The Rhythm is Going Get You


In the mornings, I open my window to the music of the outdoors. The music of the birds singing, the squirrels chattering, the cats meowing, the roosters crowing and often the rain tap dancing on my patio. I begin to smile. I am reminded that nature has its own radio frequency.

When I return home in the late afternoon or evening again, I will open the window and its as if by osmosis the radio frequency changed. I hear music from down the street or across the way, only I realize I don’t understand the lyrics. Sometimes it’s Indonesian, or French and sometimes it’s Indian or even the Muslim call to prayer. Since I don’t understand the language, I am drawn purely by the beauty of the rhythm. I feel myself start to relax and smile and glide across the room and break out in dance.

Try tuning into these frequencies occasionally and let nature and the natural flow of your energy play for you what you most need to hear.

I promise, “the rhythm will get you and make you either smile and or dance or both.

“Soon No More”


The fruit here is sweeter than I have ever tasted and the variety is amazing, but the Mango is my all time favorite fruit.
Living here I knew I could have it whenever I wanted. So I thought.

Call me naive but living in a tropical region I did not think it would have a season. The day I was told the Mango would “soon be no more,” I doubled my intake of Mango’s.

Every trip back to the fruit stand I picked up my beloved fruit, held it in the air and asked apprehensively, how much longer do I have? The merchant would reply, “soon no more.” I was told we were already two months past the normal life cycle of the mango, here in Jakarta, due to climate change.

My trips to the market became a buying frenzy. One Mango became two and two became three. I started freezing them, adding them to stir fried dishes, making mango smoothies and lassies. You name it, and Mango was in it. It was my desperate attempt to hold on.

Lo and Behold, the time had come. My next trip to the market I was assured the Mango was “no more.”

Have you ever noticed the magnitude and longing for something are amplified when it’s soon to be “no more?” Life sure is funny that way.

Mysteries of Indonesia

I often ask myself why…

*In the middle of a traffic jam, the guy on the scooter behind me continually honks at me to move. I have one of two options; to drive into a coverless manhole on the left or run over the mother with a child on her scooter on the right.
*While shopping for apparel the store clerk says, “that looks so pretty on you.” It doesn’t seem to matter the long sleeve shirt ends at my elbows, or I can’t zip my pants.
*If I ask for directions, I will end up south of “more lost.”
*A person can smoke where ever he/she wants, but it’s prohibited to pee behind a tree. They have decorated holes on the ground for that.
*There are more designated Muslim prayer rooms than stray cats. To give you some idea how many stray cats there are, it rains cats and fried rice. *You pay more for a “pretty” phone number. Before making the decision to purchase my ordinary number, I should have asked if having an appealing number would change the nature of my incoming calls.                                                 *Going out to eat you order what you like and you like what you get. There are no substitutions. But, I say what if I want onions in my omelette instead of tomatoes. The bewildered waitress looks at me, smiles, shakes her head no as if to say I am sorry the ingredients on the box says tomatoes. *Indonesians always smile. ALWAYS!
Maybe it’s because they have never seen a Caucasian, who cannot zip her pants.


In a Blink of an Eye

Life can change so suddenly.
Yes, change is inevitable and yet, at times, I wonder why I find myself not dancing to its melody.
Change is not always the smell of rain and roses. Well at least not in the beginning. But on the other side of the perceived storm of “change” lies a rainbow. My granddaughter Faith taught me that.
Since her passing, life has turned a new page in the book called “My Awareness.”
Faith wrapped her arms around all of life with a huge heart and a smile. I am breaking the rules. I am copy writing her epigraph, and I give you permission to plagiarize.

Say yes to life and all its gifts.

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