The Shiva Lingam is revered by Hindus as the embodiment of Lord Shiva. The stone embodies masculine energy, dynamic expression and knowledge, with the markings being the feminine energy, wisdom and intuition.
Shiva Lingams come from the Narmada River, one of the seven sacred holy places of pilgrimage in India. The river periodically gives up these stones when the water level drops. The locals living by the river, following generations of tradition, then retrieve these special stones and hand polish them to bring out their individually unique markings.
The ancient practice of Feng Shui uses the sacred Shiva Lingam to direct the energy flow throughout one's home. It purifies the emotional environment in homes and temples. Place a Shiva Lingam in the Relationship/Marriage area of your home to bring you closer to your partner and other family members.
Lingams provide energy for the body, sudden clarity of mind in the face of confusion, the release of energy where there once was blockage, and the experience of self-acceptance, self-worth, happiness, contentment, unconditional love, and compassion.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Blood--it's Yours to Give
We've all seen that commercial about donating blood, how it can save a life blah blah blah etc. I know a lot of people who donate blood, my husband being one of them. And I admire them for it. They also vote in municipal elections, rather than stay home comfy/cozy like an unnamed person who I won't name.
Anyway, even though I liked those commercials about donating blood I felt far removed from the whole concept. After all, no-one I knew and loved ever needed blood. Note: I just watched a TED.com video with Brene Brown discussing vulnerability and allowing ourselves to show our true selves...so I may not have portrayed myself in the best light in the above. Just being my true self ya all.
Back to donating blood. Guess who needed a blood transfusion? I am now carrying 2 pints of a stranger's B+ in me. It saved me from having damaged organs in the nick of time. Needless to say, I am grateful to that person who took time out of his/her day to go to the blood donor clinic and have someone stick a needle in them and extract that precious substance from them. Probably got a little woozy and needed a cookie or juice or something. This was done, I'm sure out of a sense of humanity and responsibility and not for the sheer fun of it.
Here's a cute coincidence, last night a young highschooler who was doing his mandatory volunteering dropped off a poster advertising for a Blood Donor Clinic in Byron (where Moonstone Path is located) at the Byron United Church from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm on Tuesday, January 11th of this year. He asked if I could put the poster up in our window. What was I gonna say...NO? Just kidding. I would have put it up in the window even if I hadn't needed blood, I'm not completely evil.
So...to all of you who donate blood...thank you.
Anyway, even though I liked those commercials about donating blood I felt far removed from the whole concept. After all, no-one I knew and loved ever needed blood. Note: I just watched a TED.com video with Brene Brown discussing vulnerability and allowing ourselves to show our true selves...so I may not have portrayed myself in the best light in the above. Just being my true self ya all.
Back to donating blood. Guess who needed a blood transfusion? I am now carrying 2 pints of a stranger's B+ in me. It saved me from having damaged organs in the nick of time. Needless to say, I am grateful to that person who took time out of his/her day to go to the blood donor clinic and have someone stick a needle in them and extract that precious substance from them. Probably got a little woozy and needed a cookie or juice or something. This was done, I'm sure out of a sense of humanity and responsibility and not for the sheer fun of it.
Here's a cute coincidence, last night a young highschooler who was doing his mandatory volunteering dropped off a poster advertising for a Blood Donor Clinic in Byron (where Moonstone Path is located) at the Byron United Church from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm on Tuesday, January 11th of this year. He asked if I could put the poster up in our window. What was I gonna say...NO? Just kidding. I would have put it up in the window even if I hadn't needed blood, I'm not completely evil.
So...to all of you who donate blood...thank you.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
It's your typical Canadian Winter
South western Ontario has been receiving a lot of snow lately. If you live in London, ON you know what I mean. Last week we got quite a load of the white stuff, enough to close schools and transit services. We (read Derek) have been shovelling our sidewalk, both at the store and at home way more times than we care to. After a couple of snow free days, it is now again coming down like there is an unlimited supply of the stuff.
I don't like having to deal with snow. I don't like the potential hip breaking fall that may occur, I don't like the insecurity of the car not stopping when I want it to stop, I don't like the cold, I don't like it when the dogs track huge amounts of snow in, thereby necessitating me to wipe all that mess up. And why is it that big dogs love to get up a couple of times through the night just to frolic in the snow. Shae is not my favourite pet these days.
