iT IS THE TEAR (THAT RESULTS) FROM THE INJURY OF THE OYSTER.

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 "A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl." 

Stephan Hoeller

Have you been asked on many occasions how you got through a certain challenge in your life? I have, almost on a daily basis. But today, I am tired. I am tired of the trying and the challenges. I am again locked in depression. My questions to myself today are what are you going to do about it? My answer today? NOTHING! That is what I am going to about anything today, nothing.

Friends and family that “know me well,”” really well,” know that is not who or what I am, but today I am, just that. I am tired of the daily challenge to raise others when I can barely raise myself anymore.  Then I read this: “Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.” Psalm 71:20  

Followed Shortly by this:

A letter sent from Anne Sendai, Japan 03/14/2011 By The Waking Circle March 20, 2011

Things here in Sendai have been rather surreal. But I am very blessed to have wonderful friends who are helping me a lot. Since my shack is even more worthy of that name, I am now staying at a friend's home. We share supplies like water, food and a kerosene heater. We sleep lined up in one room, eat by candlelight, share stories. It is warm, friendly, and beautiful.

During the day we help each other clean up the mess in our homes. People sit in their cars, looking at news on their navigation screens, or line up to get drinking water when a source is open. If someone has water running in their home, they put out a sign so people can come to fill up their jugs and buckets.

It's utterly amazing that where I am there has been no looting, no pushing in lines. People leave their front door open, as it is safer when an earthquake strikes. People keep saying, "Oh, this is how it used to be in the old days when everyone helped one another."

Quakes keep coming. Last night they struck about every 15 minutes. Sirens are constant and helicopters pass overhead often.

We got water for a few hours in our homes last night, and now it is for half a day. Electricity came on this afternoon. Gas has not yet come on. But all of this is by area. Some people have these things, others do not. No one has washed for several days. We feel grubby, but there are so much more important concerns than that for us now. I love this peeling away of non-essentials. Living fully on the level of instinct, of intuition, of caring, of what is needed for survival, not just of me, but of the entire group.

There are strange parallel universes happening. Houses a mess in some places, yet then a house with futons or laundry out drying in the sun. People lining up for water and food, and yet a few people out walking their dogs. All happening at the same time.

Other unexpected touches of beauty are first, the silence at night. No cars. No one out on the streets. And the heavens at night are scattered with stars. I usually can see about two, but now the whole sky is filled. The mountains are Sendai are solid and with the crisp air we can see them silhouetted against the sky magnificently.

And the Japanese themselves are so wonderful. I come back to my shack to check on it each day, now to send this e-mail since the electricity is on, and I find food and water left in my entranceway. I have no idea from whom, but it is there. Old men in green hats go from door to door checking to see if everyone is OK. People talk to complete strangers asking if they need help. I see no signs of fear. Resignation, yes, but fear or panic, no.

They tell us we can expect aftershocks, and even other major quakes, for another month or more. And we are getting constant tremors, rolls, shaking, rumbling. I am blessed in that I live in a part of Sendai that is a bit elevated, a bit more solid than other parts. So, so far this area is better off than others. Last night my friend's husband came in from the country, bringing food and water. Blessed again.

Somehow at this time I realize from direct experience that there is indeed an enormous Cosmic evolutionary step that is occurring all over the world right at this moment. And somehow as I experience the events happening now in Japan, I can feel my heart opening very wide. My brother asked me if I felt so small because of all that is happening. I don't. Rather, I feel as part of something happening that much larger than myself. This wave of birthing (worldwide) is hard, and yet magnificent.

Thank you again for your care and love of me,
With Love in return, to you all,
Anne

God gives us everything we need, we just need to ask where to look.

ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE

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REACH MILLIONS WITH THE MESSAGE

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I got the first copy of The Prayer Chest. The idea is to read it, sign it, and pass it along to the next person, to get as many people as we can to read them. I think it will make a difference in a lot of people.
The Prayer Chest: A Novel About Receiving All of Life's Riches">
Click here to go to amazon and get a copy and start passing it on to others. Ask others to get a copy also and start passing that one along also. This is a great way to send the most beautiful message to everyone.

MUSIC AND HUMOR HEALS

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I was watching The Bonnie Hunt Show this morning, (avoiding writing a persuasive essay for ENG COMP), and she had Kevin Bacon and his brother on. I was so enthralled with the charity project they are a part of. It is called Musicians On Call.
They, and many other musicians, go to different hospitals and play for patients. I started to think about the amazing effect that must create and my "goofing off" turned into the a "purpose." Which means, my essay will be about how music and humor heal. Sometimes it is possible that people will heal even faster from music and humor; than they do from medicine and medical care, not to advocate against medical care, because it will always be a crucial element in healing, and in most cases, of course, the first step.

So there are two lessons that I learned today:
1. Even goofing off has purpose. (finding the topic of my essay)
2. Music and humor are amazing medical finds in healing care.
I love my life.

TALK ABOUT GOING GREEN

I was doing a google search for pushy Kristine again, and I ran across this guy. We were actually looking for retro nostalgia for a party she is going to. She is trying to collect nostalgia from the 60's and we found a site that was what she needed and then I ran across the Texas County Reporter and this You Tube video of Dan Phillips. What a guy, he is. He builds these really strange houses for people who cannot afford regular priced homes. He builds them out of recycled parts from all kinds of scrap yards and companies. The things that manufacturers throw away, he picks up and makes use of it. How about a mirror he made from mirror shards or windows from relish plates. This guy has taken BUILDING GREEN to a new level. I love him. Check him out.