Well, if there was ever an absolutely perfect time to read this book, it is now! With all the extreme weather destruction around the world, when violence erupts in the least expected places and times, when people are losing everything they have and cherish. Dr. Nadel provides guidance to work your way through it, survive and go on to pick up the pieces in the best possible way. The book is not only for those who have had disaster strike but for the others to share empathy and understanding what truly happens in a person’s life.
When violence enters your life, you want to move
forward away from the shattered pieces of yourself and pull them all together
again. Nadel provides ways to do this with, what she refers to as keys, to calm your mind, body, and
Personal interviews with EMTs, First Responders, and
survivors brings the reader right into events that destroy so many. I highly recommend
keeping this book handy to refer to, reread, and let her knowledge help you or
a friend through some bad times.
finished reading this exciting book that has a sharp, sexy gal with a classy
name of Ashleigh Wanamaker as the owner and CEO of RASI. I love it when smart
women are in charge! She also hires competent guys, like Erik Deckard (easy to
look at, too) with experience and know-how to do the jobs she takes on. Most of the action of retrieving diamonds and bars
of gold bullion from a sunken ship takes place in Cape Town, South Africa. The plot has twists, turns, and surprise,
which I am not going to reveal!
easy to tell the writing is by a former U. S Marine Corp. guy with aerospace
experience. He makes me wonder if he was in the middle of this caper. I highly
recommend it to those who like to read fast action, weapon tech, and an intricate
plot full of characters.
This is the time of year when ghosts are talked
about whether pretending for a Hallowe’en costume or the real thing. Of course
they are present year ‘round but the subject seems to come out of the woodwork
Part of the fun of gathering stories to write a new
book on hauntings and things that go bump
in the night, is hearing the experiences of other people when they see that wispy something floating up off the floor, or a body in a red plaid shirt that also happens to be transparent, which
everyone knows is impossible. It’s an interesting way to realize it’s time to
expand your thinking, to search out some of the new scientific findings that
prove what others have been swearing was true all along.
It’s also a lesson in learning to believe what
another is saying even though you cannot see what they are seeing. Of course
you can practice ways to open your mind to intuitive senses, you know, that
sixth sense that you already depend on when meeting someone that you may or may
not like instantly. Where does that come from? There are many good books
available that can lead the way to learning so much more about the after-life
and the before-life, too.
All this talk about tattoos and the young people (anyone under 50) who foolishly spend a lot of money decorating their bodies with expressive artwork and how it’s going to look and how are they going to feel, when they get to be 75 years old and their muscles are sagging and their skin is getting that old look. Well how does anyone feel when their undecorated bodies are sagging and their skin is turning into crocodile skin? At least they enjoyed the beauty of their tattoos while the designs last.
What something may look like 25 years from now is no way to decide whether you should enjoy something now. What if? What if? What if? What a lousy way to deny what you want to do now.
The way I see it, decorating one’s body with paint goes back to the beginning of time, right about the same time the cave men and women were painting their activities on the walls of the caves they lived in. So many cultures that came along afterwards followed suit, aborigines in Australia, Native American tribes that originally came from the land of today’s Russia, South American peoples, African tribes, etc.
European royalty of the 17th and 18th centuries had their faces painted with bold beauty marks, boasting little designs of stars and sky-high wigs, men included, thank you. The courts in Asia were partial to painting their faces white before adding the colorful lips and eyebrows, etc.
And really, how many women won’t leave the house without their face power, lipstick and eyebrows. What’s the difference? Style. That’s the only difference.
Is there such a difference from the fancy fashion designers changing the styles of clothing each year? Have you seen some of those gowns worn on the red carpets of film festivals? Sometimes I feel embarrassed for those women! It’s as if the designers spent a lot of time and imagination to create a new way to make women look like clowns. Maybe those women don’t have full length mirrors in their homes, or perhaps they got dressed before they put their contact lenses in.
Body piercings? Not new. Been around since history was first recorded, maybe earlier.
My thoughts? Enjoy your body art. Some of it is downright gorgeous. My hat is off to you artists that create the beautiful designs and the courage those of you have to withstand the pain to have the glory of a tattoo. Enjoy it!
Our Ellie Newbauer received a standing ovation by 200 people this morning! The applause went on and on as if they could not give enough acclaim to this quiet, incredible woman. I say quiet because, little by little, I learn of her accomplishments in later life. Her second life began when she chose to be a dynamic person instead of her husband’s widow.
Those of us from our Soul Tribe that could make it, drove to the Bon Air Unity Church in Richmond where this all took place today. Ellie signed her latest book (her 5th) Have I Told You during the coffee hour following the uplifting and positive service. It was a grand affair one that teaches us that another life does begin after 60 if you choose it. Ellie will be turning 93 next month.
One August afternoon in 1967, Mom dressed me in a navy dress, patterned in tiny white polka dots, with an appliqué of paintbrushes and an artist’s palette in primary colors at the hem, and a white Peter Pan collar around my neck. White anklet socked feet, fitting snuggly into blood-red Mary Janes, anchored my chubby legs. While standing at attention in front of my house’s picture window with my feet together and my hands folded in front, I posed with my heels brushing against the yellow marigolds in full bloom under a toasty blanket of Indian summer sun. My birch tree buddy stood tall and arabesque in front of me, extending its tree branches in effort to shield me from the sun. I was present in those moments as I stood before my house and my tree waiting for my picture to be taken. Life was good.
Out for my usual daily walk and I noticed Lin’s Treasures on Virginia St. was open. I strolled in for a peek and was surprised at the new look inside! You can actually see the lovely furniture and chatcha on display. It has a whole new look about the shop. Stop in to see. If you drive the short street alongside of the Horseshoe parking lot you’ll drive right into it.
It is one block behind Lost Treasures on Danville St.