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Guess Who Sat Next to Me?

During a weekly session with one of my clients this afternoon, C was expressing his frustration of his numerous attempts to reestablish a relationship with his two teenagers daughters. They refused to even answer his phone recent phone call. It is easyfor people who do not know his life before he decided to drop the bottles and took a turn to judge his daughters, but lets not talk about them.

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, lean forward and whispered.

"Ana, do you know who sat next to me in AA meeting last night?"

"No, who?" I whispered back.

"A popular movie star."

"Really? Who?"

"Guess. He is very famous."

"A lot of famous actors are substance dependence."

"But he is very famous, you know."

"Why don't you tell me. By the way why are we whispering?"

"I don't know." And he laughed, "Mel Gibson."

"Mel Gibson sat next to you? Did he talk to you?"

"No, he didn't. He was very quiet, but he talked a bit."

Caught Between the Rain & New York City

A quick entry before it becomes an old news.

Through our blogs, we finally met in person.

I only know her through reading her blog. I love her writing style. And I've always marveled and amazed the way she writes her blog. Even a short entry about her attempt to bake a cake left me a question, how did she do it?. The piece came out like a precious pearl. (I love pearls).

The wonderful thing was I felt like I've known her for years when the first time we hugged outside Times Square subway stop.

More of New York trip............

This, That & Glowed

I know I'm not coming down with a cold or anything like that, but my enthusiasm level has slid down to a dangerous level that I simply dropped everything I've been enjoying doing them for the past three weeks.

The last book I read was a week ago, Symptomatic by Danzy Senna which I finished in two days. Before Symptomatic, I went to bed at two in the morning because of this. I paid a quarter for it from  Goodwill Store. Two books I started three weeks ago, and are now laying around somewhere in my bedroom collecting dust, The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman and Any Place I Hang My Hat by Susan Isaacs.

I could blame the crappy weather, but it is not everyday the sun hides behind the thick cloud. I still could bundle myself warm and go out running, and I don't.

I've been an on auto pilot.

But, last Monday I treated myself with a 90 minutes deep tissue massage. I didn't plan it actually. I had an awful day at work. I got off the train at Downtown Crossing on Chauncy Street side feeling crappy. I stood on the sidewalk to cross the street, and I heard a woman's voice screaming at her toddler in a stroller across the street. The poor kid was crying and the mom kept yelling at him, "Shut up, I said shut up." My eyes lingered from the mom and toddler to the store right behind them. The word altTHERA  caught my eyes. I've seen the store before, but I never made an attempt to take a look or to find out what it was until that day.

I walked up to the store front  and when I saw the words deep tissue massage engraved beautifully among other words, I pushed the door and stepped in.

As soon as I returned a hello and how are you greeting from a beautiful girl at the front desk, I asked her if they took a walk in.

She said yes. They'd just a cancellation about an hour ago for 5:30 pm appointment.

A quick look at my watch. It read, 4:45 pm.

"Perfect."

The girl gave me a clipboard and three pages of form to work on. I completed the form and returned it to the girl. A few minutes later a slender woman in twenties came out from the back room and introduced herself as Beth DeBari. Scrap out the details, for 90 minutes my therapist unknotted the knots and the tense muscles that had been clawed and chewed my mental, emotional, physical and perhaps my spiritual self.

I know one treatment is not enough, but it 's a beginning to tenderly care my divineself again.

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This is an old news, but I voted for the first time since I took my oath on my birthday last March. The next day when I went to work, the people at work highfived and congratulated me. They said, it was my vote, it was my vote. Hah......hah......hah......but I'm proud of myself, I glowed.