Monday, November 17, 2008

Avila Beach mystery - can you identify this sea creature?

Avila Beach is beautiful and ranks in my top five favorite places on Earth now. I have a ton of photos, but have a serious mystery on my hands. I took a bunch of photos from the pier but there's one creature I can't identify.


See if you can figure it out!! I know the first three....








A dive-bomber bird... very cool in action














A playful sealion...











A beautiful dolphin...









But what the heck is this????????? Whale? Shark? It's actually white, so I'm thinking whale (which Avila Beach is on the migratory path at this time of year) but Brooke is arguing with me that only whales that are in captivity have bent fins.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Favorite New Song

Addison Road - Hope Now
From the album Addison Road

If everything comes down to love
Then just what am I afraid of?
When I call out your name
Something inside awakes in my soul
How quickly I forget I'm yours I'm not my own
I've been carried by you
All my life
Everything rides on hope now
Everything rides on faith somehow
When the world has broken me down
Your love sets me free
When my life is like a storm
Rising waters all I want is the shore
You say I'll be ok
And make it through the rain
You are my shelter from the storm
I'm not my own
I've been carried by you
All my life
You've become my heart's desire
And I will sing your praises higher
Cause your love sets me free
Your love sets me free
Your love sets me free

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Forgiveness

God is great at giving us messages, we just need to listen to those messages. Sometimes they are subtle. Sometimes they are like a 2x4 upside the head. I recently had the 2x4 type of message.


D and I have been much more active with our church (Desert Breeze Community Church - simply AMAZING!) and have recently graduated from their Game of Life class, which was incredible. We have joined a small group (Pastor Ray and the church members believe life change happens best in small groups - and it's so true!) and I am so excited about the direction in which our life is going. I'm putting everything we've learned into action and truly trying to live by His word.


But then real life hits and I take a major detour, or should I say backslide.


Here is the story of one such backslide. Needless to say, elections can be energy-charged and emotional. We had a lot at stake during this particular election and the risk at which our country could potentially (and now IS) under, definitely allowed my emotions to get the better of me. (Especially given that two of my children are giving their life to their country which now has a Commander-in-Chief with absolutely NO military experience.....oops... that was a tangent....sorry). To make a long (and ugly) story short, I lost my temper with some folks in the line at the polls. They had failed to read the signs directing individuals with the last name A-L in one line and M-Z in the other line. Instead of changing lines once they realized their mistake, they decided to stay in the wrong line until they got to the registration table, so that they could simply move over to the correct line without having to "go to the end of the line".


Enter Belinda being irrational and emotional. I made it known that I was not happy with their approach (you know, the "hey, I just screwed up, but instead of inconveniencing myself, I'd rather have everyone else pay for it" - hmmmmm.... wonder who they were voting for??). I also made a comment as to the fact that if they can't read the signs, should they really be casting a ballot for the next President of the US? (yes, I know.... I was being a jerk). They became obviously as outraged by my comments as I was by their behavior, and do you think I would back down?? Of course not (see earlier note about being irrational and emotional).


Suddenly the woman turns and looks at me and says "Can't you have any forgiveness?" Ouch. There was a shock right to the core of my being. It stung. But again, I'm still irrational and emotional.


By the time I get my ballot and finish my voting, I'm feeling regret over my behavior and I keep coming back to her choice of words. Forgiveness. I look for the people outside of the polling location so that I can apologize, but they are gone. For the next week, it tears at my heart. It eats me up inside. I want to apologize. It's not them that needs forgiveness, it is me. I try to think of some way I can possibly apologize. Could I post a bulletin on our community website? Would they see it? Maybe the local paper?


Now, at the same time this is all happening, I have another long-waging battle going on. One that I have been praying about for awhile and really hoping to end, once and for all. It was a black, deep-rooted bitterness and resentment toward my sister. I felt it fester inside me like a cancer, it was all-consuming and constantly ate at me, threatening to overshadow any positive in my life. I was so angry with her and I could not let it go. When I felt my heart start to soften, I would think about the worst of the worst over the past two years and my anger would come back.

While I was traveling a few weeks earlier, I read an article about these four sisters. One had been badly burnt over 90% of her body in a small plane accident with her husband. She shouldn't survive, but she did. Her sisters pitched in, stepping in to raise her children. They visited her constantly, talked with her daily, sat beside her, cried next to her, and they desperately loved, prayed for, and supported their sister. She was a blogger, and while she lay in a coma, they updated her blog. My heart grieved for my sister, not in a coma, not dead, but simply removed from my life through unforgiveness.

But it wasn't until a week after the "poll incident" (aka Belinda's a jerk suffering from verbal diarrhea), that I finally got it. There's the 2x4. Upside the head.... hard. God realized that I wouldn't come to on my own through gentle messages. Nor through weekly church services. Not through discussion in our small groups. I needed a painful assault. And I needed the word "Forgiveness" to get the message.

The day it finally clicked, I sent my sister a text message. It was our first contact in over 2 1/2 years. The next day she responded, and we talked for over two hours that night on the phone. I'm still fearful at times at what the future might hold, that she might hurt me or us again, but it's ok. Because although I could never forget what happened, I can forgive. And as she apologized to me, I realized she was not the only one at fault. I had carried a self-righteous, bitter and unforgiving attitude for all of those months. I, too, needed her forgiveness.

She moves back to the valley tomorrow and I'm actually excited about the possibilities of reconnecting with my sister. We've talked a lot about DBCC and she has promised to check it out.

Perhaps the biggest lesson of my life, and it required the mirror to be held in front of me until I could no longer turn from my reflection. I had to recognize that person that was in the mirror.

