I heard computer keys clicking when fingernails typed on them. The woman next to me spoke exceedingly loudly on her cell phone as she made her power entertainment deals at 9am. "I can offer you five hundred per day", she told the person at the other end of the line. A man walked up to her and said, "Could you stop talking so loud? I'm trying to read. This isn't a phone booth." She replied, "This isn't a library either." As the gentleman walked away, she looked at me and asked, "am I really loud?" I nodded my head and grinned. She responded by speaking more softly. No, this was not the library and not a phone booth; this was the jury assembly room. It was cold, boring and I felt as if I'd developed ADD within the first two hours of being there. I'd already read half of Barbara Walter's autobiography while laying on my back at the window wearing sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glare. My trusty jacked served as a pillo...
How often have you had an inkling that you should do something or not do something? Have you ever got the feeling that you should talk to a specific person or approach someone you don't know? How often have you listened? I have learned the hard way how important it is to listen to that voice of intuition. I truly believe that it is the voice of God speaking to us. When I don't listen, I am always sorry. Several years ago, I lived in a townhouse complex with an alley behind it. Every day I would drive down this alley to enter the subterranean garage and park my car. One day, my intuition told me not to drive down that alley. Since I'd lived at this location for three years and had driven that way every day, I didn't understand where this idea was coming from. I decided that it was a silly thought, drove down the alley, and parked my car without incident. The next morning, I went into the garage and as I approached my car I noticed that I had a flat tire. This was what my...
Ojai, California has many treasures: sunset and the pink moment over the Topa Topa Mountains, Meditation Mount, the Arcade, Bart's Books, and more. There is no treasure so great, however, as Finnish artist Otto Heino. When Pablo Picasso went looking for the greatest ceramic artists in the world, he found Otto. At ninety four, Otto still works fifteen hour days and sleeps only four hours per night. This summer when I met Otto at his home and studio, he shared that he wakes every day at four. I couldn't help thinking of George Washington Carver, who awoke every day at four, went out into nature, and had a talk with God. I wondered if all creative souls got their inspiration at four in the morning. Otto's bright eyes twinkled as he described clients who have flown in from Texas to purchase plates he created valued at twenty thousand dollars each. He smiled and his voice showed that even he is astounded that people pay so much money for a plate. Otto's work is so valuable b...
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