Author Archives: Andrea

They just changed the way they size clothing

I just read that Kim Kardashian’s measurements are 35-26-40 and at 117 lbs (and 5’2″) she’s a size 2/4.  I thought that was interesting since when I was 35-22-37 at 115 lbs (in 1970 at 5’9″) I was a size 9/10. Now I see all the fuss about sizes!!!  All they are doing is changing size criteria, right? I just found this:

US standard clothing sizes were developed from statistical data in the 1940s-1950s. They are similar in concept to the EN 13402 European clothing size standard.  However, as a result of various cultural pressures, most notably vanity sizing, North American clothing sizes have drifted substantially away from this standard over time, and now have very little connection to it. Instead, they now follow the more loosely defined standards known as US catalog sizes. These are on average 6 sizes smaller than the original standard. So, for example, a size 12 on the old standard would today be described as a size 6, while a size 6 on the old scale would be what is today known as size zero.

That explains it.    Like when they talk about how “big Marilyn Monroe” actually was.  At 35-23-35, she was a size 8.  And Kim kardashian? She’s gorgeous either way.  Who cares what the number is?  Just stay healthy and fit.

Now I know why the tiny petite friends I have have such a hard time finding clothes that fit.  They would drown in a size zero if it’s really the standard size 6.  Vanity sizing.  What a riot.

Mild weather now=mild hurricane season. The best time to prune is after you learn how; seeing as far as I want to see

Sunday, May 3, 2009.  I’m loving the chilly nights we’ve been having, and the mild breezy days. The mild weather this late into the year always means the upcoming hurricane season will be mild also.  Which means no scary stuff for us this year.  So remember that a few months from now when the weather folks start pointing out every storm that brews in the Atlantic.  We don’t care.  We know that whatever they are, they will be manageable and just follow their course.  And even if they pass right through us, well, we’ve had big winds already this year and we’re still here and we’re still fine.

I spent yesterday finishing the billing and opening last week’s mail.  Saturday is also my day to use the sprinklers so they are on nearly all day, with me moving them every hour or so.  I have created front and back privacy walls of ficus, bamboo, arborvitae, turk’s cap, lantana, philodendron, loquat, mostly by just sticking cuttings in the ground every time I prune a plant. I prune by the moon phase, so I prune anytime from 12 hours after full moon until the last quarter, 7 days later.  Continue reading

Creating more work for myself; discovering new areas of unconscious behavior that no longer serve me, becoming the master of my mind

Saturday May 2, 2009. I’ve started a new bill paying procedure. In trying to consolidate tasks, sometimes I create an undue burden for myself.  I used to put the bills in my daily flip calendar, and pay several at a time. But sometimes days would go by and I’d be so involved in other computer work, that I didn’t want to take the time to bother with paying them.  That meant opening a new program, when I already had 5 open at the time, mid-task in each.  So as a few days would go by, I’d start feeling pressured to pay the bills every time I’d see the flip calendar full to bursting.  I knew I had them in there far enough in advance to not be late in paying, but it was the thought of the task that I let burden my mind.  As soon as I realized that, I realized I could solve the problem by simply paying all bills as they come in.  As silly as it sounds, that just never occurred to me before. I was creating more work for myself without meaning to and without knowing it.

Are you laughing, because you do it, too?  It wasn’t until I got a client that pretty much did the same thing that I realized, “Hey, I do this too, on some level“. It was me discovering a new area of unconscious behavior.  A behavior that no longer served me.  I’m real conscious in most areas of my life, but still ignorant and unconscious in others.  I am always glad when I discover a new layer to be exposed and held to the light for examination.  It always signals to me that an upgrade is in the works. Continue reading

Saturday May 2nd Noon Vegetarian Lunch Yoga Shakti Mission

This Saturday 1st May 2009, Tennessee Vickerie will cook a Guyanan Vegetarian Lunch which will be served at 12 noon at Yogashakti Mission. The menu will be rice, dal, rotis, tamarind chutney, pumpkin spicy vegetable dish and  tasty, hot potato curry.   All welcome $7 per person. Children free.

This Sunday May 3rd from 9 – 10 AM Mataji, Ma Yogashakti will give a lecture on “Purifying the Mind”. All are welcome to come and listen to Mataji’s beautiful message. No charge, but donations gratefully accepted.

