3/31/2008
3/30/2008
The Debate Continues
Last night Larry and I went out for a bite and then headed down to the beach. We were going to do some night time Kayaking, but a front had passed through making for some very turbulent waters. We hiked around the rocks and took some pictures. I cut my toe open on a sharp piece of lava (what's new?).
As we toodled around, we began to discuss Earth Hour and its importance. Larry shared his opinion that Earth Hour itself won't do anything to cut carbon emissions, that the production from the energy plants won't change for that hour. This is obvious to me. I might be a perpetual optimist and even a bit naive, but I am no fool. I understand how electricity works, and that turning off your lights for one hour will not shut down production. In fact, our lights were off more than just than that one hour because we were at the beach. I began to debate with him.
There is probably nothing more mentally stimulating to me than a good debate with my husband. We spar words, ideas, and philosophies, and it never gets personal, nor is the expectation that one should change their opinions to conform to the others.
I posed to him, "then why do it?" "Why do millions of humans feel it is important, including me?" At first he didn't know why. "Because it means something!" I exclaimed. What I meant is that by taking one Earth Hour, turning off your lights, and taking action has meaning. It is taking a stand for change. It is a moment of unified solidarity for Hope that we can and will change our habits and abuses. A person such as myself, feels the overwhelming cruelty and and greed that governs a lot the world. Those like me need to feel Hope that we have a voice and we can make a difference. At the very least, it is an educational tool for the next generations.
If enough people stop buying a ticket for a particular flight, then eventually the airline will cancel the flight. If enough people cut their use (electrical, petrol, waste), then eventually the companies will produce less....cutting emissions. This might take decades to do, with more aggressive policies, but it can happen.
I sat on the beach watching the darkness fall and the stars twinkle. With the sound of the waves hitting the shore and the outline of the Mountains casting a mystical shadow in the distance, I thought to myself, "How can I do nothing? How can I just sit by and take no action? Doesn't anyone else see the beauty we have? Doesn't anyone else see the gift we have been given?" For me, that is all I have to ask to know what action to take.
As we toodled around, we began to discuss Earth Hour and its importance. Larry shared his opinion that Earth Hour itself won't do anything to cut carbon emissions, that the production from the energy plants won't change for that hour. This is obvious to me. I might be a perpetual optimist and even a bit naive, but I am no fool. I understand how electricity works, and that turning off your lights for one hour will not shut down production. In fact, our lights were off more than just than that one hour because we were at the beach. I began to debate with him.
There is probably nothing more mentally stimulating to me than a good debate with my husband. We spar words, ideas, and philosophies, and it never gets personal, nor is the expectation that one should change their opinions to conform to the others.
I posed to him, "then why do it?" "Why do millions of humans feel it is important, including me?" At first he didn't know why. "Because it means something!" I exclaimed. What I meant is that by taking one Earth Hour, turning off your lights, and taking action has meaning. It is taking a stand for change. It is a moment of unified solidarity for Hope that we can and will change our habits and abuses. A person such as myself, feels the overwhelming cruelty and and greed that governs a lot the world. Those like me need to feel Hope that we have a voice and we can make a difference. At the very least, it is an educational tool for the next generations.
If enough people stop buying a ticket for a particular flight, then eventually the airline will cancel the flight. If enough people cut their use (electrical, petrol, waste), then eventually the companies will produce less....cutting emissions. This might take decades to do, with more aggressive policies, but it can happen.
I sat on the beach watching the darkness fall and the stars twinkle. With the sound of the waves hitting the shore and the outline of the Mountains casting a mystical shadow in the distance, I thought to myself, "How can I do nothing? How can I just sit by and take no action? Doesn't anyone else see the beauty we have? Doesn't anyone else see the gift we have been given?" For me, that is all I have to ask to know what action to take.
3/29/2008
Earth Hour
Tonight, no matter were you are in the world, light some candles, turn off the TV, the computer, and the lights for one hour starting at 8pm. What can one do for that hour without electricity? Pretend you are your ancestors that have just arrived to the new world, tell Ghost stories, sleep, read by candle light, make love, walk around naked since no one can see you. You get the idea. Honolulu is one of the cities that has signed up to participate, and sadly there aren't many cities in the US that are participating, but that doesn't mean YOU can't.
Do you part. It is as simple as turning a switch.
3/27/2008
Dancing with Matilda
I am back to Hawaii. After a wonderful, amazing, busy adventure in Australia, I have returned to the U.S.. I have to admit that I almost cried when I got on the plane to come home. I really loved it there. Life is so free in Australia. I have so many stories, so many observations. I love the people, the places, even their government. I enjoyed that the focus in life is in living life, and enjoying your mates. I loved the desire for Eco living. This does not appear to be out of pressure, but more as a general acceptance of how one must live to be sustainable. I love that in every space there is some piece of creative focus, whether it is architecture, or park design, or a piece of sculpture. I loved that people didn't struggle with my name. In fact they felt a bit of connection with me because of it. And for some reason the blokes found me rather handsome. I don't know why, but if you ask my husband, he'll tell you all about it.
I did feel sometimes our "Americanism" came out somehow. I still don't understand it, but when we would go out to dinner, people would just turn and stare at us. I thought maybe it was because of my husbands size (Rugby size), but then Australians have a rather large build to begin with, both men and women. I spent a bit of time trying to analyze the accent. I won't go into a lot of detail here, but I did find a few things rather interesting. When explaining something to you, they end each sentence modifying the last word sound to end like a question. Probably the funniest colloquialism that I came across; "budgy smugglers." Think on that one a bit, and I tell you what its reference is to later on. They say, "oh no" a lot when reacting to not so good news or surprises. When they say "no," it comes out "noyw." That is the best way I can spell it without using IPA, which would probably confuse even more.
Most Americans think that Australia is smaller than it actually is. Probably because it is out there on its own. All of Europe fits inside Australia's boundaries. So no, I did not get to Ularu, the Great Barrier Reef, or even Melbourne. Larry worked for a week, so we just didn't have the time to go too far. Melbourne is a 9 hour drive, the Reef is a 3 day drive from Sydney, and Ularu is about the same.
I did keep up on my journal a bit, give a day or two. I also took some 300 pictures. I think they help tell the story too. I will try and pick only a couple from my collection. I will post some of my journal later.
Sunrise from the Harbor Bridge looking at Sydney.
Same day and time, looking at the Opera house
Downtown Sydney. I love the angle I got on this shot.
A painting on the side of a highway. This portrays "The Rocks" in the early 1900s.
