I had a really great workout and yoga during the sunset tonight and made me feel refreshed and energized, and now I am at lotus cafe where I found this bottle #107 and it made me feel like a kid again, like something magical has happened because things like this don't happen in everyday life so finding this little bottle alone makes me feel excited yet mysteriously calm and very happy.
I model and see a lot of different people each week and see people in photoshoots or airports who are so caught up in there electronics that they don't take time to look up and enjoy the small things around them and this bottle helps me realize the small hints and shows me that it's worthier to explore my surroundings more.
Things that make my heart sing: Surprises, love letters, kisses, sharing secrets, good books, coffee, karaoke, that crackling sound you hear when playing old vinyl records, sunrises, sunsets, road trips, baby animals, old married couples holding hands, comfortable silences, and that feeling you get when somebody looks at you in a way you know they don't look at anybody else.
Ways I contribute to the well of human harmony: Practicing empathy and kindness towards everybody ALWAYS--even if some people make it really hard to do at times.
Most magical thing that has ever happened to me: I find magic in everything that happens to me (such as finding this bottle!), but I'd like to think that the "big" magic in my life has yet to come. Something small that had a big impact on my life: Probably way more things than I realize! Think of all of the times that you slep...
Back in 2003 I was a newly licensed Massage Therapist practicing in Los Angeles, and a teacher had taken me under his wing. An older man, he was slowly transitioning from working with his hands to teaching, and was a master of several modalities. I worked in his studio with him, taking some of his clients as he felt I was ready. There was an altar in the waiting room that was covered with relics from his amazing life. The only book, the only words, on this sacred space was a small book by the Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh. It is called, The Long Road Turns to Joy. I must have read it a hundred times. That magical piece of good fortune set a wheel in motion, and now thirteen years later I am a Buddhist Monk, an ordained disciple of Thich Nhat Hanh.
Just last month working with a group of teenagers at one of our retreats, we did...
We found our bottle on a Sunday morning while walking the beach with our family. We would ordinarily have been at church but various scheduling hurdles resulted in our walking the beach looking for sea shells and taking in the splendors that morning offered. As my daughter and I walked ahead of the others, I noticed something catching the morning light in the 50-60 foot cliffs that occassionally face off against the Pacific Ocean's storm surge. I pointed it out to my daughter and lifted her up to retrieve bottle 115 from a crag in the rock. It is truly fascinating to think about who put the bottle there, the number of people that must have passed by without ever noticing it, the waves that didn't dislodge it - all so that we could complete the circle. Thank you.
Sometimes the most memorable times are really simple and kind of silly, but they're usually the ones that make me smile. One time I found a small snail outside- there are so many snails around here, especially when it's rainy, but for some reason I brought the little guy in to show my friend. We watched him slowly creep over various objects and named him Ewwgene because since some people (including my friend) thought that snails are a bit gross. We wrote his new title on his shell and set him free thinking that if we saw him again we would recognize the name. How did you find your bottle? I happened to see the bottle by the Art Department office. I didn't have time to examine its contents so I took it with me.
I was happy to find it. It certainly brightened my afternoon. As for the image, I chose it because those tiny flowers (spotted while on a hike) remind me to stop and contemplate small things... which is maybe the best way I know of to feel grounded and establish a sense of perspective.
My grandmother was always known as the "baby whisperer" within our family. She volunteered in a hospital that took care of newborns that were born with their mother's addictions. She could calm an infant with just simple rocking and humming a tune.
Shortly after she passed away I vividly remember being asleep and her voice shouting " Caroline, you need to check on Sadie!" Sadie at the time was a newborn. I raced upstairs to find her lying in bed sopping wet from a leaky diaper. While she wasn't injured or in danger, she needed her mother. I will never forget thinking, that my grandmother is still looking out for babies and for me.
Even when we think people have left our lives, there will always be a connection. She is our guardian angel.
Fishing is one of the most inspirational things in my life. Its such a simple yet challenging thing to do. Patience is key if you want to succeed not only in fishing but in many things in our wondrous lives. I found this Bottle at Windward community college while I was in the library and I thought it was special because it had my favorite baseball number that I use for all the teams I've played for (#25). This is an awesome idea! This project showed me how special something as small as finding a little tiny bottle can make a difference.
What makes my Heart sing: Love. When my mom gives me hugs and kisses. My friend Fable helping me by getting friends to play with me.
Something that meant a whole lot in my life: Looking at photo albums with my mom. Being at my great grandma's memorial service.
How I make the world a better place: Asking people not to throw trash on the ground. Smiling at people, even strangers. I take care of my dog and animals. I listen to what people need. I care about people. Totally.
Most magical thing that ever happened to me: Realized fairies existed. I just noticed them one day. There are lots of different kinds, and my favorites are everything fairies. They exist inside of me - their magic.
A very small thing that had a huge impact on my life was the polio virus that left me paralyzed from the neck down when I was 18 months old. Though I regained the use of some of my muscles, I never walked again; I use a power wheelchair for mobility. My life was changed for the better by this tiny thing that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. I have had opportunities and insights that I would never have had if I had not had this major shift in my realities. I consider it to have been a fortunate encounter, though there are many people who cannot understand this and might say that I am in denial. Nope, it ain't denial, but I'd have to tell my life story to explain further.
A very magical thing happened to me when I was 20. On a road trip, we stopped at th...
I passed your bottle to an artist friend of mine, that I worked with on a public arts project in Sacramento titled "Open Circle" I asked him to email photos of it to you. -John
The sculpture Open Circle is composed of concentric circles and meant to be a place of healing and meditation. It took several years to complete and is composed of 30 tons of granite. Sorry it's not little but the thing that led me to it was extremely small: a thought about ethics and how they are constructed. Three sculptural elements make up ”Open Circle” and include a poetry wheel, a fountain with a bronze sculpture, and a vertical column with a water feature as the ”source”. Lighting and landscaping elements are also part of the artwork. - Located in Sacramento, CA