Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Grounded...



Grounded…
January 5, 2013
2:53pm
Lihue, Hawaii


“Ladies & Gentlemen, this is Arthur your pilot, up here in the cock pit. We have just received word from the tower that due to a tropical storm and severe winds we will be “GROUNDED” for another hour…”


“Grounded” the word rings in my head.
I look over at my 3 daughters, who are bewildered as to what has stopped the in-flight entertainment from working due to the pilots PA interruption.
My husband is oblivious, buried in his mini and high tech gadgetry, allowing no outside interruptions from kids, wife or pilot.
I look out the window, the pouring rain distorts my view of the beautiful, Hawaiian men braving the storm as they muscle and maneuver the baggage in the late afternoon torrent.
Hearing that word “Grounded” combined with the rain takes me back to 1982…
I am 16 years old…
I am standing in my parent’s kitchen…
It is 3am and I have just arrived home 3 hours late (my curfew was midnight).
It is storming outside… 
I can picture my father’s jaw tight and tense. I don’t know which was worse the wrath of the storm or my dad. I see his anger, his fist raises… he would never hit me but he is so mad, “YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR LIFE!” Then he stormed away at my mother’s persistence.
The Pilot’s voice brings me back to the present moment. 
“… we are still grounded…we will give you an update in 15 minutes…”

“Grounded” this word has never been so vivid to me.
In retrospect and now that I am a parent, I realize my father’s anger was fear and I dread the moment I am put in that same position… because it will happen.
At 16, hearing those words, “YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR LIFE” sounded like a prison sentence… It was horrible… the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
Now at 46, I realize, how great it would be to be grounded for life.
It is what my morning meditation does to prepare me for my day… getting grounded.
It is what I have taught my girls to do when they are feeling scared or sad.
I have even given them rocks to visualize being grounded to the earth, when times are tough.
A word I have taught them… To help them…
They are too young to be GROUNDED (as a form of punishment); perhaps it is why I am only now remembering and thinking of the negative connotations.
I get it… I was grounded a lot growing up, but it was never explained to me as I see it now. 
When one has misbehaved, is acting up or broken a house rule, one is told, “You are grounded” as a form of punishment.  Really one should be told, “YOU NEED TO GET GROUNDED” get back into your body, you are having an outer body experience.
According to Webster’s the definition of grounded is mentally and emotionally stable.
According to Heather my flight attendant, the word originated from aviation… as we are now… restricted against flying, grounded.
My question is when did it become punishment, when really it should be described as helping one to get to a better place. I prefer to think of "Grounded" in the electrical sense. It comes from a physical connection to the earth.

It is 5 days into the New Year and I have heard so many resolutions from family and friends and so many include…  Being present… Staying in the moment…Being Grounded… 

The pilot once again interrupts my train of thought, 

“ Good news… We have been cleared for take off. Flight attendants please take your seats…”

I laugh at the contradiction, glad the flight is finally departing, but personally I prefer to be grounded… not taking off.
I should Thank my Dad, “for grounding me for life” what a gift.
I can’t believe it took me 30 years to figure it out.




Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Looking For Mr. C. Grey



Had no time for summer reading thus far and September is approaching...conversations last night turned to Christian Grey so due to a special request for a repost...

Mini Mall Parking Lot
Studio City 
7:32am on a Tuesday
26 June 2012 

I have run out of milk and I race to the closest grocery store to find it opens at 8. I am back in my car after a peek through the closed doors revealed a guy cleaning the floors and beyond him racks of Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker & Fifty Shades Freed…It’s EVERYWHERE…It haunts me…He haunts me…I can’t get away from it…even at the grocery store…It is a phenomenon…
I too have fallen prey to Christian Grey… and I continue to ponder WHY?
It took a minute to get into the first book… I think I picked it up at least 8 times and just could not get past the first few pages. 

But at my friends persistence and women everywhere talking about CG. I picked it up for the 9th time and for whatever reason it kicked in…It took me over… I could not put the book down…For 3 days, 3 books it was me alone with Christian Grey…I felt like I was cheating on my husband.
This is no literary piece de resistance…In fact, I admit I skipped over parts and the redundancy became exhausting.

But the fact remains, I cannot stop thinking about CG…he consumes my thoughts. I am obviously in need of a distraction at this particular moment in time, for why else could I possibly be so taken by this man…the red room…I even have found myself checking my lingerie in the mirror…do I care if he rips this pair?

I hear a helicopter in the distance…Is it Charlie Tango?
I see a jogger pass by…The sun is beating down and creates crystals on his glistening, ripped body… Is that CG out for a morning jog?
How can I not think about him…everyone is talking about him.
I hear Bob Marley,  “Everything is going to be all Right” blaring as a car pulls up next to me in the space beside me. It is an Audi…I mean really.
I find myself looking for the jogger will he pass back my way on his return home?
It is now 7:52…The shop opens in 8 minutes…

8 more minutes to daydream about CG…Snap out of it…You are a 45 year old, happily married mother of three, working, busy and YOU ARE OBSESSED.

A great escape is how recently summed it up to a friend in Chicago having her own CG moment.  Who isn’t in need of a complete lobotomy now and again? That is what these 3 books have achieved… Call it a beach read…call it what you may…the bottom line is...It’s like a good movie, a great 2 day spa escape…a Calgon moment…It took me away for a moment…
Or two…

I see the store is now open…I have groceries to buy and 3 hungry kids and husband (who I now refer to as my 100 shades of black) waiting for me at home…
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