Yoga Shakti Mission is located at 3895 Hield Rd NW, Palm Bay, FL 32907. A mile west of Minton Road, just north of Palm Bay Road (exit 176 off I-95) Call  321-725 4024 and visit  www.yogashakti.org

All welcome to listen and receive Mataji’s blessings.

My Cassadaga and Ocala trip

Thursday, April 30, 2009. I got up early yesterday and drove to Ocala and Cassadaga with the May Horizons Magazine.  I love doing that drive.  Plus I love getting to shop at the Mother Earth Market in Ocala.  Since our Wild Oats in Melbourne closed, I miss the wide variety of vegetarian and natural foods.  One thing I did discover, though, was that I make a way better hummus than they do!  I originally tried a (packaged) carrot hummus spinach wrap from the deli there and loved it so much that I came home and made my own version (recipe here).   So yesterday while I was there, I bought another one and ate it on the hour drive to Cassadaga.  I make mine with canned garbanzos and lots of lemon, garlic and parlsey.  After eating mine for several months now, I compared it to the sandwich I had today.  No contest!  It was quite the revelation.  Continue reading

Cardinal nest update; what story do you tell about your life?

Wednesday April 29, 2009.  I goofed.  I made this post before I left for Ocala this morning and thought I published it and find I did not.  Sorry about that, here it is. Well, no Facebook posts for you today. Yesterday I took it easy and stayed in my bedroom for most of the morning.  I typically fall asleep in the chair in the living room, proof reading.  It’s kind of uncomfortable, which is the point.  I don’t keep a recliner or comfortable couch in there because I don’t want to become a couch potato.  I usually get up after a few hours and wander into my bedroom about 3am for another hour or two of sleep before I get into my day.  This time I wheeled the laptop (it’s on a rolling hospital tray) into the bedroom with me.  My room stays nice and pitch dark, which is very healing and restful to me.  As soon as I walk into the other parts of the house, there is lots of sunlight, which wakes me right up.  So I wanted to stay in a restful mood as long as I could. It reminds me of when I used to travel so much.  I would get the best rest at hotels, since the rooms get real cold and dark, perfect for sleeping.  Half my time in a hotel room is always spent at the laptop working in the middle of the night.  So when I have the laptop in my bedroom at home, it has a bit of a vacationy, out of town feel to it. Continue reading

When death can be sweet relief — Seeing through the illusion

Today is the 33rd anniversary of my brother Bobby’s passing. He was 22 in 1976 when he committed suicide.  I view death differently now.  At the time, he was hanging with a sketchy crowd and I’d had to bail him out of jail for minor offenses.  He had a minimum wage job he enjoyed, and no high school diploma.   He lived with the love of his life, not far from his new daughter. He was going through a lot of things, mental and physical, and apparently it overwhelmed him.  He didn’t talk to anyone about his troubles, so who knows what specific combination of thoughts finally got to him.  Although I felt sadness at the time, I felt mostly relief that we wouldn’t have to worry about him any longer, nor wonder when that middle of the night call would come.  Nor how to tell my parents when it did.  It was something I had never anticipated.   I felt stoked that my heart didn’t feel ripped right out of my body, as it did when my husband died a few years earlier.  I had been meditating and studying yoga philosophy, and viewed each death as a practice in seeing through the illusion.  I began feeling connected to the essence of each loved one who passed and through time, it just seemed both natural and transitory when the bodies fell away- nothing to get upset about.  It is going to happen.  We go to sleep here and wake up there. I will feel blessed when it comes, while eagerly anticipating the next adventure.  That’s the thought I pre-pave for myself.  Continue reading

Animal Spirit Guidance website is coming along

This is a new website I’m in the middle of creating.  These are our temporary pages Animal Spirit Guidance while I get all the info together.

I know anytime I go online, there are so many pages to have to go through, that contain unrelated stuff, so I wanted to put it all on one page to make it easier to find.

And when It’s easier for me, I can make it easier for you, too.

I am still looking for artwork I can use on the site, I like the wildlife montague scenes.

Later I’ll add personal stories of animal guidance.

Stay tuned.