City scape from the Botanical Gardens. Our hotel was on the right.
Manly Beach
Larry, Clay and Annie
Canberra
Oldest Pub in Sydney
The Countryside
One of my favorites! Cowrashire at sunset. Looks fantastic, but it is very real.
Blue Mountains
Fruit Bats
Kangaroo on the side of the road.
Australian Flag on top of Parliament House.
I should probably stop now, or things are going to get out of control. Please click them open and see them in their larger, original size.
Finally...
Us in the Blue Mountains
I will put my pictures on Flickr, so you see more of Australia there.
3/17/2008
Hello from Down Under!!
G'Day Mate! I am currently in Canberra Australia. We arrived last Friday (Thursday in the States) in Sydney. Having a blast! I have been keeping a journal, but the internet and access is not like it is in the states. I am paying $.61 a minute to write, but I had to do some school stuff anyway. Here are my journal entries.
Day 1 Sydney Australia
We have arrived on the other side of the equator. Yes, I did check to see if the toilet water flushes in the opposite direction, but as Sydney is more continental, they have changed the toilets (at least the one’s I have visited) to the European style “suck and flush.” First, I must give kudos to Hawaiian Airlines. It was my first time flying on Hawaiian, and I can say it won’t be my last. Talk about customer service! After being treated like cattle for so many years, It was nice to be talked to, considered, FED, hydrated, and entertained. First thing we notice was that a Australian couple with a young baby were sitting at the bulkhead row (the one with the wall in front). The flight attendants attached a small baby crib to the wall, so the baby could sleep comfortably (not to mention the parents). I found this to be a great convenience for parents with small children. Because of it, the baby was able to sleep soundly most of the 10 hours to Sydney from Hawaii. They also rent out small portable dvd players that came loaded with about 12 new release movies, T.V programs, and music. It made the time fly by.
We finally landed at around 7:00p.m. Australia time, 10:00 Honolulu time, and I have no idea what the time was in Utah. All I knew was we had been traveling for 10 hours and I was exhausted. We took a cab to downtown Sydney were our hotel was. The Intercontential Hotel was very posh and lovely. It overlooked the Botanical Garden and is a stone’s throw from the Harbor and Opera House. We were fortunate the Embassy here hooked us up with what is considered a good rate ($200 a night). We got to the room and unpacked. I jumped in the shower and afterwards noticed some unruly eyebrow hairs. I asked Larry if he would pull them out for me. When I lied down, and as he was ripping the hairs from my face, I started snoring. Yeah....I think I was really tired!
Day 2
We got up at 4:45a.m. (Jet Lag), and decided to get dressed and head out into the city. We thought it would be great to go watch the sun rise from the Sydney Harbor Bridge. Getting to the bridge we made a lot of wrong turns and climbed a lot of stairs, but eventually we made it with minutes to spare. We also found our way into a historic area of Sydney, Old Sydney. It reminded me a lot of Charleston, SC in the states. They call the area “The Rocks.” There is still quite of bit of excavation going on as they continue to unearth the history of the original peoples that landed on this continent. After the walk to the bridge, we made our way to a Starbucks for a croissant and latte. By 9 a.m. we were both a little tired and decided to go back to the room for a little rest. At 11 we decided to go to the Botanical Gardens which covers a large land mass. One of the challenges I have had here is the weather. This is suppose to be fall here, but for the last week, they have had record heat. All summer it was cooler than normal, but the week we arrive, they have record heat. Most of my luggage is full of light sweaters, jeans, and jackets....none of which I can use in 90 degree heat with 80% humidity. I did pack some light shirts and a few pairs of short, but it is still extremely hot. Around noon, we met Annie and Clay (Larry’s former boss) for a harbor cruise and lunch at the famous Manly Beach.
Later in the evening we took the train to the Olympic Stadium for a Rugby game. Rugby is more than a sport here, it is the culture of the people here. They LOVE Rugby. I was trying to learn the sport as the game went along. It seemed pretty simple, but very aggressive. I can’t imagine players are physically able to play pass the age of 30. The body takes a beating. It was fun, and I know Larry really liked it. The train ride was a sport in it self. It took longer to ride the train to and from the game than the game itself. The trains are pretty gross actually, not like German or Japanese trains. Even the Metro in D.C. is cleaner. We got back to the room and I crawled in bed and died. I think I might have entered a coma like state that night.
Day 3
Clay and Annie wanted to drive us around to all the beaches and surrounding areas. We checked out of the hotel and loaded up their car. We drove around to all the well known places such as Bondi Beach and Clay showed us the places where he grew up. His father was also in the military, so when Clay was a child, his father was stationed at a lighthouse on the South Head of the Sydney Harbor. He grew up at this lighthouse with views of the Pacific on one side and Sydney on the other. What a great place to have a childhood.
Sydney is a huge place, and like most American cities, the suburbs go on and on and on. After spending the afternoon with them, they dropped us off at a car rental place. We said Good-bye and picked up our car. Here they drive on the other side of the road, with the driver’s seat on the other side of the car. As we headed toward the highway, I kept saying “to the left, to the left.” That is the car mantra now. Once we got to Canberra, we took a wrong turn and drove a mile or two on the other side before we realized our mistake. Thank goodness there weren’t any other cars on the road.
Canberra couldn’t be more different from Sydney. It is dry with tall Eucalyptus trees everywhere. The birds are amazing, but it is a rather small city. Canberra is the center of the government here. The Parliament house it here as are the National Museums and Galleries. But it is strange that they are here and not Melbourne or Sydney. We walked around the city last night to try and find a grocery store for breakfast items. We were gone for 2 hours. There isn’t much here. I went to bed about 10 while Larry was ironing his uniforms. Around 11, a Colonel called. I about jumped out of my skin! Hello...it is 11 o’clock! I immediately got moody, “so does he need you to come wipe his butt?” I growled. Fortunately Larry knows me well enough to not take my sarcasm seriously. I like my sleep.
Day 4
Larry and I were up around 6, but Larry had to get dressed and ready for the morning of meetings he had to attend. I had some tea and breakfast, showered, got the laundry together for some washing, and spent a bit of time trying to get in some studying. It has been a bear trying to find internet access. Wireless doesn’t really exist, let alone free wireless. The hotel in Sydney wanted to charge $15 for an hour! That seems crazy to me, but I think Australia is a little behind on those types of technologies.