However, here's the thing. A couple of weeks ago before all this snowing started, I was standing in the store looking out the window, and a nostalgic longing welled up in me as I thought about the previous year when I looked out the window and saw all this beautiful snow falling. How pretty it was. How cozy and snug I was standing in our store looking out at this white winter land. It was a longing and an appreciation of the beauty of snow. Not a single thought of inconvenience had entered this thinking. Hmmmmm, is this what manifesting is all about. And if so, I think I know why I am not a multi millionaire as of this moment. Those thoughts about riches are not of the same purity as was the appreciation of the memory I had of the beauty of a snowfall.
And you know, the way the snow lies on the branches of the trees is just absolutely beautiful. This mushy appreciation will probably morph into something else when I have to wade though 4 foot high snowbanks to get to the bus stop.
I don't like having to deal with snow. I don't like the potential hip breaking fall that may occur, I don't like the insecurity of the car not stopping when I want it to stop, I don't like the cold, I don't like it when the dogs track huge amounts of snow in, thereby necessitating me to wipe all that mess up. And why is it that big dogs love to get up a couple of times through the night just to frolic in the snow. Shae is not my favourite pet these days.
However, here's the thing. A couple of weeks ago before all this snowing started, I was standing in the store looking out the window, and a nostalgic longing welled up in me as I thought about the previous year when I looked out the window and saw all this beautiful snow falling. How pretty it was. How cozy and snug I was standing in our store looking out at this white winter land. It was a longing and an appreciation of the beauty of snow. Not a single thought of inconvenience had entered this thinking. Hmmmmm, is this what manifesting is all about. And if so, I think I know why I am not a multi millionaire as of this moment. Those thoughts about riches are not of the same purity as was the appreciation of the memory I had of the beauty of a snowfall.
And you know, the way the snow lies on the branches of the trees is just absolutely beautiful. This mushy appreciation will probably morph into something else when I have to wade though 4 foot high snowbanks to get to the bus stop.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Husbands can be Evil
Today hubby and I were on our way to the store when we passed a construction site where there was an extremely tall crane, slowly lowering a stepladder to the roof of the building under construction.
With a straight face, my evil husband said “I sure wouldn’t want to be the guy having to climb that stepladder to get into the crane.”
My reply, obviously before my brain caught up to my mouth, was “The guy doesn’t have to climb that ladder they’re probably just lowering it to the roof to use it. He gets in the box thing at the bottom of the crane—he doesn’t control it from the top geeez.”
That’s when I saw his evil smirk. One shouldn’t drive and smirk, I always say.
“You got me good this time” I said. Revenge, when it comes, will be sweet.
With a straight face, my evil husband said “I sure wouldn’t want to be the guy having to climb that stepladder to get into the crane.”
My reply, obviously before my brain caught up to my mouth, was “The guy doesn’t have to climb that ladder they’re probably just lowering it to the roof to use it. He gets in the box thing at the bottom of the crane—he doesn’t control it from the top geeez.”
That’s when I saw his evil smirk. One shouldn’t drive and smirk, I always say.
“You got me good this time” I said. Revenge, when it comes, will be sweet.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Trust in the unseen wisdom
Sometimes, or quite often, we don't get what we want. Isn't that absolutely frustrating. I mean... really. We know what we want, or at least have a vague idea of what we want (lots of $$$) or a purpose in life, I guess, or to have a perfect relationship with our mate and family. Or to not have to call in the dog whisperer to straighten out the pooch. Things like that. And when our desires aren't answered (thwarted) we are soooo disappointed.
But, you know, sometimes not getting what we want is probably the best thing. Let me tell you. I recently went to the movies with my daughter and her WONDERFUL boyfriend (he paid for my ticket) and we saw Paranormal Activity II. Now this was an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone. Scary movies...well...they scare me. So going to a scary movie and watching it on the BIG screen called for seldom used courage. So I took a deep breath and sail to wind (or is that wind to sail) I went to the theatre and courageously watched this supernatural and quite scary movie. I only clutched at my daughter in fear a couple of times. Four to be exact.
The movie ended, I was rattled, but in a good way and, pumped up with bravado, couldn't wait to see the first Paranormal movie, now out on DVD. So the next day Hubs and I went to the DVD store to rent it. None available. DARN! Oh well, we could always get it off Rogers on Demand movies, right. We clicked through all the movies and couldn't find Paranormal Activities. DOUBLE DARN!!