A Happy Travel Story

As I breezed through airport security this morning and settled myself in at the gate, it struck me that it's fairly rare to hear a "happy" travel story. In leading customer loyalty training, it was all but a guarantee that a student would speak of their disastrous experience with this airline, or that rental car company, or a particular airport. Perhaps it's simply due to the fact that I have traveled so much and have thus discovered the easiest path, but for the most part I have great travel experiences. This benefits not only me, but also the nervous, bewildered, overwhelmed, and generally inexperienced travelers around me. Just like the dogs pick up on their "pack leader's" feelings and attitudes, a positive attitude is helpful, if not contagious, within a perhaps negatively charged environment of air travel.

Case in point this morning. I arrived at the airport nice and early (of course!) which would be my number one recommendation to anyone who is stressed about impending travel. I fly United and I love them. After traveling most every major airline out there, United is by far the best. If you have flown United out of Phoenix, you know that terminal two is low-traffic, well laid-out, and efficient. (to the contrary, terminal four is a nightmare. One that I will avoid at all costs - yes, even paying more to fly United to avoid US Airways or the other airlines out of terminal four). So RULE ONE - Arrive Early.

Devin drops me off at the curb and we are not rushed nor is there any difficulty finding a drop-off spot right in front of the door. I walk in and walk directly to a self-service terminal. Within a minute and a half, I am checked in and a friendly (yes, friendly) agent takes my bags. There are no lines at security, and I'm actually able to smile and have small talk with the security agent that is checking IDs. I am a Premier member, and although that allows me through the expedited security line, there's no need, as there is only about six people heading through security at this particular time.

I have the security check process down to a science, almost to the point where I find the routine comforting (yes, I think that qualifies me to be clinically insane - who likes the security process at airports??!!). I slip off my shoes, take my ziplock baggy containing my lipbalm out of the front pocket of my backpack, slide out my laptop, and toss my shoes, baggy, sweater and phone in one bin, my laptop in the other.
Rule Two: Dress and Pack for the Security Process - slip off shoes, boarding ticket in your pocket, liquids in your one handy-dandy zip-lock bag and easily accessible, pockets empty.

The lady in front of me is stressed, as is typical - I seem to always have the person in front of me who hasn't traveled, or is in a rush, or who is overwhelmed by what needs to be removed from their body, their bag, etc. But here's where it gets good. I smile, I tell them no worries, don't rush. If possible, I help them to grab another bin, hold a child's hand, etc. Today it was a dog, a little chihuahua, tucked into an expensive-looking bag. The owner was frazzled, trying to walk through with the bag, her shoes on, and all the time being stressed that she might be holding up the line. Remember, there's only me behind her and a handful of other travelers. I reassure her, help her get the high-strung pup out of his bag, and hold his leash while she slips off her shoes.

I walk through security and make a point to say good morning to them all, people that are doing a thankless job in a high-stress environment. Their faces look familiar, and although I'm sure they don't recognize me, I like to believe that they are grateful for a friendly smile and a kind word.

As I settle into my gate, I see the lady with the chihuahua walking by. She stops and thanks me again for helping her. Maybe I made her day a little better. :-)

And here is the other big lesson I've learned from traveling. DON'T STRESS! Prepare for airline delays, missed connections, lost luggage. Bottom line, you will get where you're going and eventually you'll get your bags. Bring books and candy (ha ha) and enjoy the interactions with new people. And know that it's not the gate agent's fault if the flight is delayed, or the flight attendants, or the ticket agents.
Rule Three - Don't Stress! Be prepared for the worst and grateful of the best!

Now, having given my Polly Anna view of travel, that's not to say it's all rosy. I still struggle with the herding/panic instinct that sets in as a plane begins to board. Perhaps it's the Southwest mentality of "rush-to-get-a-seat", but I cannot understand why everyone stands up and crowds the walkway at the first sign of activity behind the counter. I want to tell them all, "you all have reserved seats, the plane isn't going to leave without you". Why block the walkway?? And it never ceases to amaze me that people try to board with group one when they are in group four. I feel sincerely vindicated when the gate agent denies their entry to the plane and proceeds to make an announcement (again) that they are only boarding group one (or group two or group three) at this time and please do NOT try to board before your group number is called.
Rule Four - Sit down and RELAX! Don't stand up and stand in the way before your group number is called!

Other than Southwest mentality, I don't mind traveling and have actually learned to appreciate the experience (ok, other than hitting the wake of the previous plane at Newark airport - gave me a whole new perspective on NOT dying in a plane crash).

And major kudos to Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix - FREE WIFI! They ROCK!

Update to post - My flight from PHX is delayed (ha ha!), but it's OK, because I allowed enough time for my connection. I know that morning flights to SFO tend to be delayed, either due to fog or heavy air traffic. When connecting in SFO, I always leave extra time between my connecting flights!
Rule Five - Allow Sufficient Time Between Connections!

Another cause of stress, is the inability to bring on or find space for carry-ons. Keep it simple - bring one bag that fits beneath the seat in front of you. Check whatever you can and allow for the additional time to retrieve your bags at your destination. Really, it's worth the extra time to eliminate the stress!
Rule Six - Minimal Carry-ons!

Rule Seven - Don't have loud conversations on your cell phone at the gate. Other passengers really don't care that your child overslept, your secretary lost the report, you need a ride from the airport, you hate air travel, or that you have gastro-intestinal upset. Either talk quietly or text! LOL

Monday, November 10, 2008

Pure Joy...

for Sampson is that moment on our walk
as we turn the corner towards our house
and we drop his leash
"Home Sammy!" we yell
At full speed, he bolts toward his home
reaches his destination and turns to watch us approach
wagging his tail
and if dogs smile
he is smiling