Around 10, Larry was finished for the day and came to pick me up for lunch with the rest of his co-workers. We found a nice shaded cafe for lunch in the Kingston District. Afterwards, we all headed to the War Memorial. We had the General with us, essentially he is the reason Larry is here. This a man that literally has the White House on his speed dial. I find I am little unsure of myself around him, and even though I know he is just a human like the rest of us, his rank and responsibility makes him seem unworldly. I chatted small talk with him, and will again tonight when we meet up for St. Patrick’s Day at a local Irish Pub. It seems strange, little old Bindy from SLC sharing a green beer with a 2 star General. Will someone pinch me please!?
Day 1 Sydney Australia
We have arrived on the other side of the equator. Yes, I did check to see if the toilet water flushes in the opposite direction, but as Sydney is more continental, they have changed the toilets (at least the one’s I have visited) to the European style “suck and flush.” First, I must give kudos to Hawaiian Airlines. It was my first time flying on Hawaiian, and I can say it won’t be my last. Talk about customer service! After being treated like cattle for so many years, It was nice to be talked to, considered, FED, hydrated, and entertained. First thing we notice was that a Australian couple with a young baby were sitting at the bulkhead row (the one with the wall in front). The flight attendants attached a small baby crib to the wall, so the baby could sleep comfortably (not to mention the parents). I found this to be a great convenience for parents with small children. Because of it, the baby was able to sleep soundly most of the 10 hours to Sydney from Hawaii. They also rent out small portable dvd players that came loaded with about 12 new release movies, T.V programs, and music. It made the time fly by.
We finally landed at around 7:00p.m. Australia time, 10:00 Honolulu time, and I have no idea what the time was in Utah. All I knew was we had been traveling for 10 hours and I was exhausted. We took a cab to downtown Sydney were our hotel was. The Intercontential Hotel was very posh and lovely. It overlooked the Botanical Garden and is a stone’s throw from the Harbor and Opera House. We were fortunate the Embassy here hooked us up with what is considered a good rate ($200 a night). We got to the room and unpacked. I jumped in the shower and afterwards noticed some unruly eyebrow hairs. I asked Larry if he would pull them out for me. When I lied down, and as he was ripping the hairs from my face, I started snoring. Yeah....I think I was really tired!
Day 2
We got up at 4:45a.m. (Jet Lag), and decided to get dressed and head out into the city. We thought it would be great to go watch the sun rise from the Sydney Harbor Bridge. Getting to the bridge we made a lot of wrong turns and climbed a lot of stairs, but eventually we made it with minutes to spare. We also found our way into a historic area of Sydney, Old Sydney. It reminded me a lot of Charleston, SC in the states. They call the area “The Rocks.” There is still quite of bit of excavation going on as they continue to unearth the history of the original peoples that landed on this continent. After the walk to the bridge, we made our way to a Starbucks for a croissant and latte. By 9 a.m. we were both a little tired and decided to go back to the room for a little rest. At 11 we decided to go to the Botanical Gardens which covers a large land mass. One of the challenges I have had here is the weather. This is suppose to be fall here, but for the last week, they have had record heat. All summer it was cooler than normal, but the week we arrive, they have record heat. Most of my luggage is full of light sweaters, jeans, and jackets....none of which I can use in 90 degree heat with 80% humidity. I did pack some light shirts and a few pairs of short, but it is still extremely hot. Around noon, we met Annie and Clay (Larry’s former boss) for a harbor cruise and lunch at the famous Manly Beach.
Later in the evening we took the train to the Olympic Stadium for a Rugby game. Rugby is more than a sport here, it is the culture of the people here. They LOVE Rugby. I was trying to learn the sport as the game went along. It seemed pretty simple, but very aggressive. I can’t imagine players are physically able to play pass the age of 30. The body takes a beating. It was fun, and I know Larry really liked it. The train ride was a sport in it self. It took longer to ride the train to and from the game than the game itself. The trains are pretty gross actually, not like German or Japanese trains. Even the Metro in D.C. is cleaner. We got back to the room and I crawled in bed and died. I think I might have entered a coma like state that night.
Day 3
Clay and Annie wanted to drive us around to all the beaches and surrounding areas. We checked out of the hotel and loaded up their car. We drove around to all the well known places such as Bondi Beach and Clay showed us the places where he grew up. His father was also in the military, so when Clay was a child, his father was stationed at a lighthouse on the South Head of the Sydney Harbor. He grew up at this lighthouse with views of the Pacific on one side and Sydney on the other. What a great place to have a childhood.
Sydney is a huge place, and like most American cities, the suburbs go on and on and on. After spending the afternoon with them, they dropped us off at a car rental place. We said Good-bye and picked up our car. Here they drive on the other side of the road, with the driver’s seat on the other side of the car. As we headed toward the highway, I kept saying “to the left, to the left.” That is the car mantra now. Once we got to Canberra, we took a wrong turn and drove a mile or two on the other side before we realized our mistake. Thank goodness there weren’t any other cars on the road.
Canberra couldn’t be more different from Sydney. It is dry with tall Eucalyptus trees everywhere. The birds are amazing, but it is a rather small city. Canberra is the center of the government here. The Parliament house it here as are the National Museums and Galleries. But it is strange that they are here and not Melbourne or Sydney. We walked around the city last night to try and find a grocery store for breakfast items. We were gone for 2 hours. There isn’t much here. I went to bed about 10 while Larry was ironing his uniforms. Around 11, a Colonel called. I about jumped out of my skin! Hello...it is 11 o’clock! I immediately got moody, “so does he need you to come wipe his butt?” I growled. Fortunately Larry knows me well enough to not take my sarcasm seriously. I like my sleep.
Day 4
Larry and I were up around 6, but Larry had to get dressed and ready for the morning of meetings he had to attend. I had some tea and breakfast, showered, got the laundry together for some washing, and spent a bit of time trying to get in some studying. It has been a bear trying to find internet access. Wireless doesn’t really exist, let alone free wireless. The hotel in Sydney wanted to charge $15 for an hour! That seems crazy to me, but I think Australia is a little behind on those types of technologies.
Around 10, Larry was finished for the day and came to pick me up for lunch with the rest of his co-workers. We found a nice shaded cafe for lunch in the Kingston District. Afterwards, we all headed to the War Memorial. We had the General with us, essentially he is the reason Larry is here. This a man that literally has the White House on his speed dial. I find I am little unsure of myself around him, and even though I know he is just a human like the rest of us, his rank and responsibility makes him seem unworldly. I chatted small talk with him, and will again tonight when we meet up for St. Patrick’s Day at a local Irish Pub. It seems strange, little old Bindy from SLC sharing a green beer with a 2 star General. Will someone pinch me please!?