I was soooo disappointed. How could this happen to me. I wanted wanted wanted WANTED to watch this movie and I wanted to watch it NOW. Didn't happen. So we watched other stuff on TV that night and I spent most of the evening fuming at not being able to see the movie I WANTED to see. Oh the injustice of it all.
Fast forward to the next day. As it turned out Hubby had to be at work late the next day, so I was home alone. ALONE. Well technically, both dogs and the cat were home with me, but really that's like being alone when it comes to that protected feeling. I mean, I'm sure that if I was in mortal danger they would come to my rescue as fast as only very old dogs can, not exactly a comfort. The cat would probably sleep right through the whole thing, it being even older than the dogs.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that as I lay in bed surrounded by wheezing, snoring and creaking old animals, I began to hear other sounds. Hubs, as I said was at work. It was really late at night, the wind had picked up, and I'm sure I heard that same anxiety provoking noise that always sounded in the movie just before something nasty was about to happen. Sleep did not stand a chance. As I cowered in bed with the blankets up beneath my chin, eyes darting to and fro searching for something I would probably not want to see in the first place, I realized that watching the first Paranormal Activity movie which my daughter assured me was as scary as the second one, would have been a really bad idea.
Sometimes my plans are thwarted for my own good.
But, you know, sometimes not getting what we want is probably the best thing. Let me tell you. I recently went to the movies with my daughter and her WONDERFUL boyfriend (he paid for my ticket) and we saw Paranormal Activity II. Now this was an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone. Scary movies...well...they scare me. So going to a scary movie and watching it on the BIG screen called for seldom used courage. So I took a deep breath and sail to wind (or is that wind to sail) I went to the theatre and courageously watched this supernatural and quite scary movie. I only clutched at my daughter in fear a couple of times. Four to be exact.
The movie ended, I was rattled, but in a good way and, pumped up with bravado, couldn't wait to see the first Paranormal movie, now out on DVD. So the next day Hubs and I went to the DVD store to rent it. None available. DARN! Oh well, we could always get it off Rogers on Demand movies, right. We clicked through all the movies and couldn't find Paranormal Activities. DOUBLE DARN!!
I was soooo disappointed. How could this happen to me. I wanted wanted wanted WANTED to watch this movie and I wanted to watch it NOW. Didn't happen. So we watched other stuff on TV that night and I spent most of the evening fuming at not being able to see the movie I WANTED to see. Oh the injustice of it all.
Fast forward to the next day. As it turned out Hubby had to be at work late the next day, so I was home alone. ALONE. Well technically, both dogs and the cat were home with me, but really that's like being alone when it comes to that protected feeling. I mean, I'm sure that if I was in mortal danger they would come to my rescue as fast as only very old dogs can, not exactly a comfort. The cat would probably sleep right through the whole thing, it being even older than the dogs.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that as I lay in bed surrounded by wheezing, snoring and creaking old animals, I began to hear other sounds. Hubs, as I said was at work. It was really late at night, the wind had picked up, and I'm sure I heard that same anxiety provoking noise that always sounded in the movie just before something nasty was about to happen. Sleep did not stand a chance. As I cowered in bed with the blankets up beneath my chin, eyes darting to and fro searching for something I would probably not want to see in the first place, I realized that watching the first Paranormal Activity movie which my daughter assured me was as scary as the second one, would have been a really bad idea.
Sometimes my plans are thwarted for my own good.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Canoing is not for the inexperienced
Hubby and I went to Stratford (Ontario that is) for a meander by the river. While there I came up with the great idea of renting a canoe ($23 dollars of fun and adventure). My intention was to take the back seat(?) so that I could, you know, have a rest now and then while Derek was paddling from the front. The canoe attendant said that the back was intended for the person doing the steering. Derek and I looked at each other and typical of a woman of my generation I DEFERRED to him. I KNOW!! WHAT WAS I THINKING!!! I guess I was thinking that since hubby looks intelligent he must therefore be clever enough to steer a canoe. WHAT WAS I THINKING!!!
