Normality is a foreign word. Today during my business meeting in Carousel #2 on the Santa Monica pier's ferris wheel, I shared about my shananagans at LA's CBS studios.
A buddy manages the building and took me on a late night tour de CBS where my eyes landed on The Price Is Right wheel. I'm a big spinner.
Prior to the big spin I was conducting 'research' at Disneyland and while laughing on the new and improved Winnie The Pooh ride I remember thinking life is beautiful.
I also shared on my ferris wheel business meeting that I was sore in my shoulders from attending Circus School in San Francisco where my superhuman circus instructor kicked me hard in the ego. Normality... what is that again?
We ordered cocktails. The guy couldn't take his eyes off her. We pretended not to notice. A notebook lay on the table. We wrote notes in it and funny one liners. Bars can be dull. The guy walked over. They talked. They laughed. She was kinda into him. He was really into her. She giggled. We knew where this was going. He said kiss me. She said no. They danced. He tried again. Kiss me. No.
She gave him her number. We left the swanky LA bar. He called 5 minutes later. Can I come over? Yes, but no sexy time. Ok. He comes over. Kiss me. No. Kiss me. No. Kiss me. OK.
They kiss. He stands up. Wow, I'm so not into you. You're a biter. He turns and walks out the door. She picks her jaw up off the floor. She decides biting a guys lip while kissing is a bad idea sometimes. SHUTDOWN.
-This totally happened to my flawlessly beautiful and funny friend last night and I've never laughed harder. I hope you enjoyed my short short story.
Berkeley, CA... infused with legendary innovation, inspiration, and intuition. On the move yet again, I found myself staying in Berkeley for a few days checking out the scene and practicing yoga. Every Sunday something magical happens below the the Berkeley Yoga Kula on Shattuck St. Karma Kitchen! Volunteers run an entire kitchen and serve incredibly delicious indian food... free to the community! A mock bill arrives after the delicious food is devoured and it reads, " $0.00 Your meal was a gift from someone who came before you. We hope you will pay-it-forward however you wish."
The idea is pay it forward. You may volunteer, donate lemmons from your tree, smile at a kid, leave a cash donation, or nothing at all. You should see this place! It bubbles with laughter, smiles, excitement, and awesome conversation. Most likely you will sit with strangers (new friends) at a large table in awe of your current situation while diving into yummy dhaal, palak paneer, mango lasse, chai, knaan, and peach pie!
The day I stumbled apon Karma Kitchen, I totally needed a dose of inspiration. When I left I had made friends with an awesome yogi, UC Berkeley academic advisor, a man whose wife had just beat cancer and had just celebrated an 'I'm not dead yet' party, and a floater of a man with a smorgasborge of knowledge on astrology. We all felt the buzz of good deeds walking out the door. With full tummys and giant smiles we said our goodbyes and I was yet again reminded of the power of paying it forward.
ool in San Francisco where my superhuman circus instructor kicked me hard in the ego. Normality... what is that again?