3/12/2008
Sitting Hopes
I think I may have found my house sitter for the summer. After a month of frustration, I finally found a girl that (knock on wood) will be sitting for me this summer. After I put my ad on a house sitting page, I got smacked with offers. A lot of them were retired folks that apparently do this for some inexpensive travel in their twilight years. There were some really great people, but they were also a bit misleading. They answered my ad saying they were interested in the job; however, they didn't just answer my ad, but many ads. When I would contact them with the details, they replied that they had already decided on another offer. It was really frustrating.
I got a couple of local people answering as well. One couple in Park City wanted to relocate to the city. They were interested in staying in my home so they could decide where they wanted to live. I read this as, "your house and needs are secondary, what is important is that we live in a place for free so we can decide if we want to move to the city." It became easy to read into how people formed their responses as to what their true intentions were. I think my favorite response was from a family member for a couple in West Jordan (a suburb of SLC). She was writing to say that her brother and sister-in-law with their 2 teenage kids needed a place to live for the summer, and this would be great because it would let them get ahead on their bills while having someone stay the house. Oh Lucky Me!!! Am I starting a charity here? Did my ad say Hostel de la Bindy? NO!!! Read the ad schmuck....it says no kids. That means NO KIDS!!! The reason I said no kids is because I don't want the wear and tear on my home. I don't care how angelic people think their kids are, kids are kids. I am very aware of the energy and destruction caused by children, even teenagers. I also said no animals, no drinkers, no smokers, and no party people. I did so because its MY house. It was painfully obvious that these people were just looking to leech off someone.
Just as I was about to give up, a new profile came up from a local girl who has house sat for friends and family in Utah and Idaho. She is 25, anally clean (a plus), works downtown, already works out at a gym in Sugarhouse, appears very intelligent, and most importantly wants me to know she is very responsible and has many references. My home is her up most concern, so that I can feel comfortable knowing everything is taken care of. I will have to hire lawn service, but I expected I would have to anyway. Her parents are Master Gardeners, so she has a lot of experience in maintaining gardens.
It appears we have an "agreement," so the next thing I have to do is a credit check. That usually tells you how responsible a person really is. I will also schedule a time to meet with her in person. I can get a real feel for people within a few minutes of meeting them. I will also be drawing up a legal document kind of like a rental agreement. If all goes well, I will be leaving in June and be living "The Life" in Hawaii for the summer.
Wish me Luck!
I got a couple of local people answering as well. One couple in Park City wanted to relocate to the city. They were interested in staying in my home so they could decide where they wanted to live. I read this as, "your house and needs are secondary, what is important is that we live in a place for free so we can decide if we want to move to the city." It became easy to read into how people formed their responses as to what their true intentions were. I think my favorite response was from a family member for a couple in West Jordan (a suburb of SLC). She was writing to say that her brother and sister-in-law with their 2 teenage kids needed a place to live for the summer, and this would be great because it would let them get ahead on their bills while having someone stay the house. Oh Lucky Me!!! Am I starting a charity here? Did my ad say Hostel de la Bindy? NO!!! Read the ad schmuck....it says no kids. That means NO KIDS!!! The reason I said no kids is because I don't want the wear and tear on my home. I don't care how angelic people think their kids are, kids are kids. I am very aware of the energy and destruction caused by children, even teenagers. I also said no animals, no drinkers, no smokers, and no party people. I did so because its MY house. It was painfully obvious that these people were just looking to leech off someone.
Just as I was about to give up, a new profile came up from a local girl who has house sat for friends and family in Utah and Idaho. She is 25, anally clean (a plus), works downtown, already works out at a gym in Sugarhouse, appears very intelligent, and most importantly wants me to know she is very responsible and has many references. My home is her up most concern, so that I can feel comfortable knowing everything is taken care of. I will have to hire lawn service, but I expected I would have to anyway. Her parents are Master Gardeners, so she has a lot of experience in maintaining gardens.
It appears we have an "agreement," so the next thing I have to do is a credit check. That usually tells you how responsible a person really is. I will also schedule a time to meet with her in person. I can get a real feel for people within a few minutes of meeting them. I will also be drawing up a legal document kind of like a rental agreement. If all goes well, I will be leaving in June and be living "The Life" in Hawaii for the summer.
Wish me Luck!
3/09/2008
Moms are always Moms
My Mom is in town visiting me this weekend. Yesterday we drove all over the valley, shopping, and checking out some sites. I drove her down to the old hood. So much has changed from when we lived there, neither of us can recognize the area. The old high school, which use to be a monolith in the landscape is now barely noticeable with all the barricading traffic and stores bordering it. We reminisced about an old friend, and what street the guy I once dated lived on. We, both in awe, noticed the still surviving SconeCutter. A place that would be my Friday night hook up spot in my youth. It was quite the center of teenage social networking. I suppose today they just text message each other.
After our trip down memory lane, we headed back home (my home). That morning, she had taken a quick stock of my refrigerator inventory. She was appalled at my food supply, or lack there of. What can I say....I'm a bachelor. My fridge is more for condiments than actual food. On the way back to the house, we stopped off at the store. She grabbed a shopping cart and took off, filling it with more food and supplies than what could feed an army. I suddenly felt 15 again, helping Mom with the Saturday shopping. The difference was that this time she was shopping for me. Weird! I just let her do what she wanted. I realized that she actually was loving it, taking care of me. Later that night, she whipped together a very healthy dinner; salad, broccoli, and chicken.
As I talked to Larry, I was telling him what she was doing, how she taking care of me. He laughed, "she is loving it, isn't she?" "I think so," I said. "Moms are always Moms." After dinner, I "accidentally" let out a mighty belch. "Bindy Kay!" she yelled. I immediately covered my mouth. "Sorry." I dare say daughters will always be daughters too.
After our trip down memory lane, we headed back home (my home). That morning, she had taken a quick stock of my refrigerator inventory. She was appalled at my food supply, or lack there of. What can I say....I'm a bachelor. My fridge is more for condiments than actual food. On the way back to the house, we stopped off at the store. She grabbed a shopping cart and took off, filling it with more food and supplies than what could feed an army. I suddenly felt 15 again, helping Mom with the Saturday shopping. The difference was that this time she was shopping for me. Weird! I just let her do what she wanted. I realized that she actually was loving it, taking care of me. Later that night, she whipped together a very healthy dinner; salad, broccoli, and chicken.