The best things that ever happened were not anticipated; When friends die; Seeing through the illusion; Reframing the past

The best things that ever happened to me were not planned or anticipated. I thought I’d just live in Miami and work in downtown law offices and be Della Street and that would be my life.  And it was, and I was happy.  I lived a good life.  I worked and played (even softball!) with a great group who all had substantially more than I did as far as material things.  We travelled about on boats and planes and helicopters to all sorts of fun party spots for weekends together.  Recreation and weekends that, had I not been invited along as a guest, I could not have afforded.  They were definitely unplanned upgrades to my life.  Things I didn’t expect or strive for.  They seemed to just spring out of nowhere, or as a side effect to me having a fun life.

The first time I went to NY, the Bahamas, Bermuda, I would sit and marvel to myself “how did I luck in to this?” I never gave serious thought to any life other than just working at the law office.  Life was good, pay was good, I got paired with high profile attorneys representing powerful businessmen and infamous celebrity types.  I loved my job and the people around me, and the clients.  I’d go above and beyond for my boss or the clients.  I became friends with many of them.  And, every few years, I’d feel guided to a paralegal position at another firm, for lots more money and I’d make the switch.  I had once walked into a complex job where the assistant before me did not keep extensive details about how to do the job.  After that, I made it a policy to keep a running account of how that job was done.   So if I died tomorrow, my boss could just find these instructions in the top drawer, and know where everything is and what had to be done in what file by what date.  I always did the work of 2-3 people and I loved the work. My friend Sunny Beckwith was like that also.  We’d crank out the work and it would be spot on accurate.

It always seemed like I was working in a fun place with friends I knew, for a lot more money and more freedom and opportunities than many of my other 9-5 friends had.  It split us into two worlds, and the pouty pusses tended to have the boring mundane jobs.  They had less choices and opportunities.  They were right there next to us, but not vibrating in resonance with us, so they wouldn’t see what we could see.

I used to think I was lucky, since so many things always went my way.  Then I thought I might be a jinx, since so many close family and friends were passing (1960-70’s the drug years).  Then I realized that I was indeed lucky, and that my friends had chosen to come in to my life so I could go through their death experience with them.  After the first few, I realized it’s important to say what you feel needs to be said and did not say in life, so that became my rap.  Just to get them thinking about what amends they might make to clear the air, to clear their own conscious.  Some people would rather go to their deaths full of guilt and frustration than voice their troubles to an unsympathetic ear.  That was when I became that sympathetic ear, I became someone who gave another perspective, another side to the story.  I was someone who helped them reframe the circumstances and events of their lives in order to see that it has usually indeed been an ideal life that just needed to be looked at from another viewpoint, a few years down the road.

I am always finding little bits of the past that float up.  I delight in reframing the events of the time to find links to my giddy Now.  The deeper I look, it’s all good news.

I never would have said, I want to publish a monthly magazine and be known all over Florida for it and be some new age guru.  I would not have applied for that job, had I seen it advertised.  But now 17 years later, I am still publishing Horizons Magazine and loving my career.

I never grew up thinking I’m going to be a fortuneteller and use my powers for good.  But in the late 80’s my mother suggested I apply to Psychic Friends’ Network and I worked for them until late 90’s.  I loved the freedom to do readings for a lot of people I didn’t know and I would work my job during the day and do the phone line all night long.  Even so, I had a lot of time and energy to do personal fun projects as well.  Life was getting better and better.

Then I decided I wanted to move away from Miami to Dallas where two friends were.  In the process, I met a friend at the law office and we began dating and I decided to instead move the next year 3 hours north to Melbourne, where his father owned property.  I met Mark Tietig at the law firm and gave him a ride home after a pretrial session.  He lived on a sailboat at a Coconut Grove marina.  He’d been blinded in a sailing accident and the firm was representing him.   We began hanging out and became the best of buddies and both decided to move to Brevard County at the same time.  My uncle built me a home in a section of Palm Bay woods, and Mark built his home in Merritt Island.  Once again, the Universe conspired to bring all sorts of good things into my life, just because I was already having fun and It wanted the fun to continue.

So, since my life can be like that without me doing much envisioning or pre-planning about it, maybe sometimes I get too resistant when I am focusing on saying my affirmations too often or on schedule.  There’s a fine line.  And right now, there can be something that I’ve already done, some work I have already created that is sitting in a drawer, that is going to bring me a contract or gig I would love to do, and I just don’t know it yet.  That’s all.

It makes me wonder what exciting thang is coming up for me that I can’t even imagine right now?

Something that will give me a quantum leap upgrade.  I can feel the tension building.

It’s going to be a good one.
You’ll be the next to know.
Andrea

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