Far from what I usually write

Today I will be entertaining you with a new discovery.
I think 3 celebrities are hot.
Yes, as weird as this is going to sound, I have kept myself pretty-much closed-off from the world of fame and fortune. However, there are three dudes that have always grabbed attention over the years. A few friends and family members will know of at least one or two of them. Funny thing, they all are very similar come to find out.
I never put the three together until yesterday. There I was listening to Craig David and swooning... clicked on a link about Lenny Kravitz who went and jammed with some choir in the streets... *swoon... and lastly, thought about Counting Crows because when do I not? Adam... swoon... Sexy... sexy dudes...

I think I have a "type". Never thought I did.

So, if you have dreads or ever did in your life, dark skinned, dark eyes, friendly face, (it also helps if you have a defined jaw-line), older than me or the same age, loves to sing and carry emotion in your lyrics as well as the melody (and lives for it), at least my height or taller, great smile, (helps if you make more money than I do...), Christian, loves to exercise, loves people, (having an accent also helps)...This, then, qualifies you to be "swooned after" by Gina.

It's been a while

Hello world. It's June and it's magnificent! The sun shines and that means I do too! I learned that the word for sun-worship is heliolatry. I have pin-pointed my problem. Do I want to change it or somehow help myself get over this? Hmmm... absolutely not.

The first day of summer has passed and we're nearing July. What does that mean for me? My birthday. What does that mean for everyone else? Presents for me. Don't worry, I'm accepting presents all month, no need to worry about the specific day. I usually take the day of my birth as one of joyous and momentous to all those who surround me and my little world. If you don't agree with such, you are not whom I want to continue to associate, and let's get that out in the open as well as out of the way. The way I see it, it works the other way as well. Yes, you are that cool.

I wish I could tell you some really huge things that have been happening, but most of them have been ones I've kept to myself and straight from God. I'm grateful for Him. What a blessing it is to know of His availibility! I talked to a good friend on Sunday, Kai, telling me about how grateful she is and how spoiled she thinks she is living as faithfilled as she is! How refeshing to hear gratitude! It's made me refelect on how often I tell others thank you for just being in my life and sharing our exsitence together! I'm very happy to know there is a National Thank you MONTH. Not just day. Too bad we missed it. January guys. Remember that one.

I just thought of an idea. Be prepared friends. This has everything to do with you!

Let's see... I've been thinking that maybe I should just move back to HI? Or maybe UT? Maybe Virginia... never lived on the east coast and they have a beach!

I went to a Yoga training this past weekend and started me thinking about a lot of questions to answer. I want to get my yoga certification... where should I go?
Should I stay in Ohio?
Should I enroll for classes here at OSU?
What are my passions?
What makes me happy?
I'm sure I've asked myself some of these questions before...

Did I mention that my birthday was coming up?

Scramble

This is my brain... This is my brain as glass... Any questions?

Last night I tried something new.

I wrote for a solid 20 minutes without any punctuation

str u ct ure or clue of an end...............................................

I set my timer and wrote until the time told me it was over. I didn't look to see if I had made any mistakes when I was done. There was no need to re-read. I know what constantly squishes through my brain to nag and remind me of the "realities of life". The word- flow came out of my brain and onto paper for a reason and I absolutely don't want to see them ever again. They were thoughts that don't need to be explored, reasons I don't need to stress about because there is not a single thing I can do about the made-up stories. Nor are they emotions that seem real to me today as they were yesterday.

"Now" becomes more familiar because it is as it is.

"Real freedom is being mindful of what is, not what we think is. You can be mindful of mental formations as mental formations and pull the rug out from your thoughts' power over you. Our thoughts are mostly inaccurate. So, don't believe everything you think. We tend toward grasping or aversion. But if you can see there's nothing to hold or push, you lighten up and let go of reactivity because nothing's lacking." - Frank Jude Boccio

(Three personalities talk about the clouds... They will always have very different perspectives.)

Whereʻs the moon in this shot?

Columbus can look pretty especially when the sky has so much room to show itself. :)

Dis....something....

Getting a bit festive, I know. Look! Appreciate that I'm ringing in the spring with green!!

I guess I'm writing today for the simple fact that I'm disturbed. Disturbed enough to write about it, so I guess you could say, annoyance is also a factor.