As I talked to Larry, I was telling him what she was doing, how she taking care of me. He laughed, "she is loving it, isn't she?" "I think so," I said. "Moms are always Moms." After dinner, I "accidentally" let out a mighty belch. "Bindy Kay!" she yelled. I immediately covered my mouth. "Sorry." I dare say daughters will always be daughters too.
3/07/2008
I LOVE this movie
Last night I was having bad dreams. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. Flipping through the channels, I stopped on a Movie called Chocolat. Most have heard and probably viewed this movie as it came out in 2001. I haven't seen it since its release, but as I started watching it , I remembered how much I really loved this story. I should read the book, but the movie is great on its own. Keywords: 1950s, post war, quaint little provincial town, chocolate, sin, love, passion, Johnny Depp, lent, redemption, the winds, chocolate, gypsies, and.....did I mention chocolate?
Chocolate has to be the most sensual food. I loooove chocolate, especially spicy chocolate. Have you ever dripped a spicy warm chocolate sauce over meat? It is fabulous. For a time, I was making "authentic" Mexican dishes (one of my many phases), and one of the meat dishes called for a chili chocolate sauce. It was heavenly. I think a fantasy of mine would be to soak in a warm, silky bath of chocolate sauce. The other part of that fantasy would have Johnny Depp in it, but as I am a married women....I have to keep those thoughts to myself. ; )
ANYWAY....if you haven't seen this movie, it is a must see. I posted a You Tube preview of the movie, but as of this writing it is a no show. Hopefully it will show up sometime.
3/05/2008
Seeking Truth-no easy task
Truth. What is it? Does it exist? Are there absolute truths? The last few weeks I have been soul searching and asking myself a lot of questions. I do this rather frequently, but normally the searching eventually wears off and I move on to something else. This topic, however, has stuck with me. Probably because it has no definable answer. What I have begun to understand, after some examination, is that "truth" and "fact" are not the same thing to me. This is a recent revelation, so recent in fact, that I used the two as meaning the same just a few posts ago. I now believe they are different. I found a blog by another fellow seeker of truth. He was writing about religion and truth. He wrote, very cerebrally, what I felt:
Part of the antipathy between people who take the Bible as literal truth and those who don't stems less from spiritual integrities than from language use. Truth is, a fact may not always represent a truth and that the truth about something may not always be supported by the facts. Truthfully, in fact, fact and truth are NOT the same word, though most people tend to blur the distinction. "Truth" is a larger and more comprehensive term than "fact". Facts are a subset of truth. Facts require verification or proof, truth does not. I can know it to be perfectly true that I love my dog and that my dog loves me but that doesn't mean I could prove it to others by way of facts. More importantly, that lack of factual proof has zero bearing on the truth of the love I experience. Another point, truth can be experienced individually in isolation from the sensory world, facts require experiential consensus.
I find it hard to argue with his logic. One cannot prove love; therefore, to love, to feel and understand love, is not a "fact" in the scientific understanding of "fact." It is true that I love. It is true that I feel love. Could we come up with some sort of measurement that would give us a defining "fact" that what we experience is love? Maybe, but then that may be different for each and every person.
That leads me into another thought, is truth relative? To tackle that I first needed to know "relative truth" vs. "absolute" truth. In college I took a Philosophy of Science class. What is the Philosophy of Science one may ask? I can tell you I still have no friggen idea. The class was a blur of ramblings and presuppositions. The professor was a high on himself Brit (no offense to Brits) who thought we were all a bunch of back country bumpkins. So why am I bringing this up? Well, in order to try to understand these two truths, I had to try and remove some bias. I ended up on a Philosophy of Science page discussing "truth" from the standpoint of Einstein, Socrates, Plato, etc.. . It was actually a challenge to find information on relative or absolute "truth" that wasn't biased either religiously or anti-religiously.
Here is a small excerpt from this page:
THE NOTION OF ABSOLUTE TRUTH.
If, by "absolute truth", one means non-relative truth, then the answer is: Yes. Socrates, and his non-relativist followers, would want to say that if a statement such as:
(12) The speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second
is true at all, then it is "absolutely" true.
So would Einstein. Indeed, his Theory of Relativity properly understood, asserts that statement (12) is an absolute truth, not a relative one. For it is a consequence of his theory that the speed of light is a constant. That is to say, the speed of light - like the other laws of physics - does not vary between one inertial system and another but is exactly the same within all inertial systems.
Whereas, according to a relativist, the truth of a statement like (12) can vary from person to person according to who utters it, Einstein holds that the truth of (12) is an absolute: it is true (absolutely true) no matter who utters it or in what inertial system they are located.
Any relativists who think they can derive support for their views from Einstein's physical theory, have simply not understood what his theory says.
Even here, the statement about the speed of light as "true" confounds me. Is it a "true" statement or is it "factual?" The speed of light is provable through scientific methodology. It is fact, and the statement is not false because we can prove it is fact, therefore the statement, "The speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second," is fact. Is it also true? Is it semantics of language, or is there a difference between fact and truth? And where does that leave us with the unprovable truths? I cannot offer facts that I love, no scientific method regarding the feeling of love. I know I love, therefore it is not false, but it is a truth as I know it to be. Is that not relative? It is at least subjective. It is a mind puzzle to say the least.
I continued on with my quest, but now I was more interested in truth and how it relates to belief or faith, particularly my faith. My beliefs are definitely what I have referred to as personal truths. I can tell you that there are many who would say that my "truths" are incorrect, that they are false. I suppose this is why religion, in its quest for absolute truth, finds itself in a stranglehold over its masses, thus leading to conflict within and outside its boundaries. I came across a writing by Paul Tillich that was written over 50 years ago. His writings are of a nature that incorporate the Absolute, but not in regard to law, to dogma, but rather in Universal love, or God.
But those of us who dare to face the question of truth may listen to what the Fourth Gospel says about it. The first thing which strikes us is that the truth of which Jesus speaks is not a doctrine but a reality, namely, He Himself: "I am the truth." This is a profound transformation of the ordinary meaning of truth. For us, statements are true or false; people may have truth or not; but how can they be truth, even the truth? The truth of which the Fourth Gospel speaks is a true reality—that reality which does not deceive us if we accept it and live with it. If Jesus says, "I am the truth," he indicates that in Him the true, the genuine, the ultimate reality is present; or, in other words, that God is present, unveiled, undistorted, in His infinite depth, in His unapproachable mystery. Jesus is not the truth because His teachings are true. But His teachings are true because they express the truth which He Himself is. He is more than His words. And He is more than any word said about Him.
