Strive for Greatness
Strive for greatness, passover Easter message April 12, 2017, send Igoe California
Leslie Goldman #YourEnchantedGardener #PlantYourDreamBlog
Date: 4/13/2017 8:06:21 AM ( 3 y ) ... viewed 494 times
To Jaccie Phillips, who lost her wallet
Passover Easter 2017
Jaccie, this is a Spiritual Test to show you, you are not alone. Keep sharing your progress. Angels of Comfort and Protection.
PS...in 1990, I attended an important conference in LA down at the Biltmore hotel. I decided To save five dollars on parking. I believe I was sleeping on someone's floor in their rented room.
The first night, I parked in a gated garage for $12 bucks. The second night parking was five dollars,
When I came out in the morning, my loaded VW van that I had since 1972, was gone. I never saw it again.
I had a wardrobe of handmade clothes that a special elder had made for me in my van that I bought new in 1972.
The following day, or so, one of my debit cards showed up being drawn upon from someone who lived south of San Francisco.
People from the conference helped me get home from LA to San Diego.
People at the conference heard that many of my things, including my clothes, were taken.
One woman gave me a small and woven basket from Africa that meant a lot to her. I remember her saying, hear you lost everything. Here's something to start you off again.
One of the things I missed most, was my father Rabbi Solomon Goldman's shofar that he had used all his life and passed to me.
There was also an an enormous Tahitian squash that was a gift from William Rollie, (so?), One of the first teachers I have ever met who used the word "Permaculture."
The following week was my birthday. I remember getting up to LA somehow, I don't remember how.
It was the @Whole Life Expo in downtown LA and I remember doing a marvelous closing ceremony.
I met one of the security guards who lived in that area. He told me that gangs regularly had an industry stealing cars.
I went carless for numbers of months.
Because of the configuration of how my body works, there are few vehicles that I can drive.
I remember feeling pretty devastated.
Then, one day, my decades long friend, Morea Garcia -- The Healing Hands of Morea Garcia--she works the Hillcrest Farmers Market every Sunday with Moriah Guillot, Took me to Black's Beach.
I didn't think I could get down the cliff. She read me the riot act, for not getting another vehicle.
I got my confidence back when I was able to get back up that Cliff.
I did not have money to buy another vehicle. What was I to do?
I was part of a number of spiritual communities back then and I had friends in a number of them.
A vehicle finally showed up that I could drive.
It was Jay Robb's 1968 VW van, that he called The Magic Bus.
It was Morea's coaching that got me off my pity pot.
There were about 30 or more members of the San Diego spiritual community who gave me $20 or more so I could put together the $2000 that Jay Robb wanted to sell the vehicle.
Jay had been a former resident at my home, and had lived mainly outdoors doing gardening here.
The van had a less than pretty exterior. For numbers of years, I let kids and others crayon the exterior. I was friends with the Rodriguez Family even back then.
I'm sure some of those young adults in the J R Organics CSA Farm Family still have memories being children who got to write on my van.
I'm not sure when I started to call it #TheEnchantedGardenMobile that currently is on a spiritual mission called The Enchanted Garden Mobile's Journey To Win Back Our Sacred Seeds.
For more than five years I've driven that 68 VW from San Diego to Santa Rosa, California, a distance of more than 1700 miles round-trip.
One of my housemates Adrienne Prince has fits the way I drive.
The truth is, after many years of long-distance driving, i've discovered I do not drive that vehicle, that vehicle drives me.
Over the years, I confess, those journeys to #HeirloomExpo, The National Heirloom Exposition, have been initiations for me.
Almost every year that I've driven I've had some debilitating physical condition from kidney stones to shooting pains down my legs, or butt pains that made me think I could not possibly do the drive.
That Van was once on it's last leg physically until I met my mechanic Mike Boone who's been loving up that vehicle for maybe a decade now. It was Wild Willow Farm's Mel Lyon's. (Cathryn Henning) Who introduced me to Mike Boone. I will always be grateful to Mel for many reasons, including forgiving my impetuousness during my growing up years where I was rather on the pushy side and disrespectful of other people's needs.
To tell you the truth, my life has been a community project.
I could never have become or grown out into the person I am now and will become, if I had not been lifted up hundreds of times. The San Diego community created me through ups and downs and help to me reveal my soul that at times, does impossible things in my own eyes.
There will never be an end to stolen wallets, Jackie Phillips, and VW vans that can be stolen during the night, or hip surgeries and moments under the knife.
There'll never be an end to feelings of betrayals, Lost lovers we can never forget.
There will always be loneliness. As Dr. Bernard Jensen taught me, the more truth you have, the more alone you go, Sasha Rock.
My friend William Spear taught me about how we are each a carving in a canyon wall, and the Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach taught me that we are scratched by our soul on purpose.
There's a part of me that grieves The wives in this life I never had and the children I never raised.
I only know I'm too young to be old, and that my entire life I've been surrounded by some of the most beautiful men and women in the world.
My journey is not over.
As one wise woman taught me, he careful what you dream and plant seeds, because you will surely get what do you always wanted in this candy store called earth that has every pleasure and pain we can imagine.
Strive for greatness.
Before the morning headed for the desert
--my hip hurts and knees hurt from dancing.
Thursday, April 12, 2017
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