Addressing the male species:
Maybe there is, as crazy as this is going to be, another reason you're in Ohio?
Maybe you're not really to date exclusively at all any of the girls you come in contact?
Am I ridiculous?
What if there is this overwhelming need in the world to strengthen the communication of person-to-person relationships rather than the motivating force to be constantly committed to another person of the opposite sex? Maybe, just maybe, we are in the certain "season of our lives" just to experience just what it is?

I am not saying there is no need to date, nor is there a reason there shouldn't be a need to be married and have children. I am saying, however, there are other reasons to live up to your "full potential" and maybe your full potential right now is just to be single and love the abilities you're working on, what you are doing, and what you have right now?

Maybe, just maybe there are other reasons you're in the singles ward than to view the menu and find a wife. Maybe, just maybe, she's not there and you're there to better yourself as you interact, and lest I say it, actually communicate better with those of the opposite sex? Maybe these women can help you in eventually having a girlfriend? Or MAYBE you can feel better and more confident within the relationship with your "Eventual" and then provide a less awkward situation for a family ward setting? You can actually talk to other women without it being romantic. "In singles wards there's always a romantic slant to it." A friend told me recently. Really? Did you know that is what you will be doing? You know, at work, at church... neighborhoods... associating with people all the time? AND OTHER GIRLS!

Maybe that's the problem. Men get so used to talking to girls as potential they forget that one day we're all just going to be married with children anyway... I don't know... So then what? We can't talk to them? No mixing unless standing with your wife? Where's the maturity in knowing where your relationship is with your wife as well as yourself? Really? So get ready for it now boys. You have eternity with that woman! Maybe learn something from your friends!

I guess I should be grateful that I'm dealing with the "Mormon versions" of guys I suppose.... right? Right? Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.

A head, heart and stomach! See! Stomach doesn't even start with an H!

Oh- the clouds will come out TOMORROW! Brush away the hint of sunlight and thought of shadows 'cause there's none!!! TOOOOO-MORROW, TOOOOO-MORROW, I hate ya, TOMORROW, another grey day away....

So we had some sunshine last Thursday I think.

Here I am in February and I can't seem to shake this cloud over my head.

Maybe it's time to go tanning... Just once or twice so I can feel some sort of vitamin D. I haven't felt it in a very long time and it seems almost a sin that I would continue through another month of dreary and cold.

Along with my skin, my stomach hasn't been up to good working order. My skin may have something to do with it. But then again, it can't be my skin's shortcoming. Where do I point the finger?

I convince my mind that it is in control at times or maybe it's my hearts that choses to carry most emotion I don't want to show. It might begin at those places, but I find that our bodies then take over and provide most the agony. My brain might think negatively and worry about movements in mine and other friends' lives that I cannot control. My heart might beat heavily to ache for others or love anyone who'll let me. But, it then is transported through-out my body and in turn, feels the affects of the confusion taking place. My shoulders tense, legs shake and become weak, my stomach proceeds to despise all foods because food now means "not understanding" from the same way her head and heart has led her to believe... they certainly don't live similar time-periods.

"It's your fault" my insides scream!

Pain.

Exhaustion.

My body didn't come-up with these words but, oh! how they rage in my core!

Seclusion.

Sadness.

My stomach is as far away as it can possibly reside and wants no part to what my brain's businesses and my heart's hurts.

Yet, here I am... an upset stomach in every sense of the word and every thought-about-it.

And since I'm here...

Merry Christmas December!

It snowed today and I drove in it on the way to work! That's right, I drove.

Last Wednesday I went to the Dr.'s office. I dreaded what they were going to tell me, but at the same time, feeling like I was alright receiving any news at all. But! I was relieved to find that I didn't need my sling anymore and I was ready to go and get some physical therapy done! What a feeling! I wanted to hug the Doctor and tell him thanks, but knew I would actually just be praising God all day telling Him thanks! I have two arms and it feels better than ever! I wonder how often we take our limbs for granted. OH - to wash my hair MYSELF, to wear coats with both sleeves with my arms, to pick-up Sonja (because she's visiting with Elise these days), to hug people 100%, TO PLAY THE PIANO, TO DO YOGA (well, not all the poses, but we're getting there! Baby steps!), drive... so many things!

