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Is It Fate Or Is It Destiny?

 

Is It Fate Or Is It Destiny?
by Beach T. Weston
“Just Beachie Column”
Fall 2018

Fridays in Hawai’i are always referred to as Aloha Friday—give us any excuse to end the week with the shorebreak at our side, friendship, and a Happy Hour libation. It’s one of the joys of living in paradise (or visiting paradise).

It was on one of those perfect Aloha Fridays. The Palm trees catching the balmy breeze as if they were saying look how beautifully I dance the Hula. I seized the charm of the moment and presented two questions to my aloha friends. 

Do you believe in fate and destiny? And how are fate and destiny connected?

The chatter stopped—you could have heard a Whale sing. I had their full attention and proceeded to read from my ole dogeared dictionary, which I had brought in anticipation of a lively conversation. Knowing their thoughts could easily drift off to Aloha Friday Never Never Land, I quickly read the definitions of the two nouns, fate and destiny.

FATE: “The power supposed to determine the outcome of events. 

DESTINY: “The seemingly inevitable succession of events.”

While my friend’s took pause to digest the definitions, I continued: Is Fate another way to say destiny or do fate and destiny have two different meanings?

“In other words”, I said to my happy friends (who were growing happier with each sip of their tropical delight), “Is it fate? Or is it destiny?”

The question was a hit! Their opinions couldn’t be verbalized fast enough:

“Your Destiny is fate, and it’s going to happen…no matter what choices you make,” said the ever pessimistic Bob.

“No, no, no…destiny and fate are different,” Jane emphatically chimed in, “the actions you take turn into fate, but I think your destiny is set in stone.”

“Destiny isn’t always good,” Barb said remembering her neighbor who had passed. “I had a friend who was struck by lightening…was that her destiny or her fate?”

Not the most uplifting thoughts, but I was grateful my friends started the exchange of ideas, which kept flying faster than I could write them down.

My snorkeling buddy, Josey, quickly added her passionate opinion.

“Predetermined? I’m not sure, but I believe destiny is definitely the end. The grand finally. And fate is a collection of things that happen along the way to your destiny.”

Josey was on a roll.

“We can be indecisive, fussy and frightful when making choices, or choose harmony and make peaceful choices. It’s kind of like a road map where we can have a wonderful trip or a burdensome trip. Or it’s more like a dance—a two partner thing we create together with the Universe. It’s like Destiny is the bed that you make and fate is the hell—or joy you go through until you get to make the bed.”

Bless her, that was an extraordinary thought, but luckily another friend piped-in or she would have continued non-stop.

“O.K.,” said my aloha friend as he inhaled a portion of his beer, “if we’re going to use flowery metaphors, here’s one…not sure if it’s original, but it works for me. Fate is the thoroughfare to destiny. Maybe fate is the sidewalk running parallel to the destiny sidewalk directly across the street.” 

My friend took another swig of his beer, feeling proud of his keen analogy. And I have to say, I was surprised, for he was usually the light hearted, don’t-get-too-deep, jovial member of our Friday get togethers.

Fate vs destiny talk continued long after that perfect Aloha Friday. Whenever the amigos would meet the inevitable debate began. It was a discussion that never found an ideal answer—but it was fun to try.

Our lively, and often hilarious debates lead me in the pursuit of answers to the question: Is it fate or is it destiny? 

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I found an elevating theory from one of my favorite spiritual teachers, Eckhart Tolle, author of The Power of Now. Eckhart states “it’s not what happens to you, but how you respond to what happens to you that creates your destiny.” When you are angry then you will attract displeasing situations. And your anger will influence your choices, which inevitably leads to a darker or more chaotic destiny.

It seems as if Eckhart is saying that we have a predetermined destiny IF that is what we believe. But if we believe that by being aware of our choices (our fate), we have a better chance of creatig a different destiny, a better destiny. To choose calm objectivity rather than fury to influence our choices will lead to a more positive future.

For me, this way of thinking gives me hope. And when I have hope, I’m much happier and more creative. Symbolically, often it seems the Sunflowers in our gardens will never push through the thicket of weeds. But if you believe you have the influence to change your destiny it’s better to make a choice to pull the weeds everyday and give the garden fresh water and allow plenty of sunshine. That said, there are days when trying to reach for sunshiny choices can be like trying to clean your toilet using the palm of your hand. And yes, that is a gross metaphor, but you won’t forget it!

I appreciate, and use Eckhart’s wisdom throughout my day, but I also use the wisdom from a beloved little bug…Jiminy Cricket. 

