving from core, observing physical sensations, and abiding in a quiet, gentle inner space. I found the group to be cohesive, focused, diligent and endearing. I felt present and a calm joy. Offering what I had to give in that context was deeply rewarding and somehow softened me, though my intention was to help them to soften. There wasn't a lock down this time around, so the room cleared more quickly, though I did talk to some of the guys afterwards. I went in expecting to give and ended up receiving so much. I felt grateful, honored and privileged to have spent time in San Quentin, and deeply touched by these men who live in such stark and endless circumstances, with extremely difficult lives left behind or awaiting their return, who come to this room every week to do yoga with James, and who respectfully allowed me to lead them in a practice. They may not be privy to the mainstream world of yoga, but at some deep level, they really get the practice and appreciate it for the real benefits, beyond the physical, that yoga promises: a quiet and calm mind; heightened and expanded awareness; uncovering and recognizing our inherent goodness; and, among other numerous benefits of the practice, developing the ability to observe oneself and one's reactions and to potentially break long-held mental-emotional patterns that create stress and discontent in our lives. It can be easy to miss these jewels at the heart of the practice out there in the mainstream world of yoga, yet it is here that the potential for real change in ourselves, our society and our world lies. The population at large needs practices like this as much as inmates at San Quentin. Rehabilitating inmates at San Quentin, as essential as it is, is still treating the symptoms of society's failings. Now, to treat the root causes of society's failings means that the collective consciousness needs to shift, and that depends on each member of the human species.As I left San Quentin, a sadness came over me which still lingers and calls me back. I was leaving behind a moment of service, which no doubt felt rewarding and fulfilling. I was leaving behind this group to whom I'd opened my heart and who had received what I offered. I was leaving this place where reality is stripped to the bare bones, where superfluousness has no place. I was leaving behind a sliver of the world from which we are sheltered in the mainstream. Sitting in my car, waiting to meet a friend for dinner, I looked around me and, in that moment, it all seemed a little superficial and blind to the sobering reality of San Quentin, though it dominates the Marin county landscape. I felt torn away from the real world and dropped into a reality that felt a little flat in comparison and in denial. And, at the same time, I felt more deeply connected than ever to the beauty and grace that is always in abundance in and around us. I know I'm not alone in feeling isolated from the real world and to sometimes feeling powerless to make change in it. The infrastructures, government, media, and all the deeply embedded systems don't make access easy for us. But, as the Nobel Prize-winning author from Nigeria, Wole Soyinka, writes in You Must Set Forth at Dawn, "Futility stared one in the face, but inaction was far more intolerable." And, as the ancient teachings tell us, one of the most valuable gifts we can each make to the collective is our own self-evolution.

If there is light in the soul,There will be beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person,There will be harmony in the home.
If there is harmony in the home,There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,There will be peace in the world.
-Chinese Proverb

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Poochie and his Coconut!

Dedicated to our beloved Poochie~

Dear Tracy, We cut short a wonderful holidays of ours (to shimla, close to Kashmir) and returned home. The reason being, our beloved dog Poochie died. It would take sometime for us to get over this loss. Just thought i shall keep you informed about this. will keep you posted of the progress. take care and god bless. say hi to Ray - ganesh

I received the message above from Ganesh this morning..

This day and post is dedicated to the most wonderful little host who was so loved by so many in Gokulum...our Poochie. He will be missed SO very, very much. I just adored him beyond words...the little man in a fur coat...Sweet Dreams Poochie~ You were so very loved!

Here's to you Pooch~

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Reel Youth "Goonda"

I just got the OK to post this to my blog! I hope you will all take a moment to watch it.
It is a very short documentary done by a young couple who traveled to South India and worked with Operation Shanti and the street kids...got to know them a little and helped to change their lives and them theirs I am sure. I can't watch it with dry eyes...but that is just me and my connection to India I am sure....but I do hope you will take a moment afterwards to visit Operation Shanti's website which is located to the right of my blog in the links....and perhaps do a little something if you have the extra funds!


Here's to you Reel Youth for making this available for everyone to see..and for going there are doing your part to "Be that Change" that we can all be if we just open our eyes and our hearts and make the effort. It's really quite simple to do~


Monday, March 10, 2008

Ostrich Land!

What a place!!! We had the best time there on our way out of Solvang last weekend!! I kept on getting more bowls of food to feed them...if you ever get to Buellton...you HAVE to see the Ostrich's!

Saturday, March 8, 2008

To Save the Deer..PLEASE, would you help??

I would like to ask a favor to all of you who visit my blog today...

They are killing the deer in an area where I used to live in Marin County...and they need letter's to take to Barbara Boxer so that they will stop killing them!! I just wrote my letter and sent in by email to the address below in the attached letter. It just took me a moment...but it could help save the lives of the rest of the beautiful, helpless beings...

Its so little to ask, but it will do SO much in the long run if you could just take a second..and if you have time maybe forward this to your friends so that they can also write a short letter as well.

Thank You so much~


Dear Friends~

A last call to you to take a few minutes to write a letter to save the last white and fallow deer. We need letters! We need a resounding voice...Please help save our deer friends or the last will soon be gone forever from the park,,, Please write to demand a stop to the killing and violation to these delicate animals... The remaining deer are traumatized and need our help. Please help us save them. Please address your letter to Barbara Boxer and express your outrage at the brutal massacres of these beautiful and magnificent sentient animals in the National Park. If you need more info please feel free to write to me. We are collecting letters and they will be hand delivered to B. Boxer. They have asked to hear from us, so please take a few moments and write on behalf of our friends who need your voice to speak for them.... write to: stopkillingthedeer@gmail.com

Friday, March 7, 2008

The Running (and drinking) Elvis's

So I am running my race and really focusing on my core and moving forward through my core, and making sure to take my "GU" and to drink at every single water and Gatrorade stop....to mainly run down the center of the street as that is where the road is most even and thus avoid an injury (which I did!!!!)...and then suddenly from behind me I hear this music blaring..."Viva, Las Vegas, Viva, Las Vegas" and I turn to my left to see these two guys dressed up in full Elvis outfits, pushing a baby running stroller (one pretty similar to what I had and ran with when Oliver was a baby..minus the fringe!) and these guys have a music player in the stroller as well as an ice chest FULL of Beer! I didn't know until I was finished what the story was with the two running Elvis's...but it seems as though they run the Marathon every year, dressed as Elvis and they drink one beer each PER mile! Yes....They drink 26 Beers each and they actually finish the race...in fact..if truth be told...I must admit it here and now...They beat me!!!!! Wow..I had no idea drinking 26 beers could actually benefit you in a Marathon!

Don't worry though...I have no intention of trying it, it was funny to see though!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Official Race results now in!!

Tracy Cox's Result Page
Honda LA Marathon XXIII2008-03-02Los Angeles, CA

Just click on the result page and see how I REALLY did!
I'm pretty OK with it myself!
Next time...perhaps a 4 1/5 hour Marathon though....
(goals are good!!)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Monday, March 3, 2008

Did It! 26.2 in 5:01...

So get this..I spend 3 weeks in India in January..come home and my longest training run is 7 miles..logging in maybe..20 miles per week, if that..and I almost match my time from 2006's LA Marathon by 6 minutes! Go figure...My motto has always been,less is more..and this proved it!
I am very pleased..I am very sore too..But mostly I am Very Pleased!
stay tuned..more to come...
ahh, its a good day for this runner girl!
now for some Advil!!!
Oh..and this is me at mile 26 by the way..wasted, but still moving!!