Part of the antipathy between people who take the Bible as literal truth and those who don't stems less from spiritual integrities than from language use. Truth is, a fact may not always represent a truth and that the truth about something may not always be supported by the facts. Truthfully, in fact, fact and truth are NOT the same word, though most people tend to blur the distinction. "Truth" is a larger and more comprehensive term than "fact". Facts are a subset of truth. Facts require verification or proof, truth does not. I can know it to be perfectly true that I love my dog and that my dog loves me but that doesn't mean I could prove it to others by way of facts. More importantly, that lack of factual proof has zero bearing on the truth of the love I experience. Another point, truth can be experienced individually in isolation from the sensory world, facts require experiential consensus.
I find it hard to argue with his logic. One cannot prove love; therefore, to love, to feel and understand love, is not a "fact" in the scientific understanding of "fact." It is true that I love. It is true that I feel love. Could we come up with some sort of measurement that would give us a defining "fact" that what we experience is love? Maybe, but then that may be different for each and every person.
That leads me into another thought, is truth relative? To tackle that I first needed to know "relative truth" vs. "absolute" truth. In college I took a Philosophy of Science class. What is the Philosophy of Science one may ask? I can tell you I still have no friggen idea. The class was a blur of ramblings and presuppositions. The professor was a high on himself Brit (no offense to Brits) who thought we were all a bunch of back country bumpkins. So why am I bringing this up? Well, in order to try to understand these two truths, I had to try and remove some bias. I ended up on a Philosophy of Science page discussing "truth" from the standpoint of Einstein, Socrates, Plato, etc.. . It was actually a challenge to find information on relative or absolute "truth" that wasn't biased either religiously or anti-religiously.
Here is a small excerpt from this page:
THE NOTION OF ABSOLUTE TRUTH.
If, by "absolute truth", one means non-relative truth, then the answer is: Yes. Socrates, and his non-relativist followers, would want to say that if a statement such as:
(12) The speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second
is true at all, then it is "absolutely" true.
So would Einstein. Indeed, his Theory of Relativity properly understood, asserts that statement (12) is an absolute truth, not a relative one. For it is a consequence of his theory that the speed of light is a constant. That is to say, the speed of light - like the other laws of physics - does not vary between one inertial system and another but is exactly the same within all inertial systems.
Whereas, according to a relativist, the truth of a statement like (12) can vary from person to person according to who utters it, Einstein holds that the truth of (12) is an absolute: it is true (absolutely true) no matter who utters it or in what inertial system they are located.
Any relativists who think they can derive support for their views from Einstein's physical theory, have simply not understood what his theory says.
Even here, the statement about the speed of light as "true" confounds me. Is it a "true" statement or is it "factual?" The speed of light is provable through scientific methodology. It is fact, and the statement is not false because we can prove it is fact, therefore the statement, "The speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second," is fact. Is it also true? Is it semantics of language, or is there a difference between fact and truth? And where does that leave us with the unprovable truths? I cannot offer facts that I love, no scientific method regarding the feeling of love. I know I love, therefore it is not false, but it is a truth as I know it to be. Is that not relative? It is at least subjective. It is a mind puzzle to say the least.
I continued on with my quest, but now I was more interested in truth and how it relates to belief or faith, particularly my faith. My beliefs are definitely what I have referred to as personal truths. I can tell you that there are many who would say that my "truths" are incorrect, that they are false. I suppose this is why religion, in its quest for absolute truth, finds itself in a stranglehold over its masses, thus leading to conflict within and outside its boundaries. I came across a writing by Paul Tillich that was written over 50 years ago. His writings are of a nature that incorporate the Absolute, but not in regard to law, to dogma, but rather in Universal love, or God.
But those of us who dare to face the question of truth may listen to what the Fourth Gospel says about it. The first thing which strikes us is that the truth of which Jesus speaks is not a doctrine but a reality, namely, He Himself: "I am the truth." This is a profound transformation of the ordinary meaning of truth. For us, statements are true or false; people may have truth or not; but how can they be truth, even the truth? The truth of which the Fourth Gospel speaks is a true reality—that reality which does not deceive us if we accept it and live with it. If Jesus says, "I am the truth," he indicates that in Him the true, the genuine, the ultimate reality is present; or, in other words, that God is present, unveiled, undistorted, in His infinite depth, in His unapproachable mystery. Jesus is not the truth because His teachings are true. But His teachings are true because they express the truth which He Himself is. He is more than His words. And He is more than any word said about Him.
The truth which makes us free is neither the teaching of Jesus nor the teaching about Jesus. Those who have called the teaching of Jesus "the truth" have subjected the people to a servitude under the law. And most people like to live under a law. They want to be told what to think and what not to think. And they accept Jesus as the infallible teacher and giver of a new law. But even the words of Jesus, if taken as a law, are not the truth which makes us free. And they should not be used as such by our scholars and preachers and religious teachers. They should not be used as a collection of infallible prescriptions for life and thought. They point to the truth, but they are not a law of truth. Nor are the doctrines about Him the truth that liberates. I say this to you as somebody who all his life has worked for a true expression of the truth which is the Christ. But the more one works, the more one realizes that our expressions, including everything we have learned from our teachers and from the teaching of the Church in all generations, is not the truth that makes us free.
After all of this, I find myself with a better understanding of what I think and believe about truth, but I still have many questions. I don't know if I will fully comprehend "truth" as it relates to the human condition, but I guess that is why the human mind questions and desires to know more, to understand. The soul also seeks truth. Maybe it might be more appropriate to say the soul seeks to live the truth, which for me is love. It is true that my mind and heart often send me opposing signals, but on these matters, I find I am drawn to side with my heart. That truth, my truth, lies with love....absolutely.3/03/2008
Separate and Equal
Last night I was chatting on the phone with Larry. We always say good night to each other, even if the rest of the phone conversation is just listening to each other breathe. Out of the blue I asked Larry to give up his airline career and come live a Bohemian life with me. Be free and travel the world, healing and loving. He laughed assuming I was joking. I wasn't. When he realized that there was an air of seriousness to my request, he told me "that isn't me." He was right. It isn't him. He is a worker and likes the "American" life as well as accomplishments and success. I don't really care about all that stuff.
He then very accurately said, "that is you. It is a type of life that you could live, but not me." It seemed weird hearing the man I have loved for the last 18 years (in 2 weeks) tell me that we aren't the same. This should be obvious, I know, but still it sounded weird. Then he said something that threw me even more, "The house, the animals, and I will be here, and you can come and go as you need to." Huh??? He said this so matter-of-fact. For the first time I heard what he said and it finally really sank in. I heard "I love you as you are, and wherever this life takes you, I will always be at home waiting for you."