Jiminy believed that when you give all your love to your heart’s desire, fate will step in and your dream, your destiny, will come true. And when you are upset or not sure which path to take, be still for a moment and “give a little whistle, and always let your conscious be your guide.”

In peace, love and brilliant choices,

❤️Beach

 

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Feed me Facebook! Feed me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feed me Facebook! Feed me! FEED ME NOW!
By Beach T. Weston
“Just Beachie Column”
Summer 2018

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Scrolling through my feed, I was dismayed to see an unexpected announcement from my friend:

“I’m deeply concerned,” she wrote, “with personal privacy on social media and I might close my Facebook account.”

Of course, her Facebook community responded:

“What!? No…we love you and your posts…please don’t leave us!”

My friend, whom I shall call Merriam, is a nice person—she doesn’t post mean videos or comments—and to realize such a positive person was experiencing a difficult choice was a shocking moment for many of us who look forward to her uplifting thoughts.

Merriam’s dilemma prompted me to ponder: What emotional-buttons were pushed to make Merriam and many others feel threatened, invaded and feel insecure about their presence on social media?

The answer was clear—fear was the culprit. Whether imposed or imaged…fear was the driving force behind Merriam’s reasoning to leave Facebook.

Fear can be a scary word—it’s a dingy place you don’t want to visit like in a movie when the protagonist wanders into a dark cellar and finds a mysterious box with an alien creature trying to claw its way out. I scare myself if I think about that scenario. My fans and friends know I’d much rather wander through a garden of butterflies on a sunny afternoon. I feel better just thinking about the second scenario. Therefore, I’m not going to make this column about fear, instead, my message is the opposite of fear. However, what is the opposite of fear?

Calm? Peace? Trust?

The people who thrive on causing fear are what many of us label as Crazy Makers—these people don’t like the words: calm, peace and trust. They prefer words like distrust, distress, agitation—and at one time or another, we have all been sucked into their disturbing mayhem. These Crazy Makers have a massive appetite for control—their mission is to upset our calm, set our emotions afire, which inevitably cause bad decisions to be made.

When I think of Crazy Makers, the first picture that comes to mind is the “Mean Green Mother Plant from Outer Space”, Audrey II, from Little Shop Of Horrors. Audrey II’s owner, Seymour, is a good guy with good intentions, and lovingly feeds the little plant that quickly grows into a monster plant and demands Seymour feed him more and more food.

“Feed me Seymour! Feed me! FEED ME NOW!”

 

 

But no matter how much Seymour fed Audrey II, the carnivorous plant was never satisfied. The once good-guy whose psyche was poked and prodded by Audrey II made terrible decisions and he eventually became a tasty snack for the man-eating plant.

The moral of the story: Don’t be lead by unscrupulous people (or plants from outer space) who only want to use you for their personal gains. When you are seduced by fear…snap out of it! Grab your calm and embrace the peace.

As I hop on Facebook daily to send loving messages to my fabulous tribe, I’m constantly reminded that it can be a wonderful tool. One uplifting post can bring joy to many. A positive post can change your mindset and turn a challenging day into a cheery day. A frown to a smile.

Speaking of smiles, Merriam continues to post her fun-loving videos and images. In her own words, “I’m not going to let anyone ruin my fun! I’m going to keep on giving posts that make me, and my friends, happy.”

Three cheers for Merriam!

As Eldridge Cleaver wrote, “There is no more neutrality in the world. You either have to be part of the solution, or you’re going to be part of the problem.” Merriam chose to be part of the solution and spread positivity.

Instead of allowing Crazy Makers to drive us lōlō (the Hawaiian word for crazy), let our kindness, our acts of charity and our sense of humor thrive. May Merriam’s resolve inspire you to always use social media as a force for good. Your positive actions will transform your energy and help give you more fulfilling moments…mirthful moments. The Crazy Makers don’t like you to be comfortable—so give them a pill they find hard to swallow: Humor, kindness and love.

When we decide to take back our power and help the world be a better place, it’s a magnificent feeling that spreads faster than Seymour could feed the “Mean Green Mother from Outer Space”.

In Peace, Love and Positivity
Beach

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Great People

 

Great People
by Beach T. Weston
“Just Beachie Column”
Spring 2018
(3 to 5 min read)

I often peruse my aged dictionary—the ole girl’s spine held together by a few threads—in hunt for an inspiring word. It’s a bit old fashion using a book instead of a smartphone or searching the web, but I like allowing the Universe to help me choose a word. I use my inner-guidance, and inevitably an interesting word grabs my attention. Recently the word great popped off the page. Webster’s definition: “Of much more than ordinary. The excellent. Fine. The distinguished person.”