Granted he's pretty smart about doing exactly what I tell him to do. He is pretty good at math. He has survived 60 years and done very well for himself. He married me. But when it comes to steering a canoe, well...just let me say this:
I apologize to all the other canoe' rs for that adrenaline rush they must have experienced upon seeing a canoe with a grey haired totally inept oldish but stylish couple seeming to deliberately paddle towards them with the intention of causing a headlong crash. I apologize to the gaggle of ducks who, with snarly quacks, had to take flight to avoid being run over by an out of control canoe. To the people on that mini cruise boat: I don't know why you were shouting and pointing so much, after all, we did not ram into you, we managed to get ourselves turned around and avoid this ugly catastrophe with a good six inches to spare. But I do apologize for scaring you half to death.
Next time, I steer.
Granted he's pretty smart about doing exactly what I tell him to do. He is pretty good at math. He has survived 60 years and done very well for himself. He married me. But when it comes to steering a canoe, well...just let me say this:
I apologize to all the other canoe' rs for that adrenaline rush they must have experienced upon seeing a canoe with a grey haired totally inept oldish but stylish couple seeming to deliberately paddle towards them with the intention of causing a headlong crash. I apologize to the gaggle of ducks who, with snarly quacks, had to take flight to avoid being run over by an out of control canoe. To the people on that mini cruise boat: I don't know why you were shouting and pointing so much, after all, we did not ram into you, we managed to get ourselves turned around and avoid this ugly catastrophe with a good six inches to spare. But I do apologize for scaring you half to death.
Next time, I steer.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sometime in February 2010
Carol: Honey, I was thinking about the labyrinth we built last year behind the store.
Derek (feeling his shoulders tense at the words “I was thinking”) Hummm what were you er..thinking?
Carol: Well you know how we just let the grass grow longer to form the outline of it and we had to mow the grass in circles to keep the grass in the path shorter…
Derek: yes, I remember
Carol: Well…that must have seemed like a lot of work for you, don’t you think?
Derek (feeling set up but not knowing where this was going) It took a while to cut the grass, but.. but I didn’t mind.
Carol: I think there’s an easier way to do it this summer.
Derek (chills running up and down his spine) There is? How, I mean I really didn’t mind going in circles cutting the lawn.
Carol: Even though it was an electric mower?
Derek: No, I just took my time and moved the cord when I needed to.
Carol: but you must have found that frustrating
Derek: Well yes (looks at Carol and sees the predatory gleam in her eyes) I mean NO, not at all.
Carol: I have an idea that will make cutting the grass much easier for you.
Derek: We don’t build the labyrinth this year?
Carol: Oh no, we build it but we make it more permanent
Derek: (worried now) Permanent. How? (and what hell is she going to put him through this time?)
Carol: Stop looking like a cornered animal. This is a great idea.
Derek: (resigned at last, because he knows he can’t stop this moving train) What do you have in mind?
Carol smiles: You know the bricks from Stephen’s chimney that are stacked in his backyard?
Derek: Yeah (cold dread clenching his bowels)
Carol: What’s he going to do with them?
Derek: (Frantically searching his mind for some sort of reason why they couldn’t use the bricks because he now knows what his near future is going to be like) Ummmm, I’m not sure, maybe he needs them for something else.
Carol: Find out. If he wants to get rid of them, tell him we’ll be glad to take them off his hands.
Derek: What??! How!?!...How are we going to transport them across town to the store?
Carol: Last time I looked, the car has a trunk. (sweet smile with a wink thrown in)
Derek: (Agast) Do you know how many trips it would take to move that many bricks???
Carol: If we start now, we should be done by the time we’re ready to put them in the ground?
Derek (makes odd squawking noise) In the…What do you mean in the ground???
Carol: Well, when we outline the labyrinth, we can’t leave them on top of the ground in case someone trips over them. They have to be put in at ground level. That way, we can just mow the grass over them. It’ll be so much easier for us.
Derek: (Speechless, frantically searching his mind for a way out.) Do you think our landlord would agree to this?
Carol: Already asked him. He thinks it’s a great idea.
Derek: Bu Bu Bu But do you realize how much work this is going to be???!!!
Carol: Probably a full day. Maybe two. Once we get going, it’s going to be a piece of cake.
Derek: That’s a lot of bricks we’re talking about. When will we find the time to do this?
Carol: A couple of weekends should do it. (then in a sweet, understanding soft voice) Honeyyy, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m just thinking of you and all the grass you’ll have to cut in the summer. And if it doesn’t rain much, all the watering we’ll have to do to keep the outline of the labyrinth green and lush.