What a time to be grateful?! What a time to reflect on what I have?!

Last night I watched the Christmas Devotional and loved the music and spoken word! I love President Monson! I especially like his stories that lift and motivate you to love more and serve more as well! I then read in Matt. chapter 19 last night verses 23-30 to confirm the messages spoken. Where are my priorities? Who am I serving? How am I serving? What am I doing to help strangers, even? How easy it is to love!

My car accident

I was driving home from work Monday the 16th. I had had a horrible headache which became a migraine. I guess it was more intense than I thought b/c I ended-up blacking out and coming to when I felt the rumble strips on the left side of the left lane to the hywy. It was almost as if I didn’t comprehend that it was me who had drifted, and my arms proved that as they tried to bring my car to some sort of a lane in the road. However, since I had blown a tire (I later found-out) it became near-to-impossible, and so swerving became my only option. Finally, screaming “NO! NO! NO!” With the car spinning twice across the middle and far right-hand lane, I collided into the cement barring that saved me from toppling into the 270 traffic below. I couldn’t nor did I dare move my left arm. It hurt way too much! Crying and frantic, I tried to grab some sort of reality as a guy on the scene opened the passenger’s side of the car and told me he was an EMT and started asking questions and taking my pulse. Another girl with a cross necklace draped around her neck asked if she could call anyone for me.

“Mom, I got in an accident.” I told her.

“No! You didn’t! Where are you?!” She answered.

I remember another woman yelling at me telling me not to move my head, and by that time she entered I suppose and they called the paramedics, because they arrived not too long afterwards. Another surprising fact was how very attractive all the guys were that started taking care of me. One took my head and told me, again, not to move my head or neck anywhere. Another one cut the air bag off of the right door he had successfully pried open, and I had a few trying to slide the stretcher under me and somehow move onto it from the passenger’s side. Funny that the thought that came into my mind as they were trying to find a good way of getting me on there, and I just helped myself onto it was, “I hope you can tell that I have really great arm strength.” Shoot! All these guys and I hoped I looked good. You can tell where my priorities were! Always… men on the brain…

They slid me on the bed in the back of the emergency vehicle along with my laptop and bag… and asked to see my license.

“HAWAII?!” One asks me. “What are you doing here?!”

“Shoot! If this stuff happens here, I need to go back!” I returned.

They got the information they needed and we drove off to Doctors West hospital.

“I hope this isn’t your favorite sweater” A paramedic states as he cuts into the shoulder of yes, my favorite sweater. However, I’d rather them cut it then otherwise. By the time we got there, I told them that God was the only one that could have gotten me out of Hawaii. One guy even asked what church I belonged to. What a great way it was to end the conversation as we pulled into the hospital! He knows I’m Mormon. Cool! They wheeled me in and moved me from one place to another softer one I was hoping, but then again, I still had a board under my back. Annoying and painful, my phone rang just the same. James. The nurse only handed me my phone because she thought it to be important. I hurriedly texted him, “I got in an accident, call my mom.”

Then, the tears came. They created their own trail down my cheeks and dropped off onto the bed. The neck brace seemed to be most uncomfortable next to the board who’s hardness seemed to be hitting the worst part of my head. I already was suffering from the migraine, and it was just getting worse. So, I manipulated my way into getting someone to finally come in and take me off that horrible plank. Mom finally got there after a while and crying was automatic. I’m so very grateful for my mommy. I was bleeding on my nose and kept seeing it through my peripheral vision.

After using a bed pan to relieve my faculties (because they wouldn’t allow me to use the restroom without having the x-rays), my nurse spilling it and feeling it up my back, I decided it was officially a bad night. Her and another nurse cleaned me off, changed me and I then got wheeled-into a room to scan my head and the x-ray room as well. What a time! After all was said and done, and getting settled into my new sling hung around my neck and arm, they sat me in a wheelchair and wheeled me out to meet mom who had pulled up in front of the emergency exit.

I couldn’t believe it was eleven o’clock. I was so tired and so very hungry! When I got home Elise and her friend Leslie were sitting and eating popcorn and talking. I ate a little and took some muscle relaxers and shoved-off to bed. No Yoga. No piano. I began thumbing through my head as I saw less and less freedom.