The definition prompted me to ask myself questions: Who are the great people in my life? How do they contribute to my life? And how do I contribute to theirs? And should we give more inspirational credit to the famous? The Superstars acknowledged for their outstanding contributions. Should these exceptional people be considered greater than the average person?

We’ve all been awed by well known, great people. I have found inspiration from too many to name them all, but I will acknowledge a few: Walt Disney inspired me to believe, and with a sprinkle of magic from your fairy godmother’s wand…bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! All will come true. In the spirit of strong, pioneering women, who encountered many a pothole on their road to extraordinary achievement—two great women come to mind: Barbara Streisand and Maya Angelou. These women remind us to reach for the stars, jump over the moon, and be true to ourselves. And I must include the woman who always reminds us to be kind…Ellen.

While the list of distinguished people is invaluable to our society, for me, “the regular folk” are perhaps the greatest of people. The person who will never win an Oscar, sing a hit song, star in a movie, receive first place with their TV show during sweeps, write famous stories and poetry, or win a Noble Prize. I’m referring to great people like the baristas who cheerfully tell you to have a good day as they serve you your herbal tea. The postal worker, through rain and snow they shall go to keep your mail securely placed in Aunt May’s mailbox in time to wish her a Happy Birthday. The restaurant server who ensures your food is prepared properly, and for many of us, their service means we don’t have to turn on our oven! Teachers, librarians, flight attendants, bakers, pet sitters, babysitters, housekeepers, grocery clerks—the list is endless.

I can sincerely say without great people in my life such as my delightful, eclectic group of friends, my social media advisor, my stylist, my art teacher, and my sweetheart—Social media would have remained the scary monster living under the bed. My hair would resemble Larry’s head of frizz from The Three Stooges. For me, Picasso would be nothing more than an artist who gave his models funky eyes and a pig’s snout for a nose. And there would be no happy, Happy Hour—enjoying a tropical libation, holding hands with my sweetheart as the sun sets on paradise.

Thought: Think about the day-to-day great people in your life. Not only your family and friends, but people who are an important part of your life’s activity. What contribution are they making to your life? And what contribution are you making to their lives?

After contemplating your list, I’m sure you will find there are great people everywhere! Just look in the mirror and a great person will probably be waiting to be acknowledged—if you’re not sure, it’s never too late to begin a great person journey.

In Peace, Love and Greatness
💗Beach

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Seek Wonderment

Seek Wonderment
By Beach T. Weston
“Just Beachie Column”
Winter (January) 2018
(3 to 5 minute read)

Happy New Year! Or as we say in Hawaii: Hau’ Oli Makahiki Hou! (“how-oh-lay ma-ka-hee-key ho!”) I know, it’s a mouthful, but it’s a delightful way to start the new year off with happiness and love—with excitement and inspiration.

Happiness, love, excitement and inspiration are four great words: The question is…are you feeling the excitement 2018 is offering? Are you feeling the new year’s inspiration? Are you bubbling over with love and happiness?

As are many of us, I wasn’t sure I was feeling the new year’s exciting possibilities until my recent visit to “The City by the Bay”, San Francisco. The Christmas spirit was everywhere: Union Square hosted a Holiday Ice Skating Rink, serving hot chocolate and enough smiles to warm anyone’s heart. Christmas trees adorned with lavish lighting, shop windows dressed in holiday sparkle beckoned customers to buy their merchandise, and musicians strategically placed—merrily sang beloved Christmas carols.

It was on a clear, crisp San Francisco afternoon, I took a cable car down to Fisherman’s Wharf and strolled the piers—ending at Aquatic Park (Hyde Street Pier). It was a time of reflection as I pondered my goals for 2018.

In my pleasant, pensive state, I enjoyed the activity along the shoreline: People laughing, holding hands, children flipping cartwheels, locals walking their dogs—it was a peaceful, good spirited environment. The site that mesmerized me most was a group of swimmers from The Dolphin Swim and Boat Club (established in 1877). Each swimmer breaststroked their way back and forth across the Aquatic Park bay.

The Dolphin Club, whose motto is: “Swimming is cold fun!”, have been honored for their bay swims (including their annual “Escape from Alcatraz Triathlon”), despite fog, strong currents, fish that might nibble on their toes, and chilly waters (temperatures ranging from 56 to 58 degrees and wearing no wetsuits…burr-ski!).

For observers, like myself, the swimmer’s vigor was contagious…pure delight. I was given hope that even in these tumultuous times, people and nature can blend in brilliance. It was the inspiration I needed to wake my spirit up and give it a shot of adrenaline.

