Monday, January 16, 2012

Dopplegangers and Other Mysteries




A friend of mine who is Valkyrie beautiful,called and spoke to me of a homeless lady outside of her building exclaiming that the shoes she was wearing belonged to her! The homeless lady was becoming a fixture, accusing my friend many times of wearing her shoes. This was laughable yet unnerving because the homeless lady truly was convinced that my friend's shoes were hers.


One day when my friend was wearing aviation sunglasses and her hair down a la Veronica Lake, the said homeless woman told her that she looked exactly like her deceased daughter. She was obviously grief stricken and derived comfort by seeing my friend when she exits her building .We thought that was the end of the story until, one recent morning the homeless woman handed my friend a photograph of her deceased daughter. To my friend's astonishment she was her daughter's doppleganger! The homeless woman also revealed her daughter's name and birthday and they were the exactly the same as my Valkyrie beautiful friend's. No sense could be made of this.


We pondered what the events were in the homeless woman's life that led to her demise. Did she break from the heartbreak of loss? It is just eerie that the deceased daughter is my friend's doppleganger and that she shares the same name and birthday. Parallel worlds? Crossover dimensions?


Is there a message from the other side that we are simply not "getting"?

To my Valkyrie beautiful friend's credit, her heart is empathetic and what concerns her most is that the homeless woman is not deriving any pain from having found her daughter's doppleganger.I am trying to convey that the the sight of her in aviator glasses and blond Veronica Lake hair is of comfort and not of pain for the homeless woman. This appears to be at the least, an episode from Twilight Zone and maybe even one of life's mysterious messages from the other side providing fodder for years to come.


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A Happy Healthy Hedonist



Strawberries may indicate the first signs of Summer approaching,but it is Watermelon the tells us that we are in the full bloom of Summer. The Egyptians have been cultivating and eating Watermelon since 4000 B.C. It grows on a vine,and is related to squash, cucumbers and pumpkins. Even if Watermelon is not organic it is one of the top fifteen healthiest and cleanest foods that can be eaten. As with tomatoes, it is a rich source of lycopene which is an antioxidant that is a cancer preventative.


Magnesium and potassium are plentiful,and so are the B 6 and 12,and a huge source of vitamin C. It is mostly comprised of water, rich nutrients and is a natural diuretic. Watermelon is good for pleasure and for weight loss. It is one of the best foods that a man can eat to prevent prostrate cancer. Aside from it's medicinal benefits there is nothing as thirst quenching on a hot Summer day,than mouth full of red and sometimes shocking pink flesh. It is delicious at room temperature,but can be refrigerated, but only for a couple of days.


Watermelon balances our electrolytes preventing muscle cramps, and is good for arthritic joints. So much of the soil that our food is grown in, is depleted of magnesium and so while enjoying the sweet succulent bites, we are replenishing one of the most important minerals for us to ingest. It is also a good food for asthmatics. While enjoying the juicy, sweet, fleshy fruit, no need to feel too guilty for your pleasure because for all of the details mentioned above, the pleasure will actually improve your health!

Monday, January 9, 2012

I Dream




I stand alone and in awe, in the dark night centered in the green carpet lawn, gazing upon the desert sky, illuminated by a full moon.

Drenched in moonlight I feel the moon, aware...Aware of me and yet of lovers wrapped around one another in love and lust, and all - knowing that I stand alone and full of longing.

Longing so deep that I want to leave this Earth and lose myself at warp speeds and feel our fragile planet become but a dot in the black of Space... and I, communing with starlight in distant galaxies and at one with all and nothing, surrender my heartbreak.

Heartbreak so accute that I can only morph into the ink of Space and become at one with anything and nothing and dream.Dream that I might try again to become a new someone and have the chance to perhaps, begin again.