I suddenly realized that I can be me and his love for me won't change. Now I see that only I have been selling myself short and no one else. I have been telling myself the same shit that I spent my life fighting against, and worst...I somehow managed to believe all of it. I caged myself because I was afraid I would lose those that I loved. What robbery is it to tell people not to be who they are on the threat of being unloved, undeserving, unworthy? It is Hell on earth.
Larry spoke about those moments when I tried my hardest to shut myself up, to conform; I became dead inside and our marriage became rocky. This is very true. I didn't do myself, nor those around me, any favors by being the sacrificial lamb. It also caused me to blame others rather than be responsible for my own life, my own path and happiness. It was, in fact, easier to give myself over. Doing so meant it was never my choice. It is always easier to make excuses and place blame elsewhere. Thinking that it somehow relieves the sin is the greatest deception of all.
After the phone call, his words went with me to my dreams. The night was full of activity. I do feel in complete harmony with the direction my life is taking, personally and professionally, but now I am also starting to open up to anything positive that may come my way. My future, which I have normally painted black, is now a deep blue. I find I am wanting to hitch myself to a star and go forward.
He then very accurately said, "that is you. It is a type of life that you could live, but not me." It seemed weird hearing the man I have loved for the last 18 years (in 2 weeks) tell me that we aren't the same. This should be obvious, I know, but still it sounded weird. Then he said something that threw me even more, "The house, the animals, and I will be here, and you can come and go as you need to." Huh??? He said this so matter-of-fact. For the first time I heard what he said and it finally really sank in. I heard "I love you as you are, and wherever this life takes you, I will always be at home waiting for you."
I suddenly realized that I can be me and his love for me won't change. Now I see that only I have been selling myself short and no one else. I have been telling myself the same shit that I spent my life fighting against, and worst...I somehow managed to believe all of it. I caged myself because I was afraid I would lose those that I loved. What robbery is it to tell people not to be who they are on the threat of being unloved, undeserving, unworthy? It is Hell on earth.
Larry spoke about those moments when I tried my hardest to shut myself up, to conform; I became dead inside and our marriage became rocky. This is very true. I didn't do myself, nor those around me, any favors by being the sacrificial lamb. It also caused me to blame others rather than be responsible for my own life, my own path and happiness. It was, in fact, easier to give myself over. Doing so meant it was never my choice. It is always easier to make excuses and place blame elsewhere. Thinking that it somehow relieves the sin is the greatest deception of all.
After the phone call, his words went with me to my dreams. The night was full of activity. I do feel in complete harmony with the direction my life is taking, personally and professionally, but now I am also starting to open up to anything positive that may come my way. My future, which I have normally painted black, is now a deep blue. I find I am wanting to hitch myself to a star and go forward.
3/02/2008
These are the Moments
Today was one of those most perfect of days. I was lazy all morning, doing the whole dilly dally thing. About 2:30 I decided it was time to get up to the canyon for my exercise. Last night we received a light layer of fresh snow. I assumed that the snow in the canyon would have melted just like at my house. Instead what I was presented with was the most beautiful and magical day. I don't know if my words could possibly do it justice (and I didn't have my camera), but I'll try to describe it.
The trees were coated in the bright white, fresh snow; some branches had formed ice droplets that hung from the lower portions of the limbs. Behind the trees, dark brown mountains were lit up by the sun, making the earth tones more rich and deep. The sky was deep blue with a few floating clouds which made for fast moving shadows. My first thought was, "I feel like I am in Narnia!" I couldn't believe how amazingly beautiful it all was. It completely took me in. "This is God's self portrait," I thought to myself. Have you ever been so moved by something of such immense beauty that it produces such deep emotion and completely penetrates you? That is how I felt today, and all by doing something as simple as walking up this little canyon.
As I came back down the hill, I was overcome with the impermanence of it all. The wind started blowing hard; tossing the snow off the trees, and dusting me with soft powder. The sun had progressed just enough to change the shadows. I began to realize that had I been there at any other moment, at any other time of the day, on any other day, I would have missed it all. As I rounded the last corner and could see the parked cars ahead of me, I found myself once again in a state of Gratitude. The only words that came into my mind....."thank you, thank you , thank you."
The trees were coated in the bright white, fresh snow; some branches had formed ice droplets that hung from the lower portions of the limbs. Behind the trees, dark brown mountains were lit up by the sun, making the earth tones more rich and deep. The sky was deep blue with a few floating clouds which made for fast moving shadows. My first thought was, "I feel like I am in Narnia!" I couldn't believe how amazingly beautiful it all was. It completely took me in. "This is God's self portrait," I thought to myself. Have you ever been so moved by something of such immense beauty that it produces such deep emotion and completely penetrates you? That is how I felt today, and all by doing something as simple as walking up this little canyon.
As I came back down the hill, I was overcome with the impermanence of it all. The wind started blowing hard; tossing the snow off the trees, and dusting me with soft powder. The sun had progressed just enough to change the shadows. I began to realize that had I been there at any other moment, at any other time of the day, on any other day, I would have missed it all. As I rounded the last corner and could see the parked cars ahead of me, I found myself once again in a state of Gratitude. The only words that came into my mind....."thank you, thank you , thank you."
3/01/2008
The Good, the Great, the Bad, and a little Hocus Pocus
Happy March 1st!!
The Good: Yesterday I went on my normal run up city creek and actually found it to be a bit easier. My body was telling me it could take more punishment. I lost myself in my thoughts rather than being consumed in the quest for oxygen. Let us all say a big HURRAH!! It took a month of running 3-4 times a week (with a hot week in Hawaii), but I am finally seeing a small step of improvement. I will admit that I never thought I would. Now lets hope I didn't just jinx myself.
The Great: After my run, I stopped by Wild Oats (which is now Whole Foods) and picked up some Ahi tuna for dinner. I made a honey-ginger marinade and glaze, seared the tuna, steamed some asparagus, and served it with a couple of slices of a french baguette. I scarfed it down like it was chocolate mousse. It was so amazingly good. It was the best fish dinner I have ever made!
The Bad: I took my little cat in to the vet yesterday. I have noticed that she seems to be running into things that are right in front of her face. I brought this to the attention of the vet. She checked her eyes, and sure enough my instincts were correct, she is going blind. My poor kitty, she is not yet 3 years old and had such a hard start in this world. I think my vet felt somewhat obligated to me, as if because she entrusted this little survivor to me, it is her fault I am plagued with all these problems. I absolutely love my cat and could never find her to be an inconvenience. Blind or not blind, she is my cat and will have a comfortable, loving home.
