Some healing

12/12/11

Growing up in Malibu Ca (among other places), there wasn't a whole lot of natural environments that were immediately visible to the city. It seemed that growing up there always had to do with driving somewhere, buying something, and then using that something to do the thing that you wanted to do, just so you could be in nature. The photos taken here, were of a lot, filled with dying crab grass. It was only used once a year for a chili cook off where trucks would roll in, touting carnival rides and cheap entertainment. Unhealthy food and loud raucous music was blasted in a five mile radius. I can remember looking at the lot, even in my rebellious teenage days, and thought to myself 'Why is this empty lot here. 

It is now a reparian eco-system thriving with a range of natural beauty. Cranes looking for fish in the ponds, tiny birds flying from fallen leaf tree, speaking together in a clandestine tongue. The area had been completely overfauled by the care of many of Malibu's citizens willing enough to devote volunteer hours and money. All the organisms living here are native to the malibu ecosystem that existed and thrived before sprawling development came in and took advantage of beautiful landscapes like this. Now this once abandoned lot is a home to so many humbly living creatures. Not only that, but the site is left to take care of itself. 

Walking through the scenery, my father and I saw how everything was growing together, that nothing  was tampered with. The plants and leaves that had fallen off the trees were able to decompose on the ground below. There were huge berms that encased the view from the many noisy cars speeding down the pacific coast highway. It really was a site to behold, none of which I hope to encapsulate in the phone photos I took. 

I walked away from this experience changed. Being reminded that even in a community like Malibu, there is still enough of an appreciation of nature to dedicate an abandoned lot to something like this. Sometimes we are given the opportunity to make a real difference, and use that difference to promote indigenous growth in the midst of an ever growing urbanized landscape. I am very happy to be sharing this with you. 

On another note, but on the same cadence of healing, my father was having some muscle strain in his right arm. He pulled his tendon 3 weeks ago playing frisbee with some friends. Per his request, I gave him body work. It was the first time I'd given body work to an immediate family member. And it felt appropriate that I give it to him. Although the issue wasn't cured, my father felt a lot of relief afterwards. 

12/14/11

After I gave my father another treatment, the pain completely vanished. I feel a sense of deep honor to have healed a man who has done so much for me in my life. Love you dad. 

A friend of mine once said to me 'The way you measure someones spiritual success is by watching them with their parents'. And that is certainly true for me. My dad and I got into it this evening about the usual this and that, but it quickly transformed into the right and wrong of the world. How my ideas were better than his, and blah blah blah. Ultimately I see it as an opportunity to learn how to listen more and pause...with some sense of grace. Oh mindful coyote, I have much to learn of your sage ways. 

PS Thanks to all the boys at BRAVO. That certainly was a good one guys. 

Tay