Derek: I don’t know…
Carol: Just think about it. Sure it’s going to be hard work for a couple of days, but when it’s done it will be easy sailing all summer.
Derek: I guess I can check with Stephen about these bricks…
Carol: You’ll see, we’ll have fun doing this. A couple days in the sunshine, Think of the accomplishment we’ll feel when we’re done.
What was left unsaid by Carol was: By we I mean you.
The labyrinth was built, it took 36 hours. Digging the holes for the bricks turned out to be more difficult than anticipated due to large rocks and tree roots. However, Derek agrees that his share of 30 hours was really worthwhile.
Special thanks to Corinne Sparks for her help in getting the labyrinth started.
Carol: Honey, I was thinking about the labyrinth we built last year behind the store.
Derek (feeling his shoulders tense at the words “I was thinking”) Hummm what were you er..thinking?
Carol: Well you know how we just let the grass grow longer to form the outline of it and we had to mow the grass in circles to keep the grass in the path shorter…
Derek: yes, I remember
Carol: Well…that must have seemed like a lot of work for you, don’t you think?
Derek (feeling set up but not knowing where this was going) It took a while to cut the grass, but.. but I didn’t mind.
Carol: I think there’s an easier way to do it this summer.
Derek (chills running up and down his spine) There is? How, I mean I really didn’t mind going in circles cutting the lawn.
Carol: Even though it was an electric mower?
Derek: No, I just took my time and moved the cord when I needed to.
Carol: but you must have found that frustrating
Derek: Well yes (looks at Carol and sees the predatory gleam in her eyes) I mean NO, not at all.
Carol: I have an idea that will make cutting the grass much easier for you.
Derek: We don’t build the labyrinth this year?
Carol: Oh no, we build it but we make it more permanent
Derek: (worried now) Permanent. How? (and what hell is she going to put him through this time?)
Carol: Stop looking like a cornered animal. This is a great idea.
Derek: (resigned at last, because he knows he can’t stop this moving train) What do you have in mind?
Carol smiles: You know the bricks from Stephen’s chimney that are stacked in his backyard?
Derek: Yeah (cold dread clenching his bowels)
Carol: What’s he going to do with them?
Derek: (Frantically searching his mind for some sort of reason why they couldn’t use the bricks because he now knows what his near future is going to be like) Ummmm, I’m not sure, maybe he needs them for something else.
Carol: Find out. If he wants to get rid of them, tell him we’ll be glad to take them off his hands.
Derek: What??! How!?!...How are we going to transport them across town to the store?
Carol: Last time I looked, the car has a trunk. (sweet smile with a wink thrown in)
Derek: (Agast) Do you know how many trips it would take to move that many bricks???
Carol: If we start now, we should be done by the time we’re ready to put them in the ground?
Derek (makes odd squawking noise) In the…What do you mean in the ground???
Carol: Well, when we outline the labyrinth, we can’t leave them on top of the ground in case someone trips over them. They have to be put in at ground level. That way, we can just mow the grass over them. It’ll be so much easier for us.
Derek: (Speechless, frantically searching his mind for a way out.) Do you think our landlord would agree to this?
Carol: Already asked him. He thinks it’s a great idea.
Derek: Bu Bu Bu But do you realize how much work this is going to be???!!!
Carol: Probably a full day. Maybe two. Once we get going, it’s going to be a piece of cake.
Derek: That’s a lot of bricks we’re talking about. When will we find the time to do this?
Carol: A couple of weekends should do it. (then in a sweet, understanding soft voice) Honeyyy, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m just thinking of you and all the grass you’ll have to cut in the summer. And if it doesn’t rain much, all the watering we’ll have to do to keep the outline of the labyrinth green and lush.
Derek: I don’t know…
Carol: Just think about it. Sure it’s going to be hard work for a couple of days, but when it’s done it will be easy sailing all summer.
Derek: I guess I can check with Stephen about these bricks…
Carol: You’ll see, we’ll have fun doing this. A couple days in the sunshine, Think of the accomplishment we’ll feel when we’re done.
What was left unsaid by Carol was: By we I mean you.
The labyrinth was built, it took 36 hours. Digging the holes for the bricks turned out to be more difficult than anticipated due to large rocks and tree roots. However, Derek agrees that his share of 30 hours was really worthwhile.
Special thanks to Corinne Sparks for her help in getting the labyrinth started.
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