A little Hocus Pocus: Last night after my filling dinner, I spent some time goofing off on the Internet. I started to reflect on the conversations Larry and I have had in the last couple of days. I don't know why, but I wanted to know more about this Astrology thing. Something about being a flighty, non committal Gemini just didn't seem right. I know, I shouldn't take it seriously. I think it is more a curiosity than anything. If I am not satisfied with something, then I will dig until I am satisfied, or just give up. Some of my Geminian tendencies: I prefer breath over depth, I love my freedom, I can move on quickly when I see a situation is going no where (except in matters of the heart), I am challenged in seeing things through to the end (I lose interest), I am animated when I talk, naturally photogenic, I LOVE to learn, but when I have learned what I have sought out to learn I file it and move on to the next thing.
But this whole notion of being a permanent "flake" who spends every Friday night being the "party girl" and is completely emotionally detached just isn't me. Most my Friday nights (when I am alone) consist of a nice dinner, maybe a little laundry, a glass of wine, a little Van Morrison, and a good book or movie. I have also been attracted to Scorpios my whole life, both in lovers and in friendships. My husband is a Scorpio, so is my best friend. If Geminis and Scorpios are so polarized then what gives? So I thought I would take it a step further. As I read over some astrology basics, I came to find that it is the moon that is actually more telling of our personality. In fact, the moon sign, was more important to Astrology back in ye olden times. This inquiring mind wanted to know more. What was my Moon sign? I'll give you a guess....yep....Scorpio. Not only that, but so is my Ascending Sun. I am oozing Scorpio-ness all over the place.
This actually sucks a bit for me, being so polarized. Nothing like surface depths, talkative shyness, being non committally committed (maybe in a loony sense). I am a freak'n walking dichotomy. If I am to take such information to heart, it makes a lot more sense of why at times I feel like I want to be two different people with two very different lives. I am also extremely sensitive and very emotional when I want to be. I definitely wear my heart on my sleeve.
The Gemini Sun-Scorpio Moon persona is as intelligent as they come. Geminis always look for answers, although they often have a casual interest in the world around them. Add Lunar Scorpio, and you have a natural psychologist, bent on finding meaning and never afraid to rock the boat. The Gemini gift of communication and the Scorpio soul vision combine eloquently (although the Gemini-Scorpio combination is an unusual one). This combination makes her both versatile and passionate at once. She can use words to paint pictures, she possesses a sharp wit, and being provocative comes naturally. This Sun-Moon combination is a fascinating one. The head and the heart send such different messages that she can be somewhat of a paradox.
I guess that is nice way of putting it.
The Good: Yesterday I went on my normal run up city creek and actually found it to be a bit easier. My body was telling me it could take more punishment. I lost myself in my thoughts rather than being consumed in the quest for oxygen. Let us all say a big HURRAH!! It took a month of running 3-4 times a week (with a hot week in Hawaii), but I am finally seeing a small step of improvement. I will admit that I never thought I would. Now lets hope I didn't just jinx myself.
The Great: After my run, I stopped by Wild Oats (which is now Whole Foods) and picked up some Ahi tuna for dinner. I made a honey-ginger marinade and glaze, seared the tuna, steamed some asparagus, and served it with a couple of slices of a french baguette. I scarfed it down like it was chocolate mousse. It was so amazingly good. It was the best fish dinner I have ever made!
The Bad: I took my little cat in to the vet yesterday. I have noticed that she seems to be running into things that are right in front of her face. I brought this to the attention of the vet. She checked her eyes, and sure enough my instincts were correct, she is going blind. My poor kitty, she is not yet 3 years old and had such a hard start in this world. I think my vet felt somewhat obligated to me, as if because she entrusted this little survivor to me, it is her fault I am plagued with all these problems. I absolutely love my cat and could never find her to be an inconvenience. Blind or not blind, she is my cat and will have a comfortable, loving home.
A little Hocus Pocus: Last night after my filling dinner, I spent some time goofing off on the Internet. I started to reflect on the conversations Larry and I have had in the last couple of days. I don't know why, but I wanted to know more about this Astrology thing. Something about being a flighty, non committal Gemini just didn't seem right. I know, I shouldn't take it seriously. I think it is more a curiosity than anything. If I am not satisfied with something, then I will dig until I am satisfied, or just give up. Some of my Geminian tendencies: I prefer breath over depth, I love my freedom, I can move on quickly when I see a situation is going no where (except in matters of the heart), I am challenged in seeing things through to the end (I lose interest), I am animated when I talk, naturally photogenic, I LOVE to learn, but when I have learned what I have sought out to learn I file it and move on to the next thing.
But this whole notion of being a permanent "flake" who spends every Friday night being the "party girl" and is completely emotionally detached just isn't me. Most my Friday nights (when I am alone) consist of a nice dinner, maybe a little laundry, a glass of wine, a little Van Morrison, and a good book or movie. I have also been attracted to Scorpios my whole life, both in lovers and in friendships. My husband is a Scorpio, so is my best friend. If Geminis and Scorpios are so polarized then what gives? So I thought I would take it a step further. As I read over some astrology basics, I came to find that it is the moon that is actually more telling of our personality. In fact, the moon sign, was more important to Astrology back in ye olden times. This inquiring mind wanted to know more. What was my Moon sign? I'll give you a guess....yep....Scorpio. Not only that, but so is my Ascending Sun. I am oozing Scorpio-ness all over the place.
This actually sucks a bit for me, being so polarized. Nothing like surface depths, talkative shyness, being non committally committed (maybe in a loony sense). I am a freak'n walking dichotomy. If I am to take such information to heart, it makes a lot more sense of why at times I feel like I want to be two different people with two very different lives. I am also extremely sensitive and very emotional when I want to be. I definitely wear my heart on my sleeve.
The Gemini Sun-Scorpio Moon persona is as intelligent as they come. Geminis always look for answers, although they often have a casual interest in the world around them. Add Lunar Scorpio, and you have a natural psychologist, bent on finding meaning and never afraid to rock the boat. The Gemini gift of communication and the Scorpio soul vision combine eloquently (although the Gemini-Scorpio combination is an unusual one). This combination makes her both versatile and passionate at once. She can use words to paint pictures, she possesses a sharp wit, and being provocative comes naturally. This Sun-Moon combination is a fascinating one. The head and the heart send such different messages that she can be somewhat of a paradox.
I guess that is nice way of putting it.
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