Sensational ideas and joy flooded my mind and body. Thanks to the swimmers, I realized one of the keys to creating a better year, and a better life was to seek wonderment. Seek people, activities and places that encourage awed admiration. When you are open to astonishment—happiness, love, and inspiration become an exciting new reality.

Despite the perplexities of our current world, I believe it’s important to take moments every day to be aware, be curious, find the winsomeness in new adventures. Write notes to yourself and place around your home, car, in your handbag—and if that doesn’t work, tape one to your forehead! The goal is to remind you daily to look for your wonderment, for the beauty of wonderment is everywhere.

“Seek and you shall find”. Inspiration and peace will follow.

In love, peace, and wonderment,
💗Beach

 

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12 Gifts From The Heart

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Gifts From The Heart
By Beach T. Weston
Just Beachie Column
Winter 2017
(3 to 5 min read)

Santa Claus is coming to town! Are you ready!? Have you made your list and checked it twice? Have you been naughty? Or have you been nice? In my case a little of both, but I don’t think Santa will hold it against too many of us for being a little naughty. The big guy in the red suite is probably a bit naughty himself—Mrs. Claus reports that he tracks soot all through the house and LOVES to devour cookies year round. Ho Ho Ho!

I love the merriment of the holidays—it’s a great time to celebrate with people that you enjoy and love. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, or another loving holiday there is always the hustle and the bustle, the shopping lists, the parties, and devouring food and libation until you pop! It can be exhausting.

Perhaps this is why spirituality is so vital during the holidays. Being of good spirit isn’t just enjoying a nice glass of champagne. Being of good spirit is the extra love and thoughtfulness that we extend.

In my perfect world, there would be a limit placed on Corporate Christmas, and Santa would deliver a sleigh full of glittering holiday hearts—spreading love and peace to the world. Each heart Santa delivered would be a reminder to give gifts from the heart. Gifts from the heart can be the most rewarding and often won’t cost you a dime—just a bit of your time and a cup of good cheer.

During this joyous season, I encourage you to spread a little extra benevolence. Give the holiday love to as many people, places, and animals as you can. Truly, the smallest of gestures can be the biggest of gifts:

gifts from the heart

May your beautiful holiday be full of great joy and peace,
Mele Kalikimaka! Merry Christmas from Hawai’i!
💗Beach

© Beach T. Weston 2017

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The Power of Kind Thoughts

The Power of Kind Thoughts
By Beach T. Weston
Just Beachie Column
Fall 2017
(3 to 5 min read)

Have you ever sized up a stranger within seconds based on their clothes, hair, teeth, shoes, height, weight? Anything that made them different from what society refers to as being “normal”. Or were you the one that was being scrutinized? Judged?

As I pursue my lifelong quest of trying to be more conscious and kind, I find there are moments when I fall back into the judgmental thinking (for others and myself). But in my defense (or so I tell myself) it can be a real challenge to constantly be thinking only positive thoughts. The little Devil and the little Angel that sit on my shoulders often duke it out.

One such situation happened while visiting one of my favorite hotels in all of Hawai’i—The Royal Hawaiian Hotel—also known as The Pink Palace. The honored pink hotel is nestled amongst towering resorts—a stunning oasis on Waikiki Beach.

Allow me to give you a sense of The Pink Palace’s charm: She opened her doors on February 1, 1927—it was a celebration unmatched by any of Hollywood’s fancy soirées. The rich and the famous boarded a Matson steamship (the only transportation at the time to Honolulu) in anticipation of being one of the first guests to stay at The Pink Palace. And yes, she is the pinkest hotel you will probably ever see—her stunning decor was inspired by the “Latin Lover” of the 1920’s silent screen, Rudolph Valentino. Every detail of the Spanish-Moorish style was handcrafted with love not only for Valentino, but the color pink!

I was pooped after a day of enjoying Honolulu’s fast, furious and fun shopping. (I exaggerate not—Honolulu’s energy is like a kid after eating a gallon of C&H sugar). Seriously, it’s crazy-fun! But I can only take the whirlwind of activity for so long before I need relaxation…tranquility…pink!

I strolled from Honolulu’s bustle to the enchanted grounds of The Pink Palace and was immediately drawn to the turquoise shoreline of the infamous Waikiki Beach—where the Mai Tai Bar, shaded by a colony of pink umbrellas, beckoned me to enjoy a cool drink. As I played happy tourist and sipped on my decadent punch a woman parked herself on the stool to the left of me. She was dressed in a wrinkled, short sleeved Hawaiian shirt—frumbled tan trousers—and black, sturdy laced shoes. Her weathered face was framed by stringy, salt and pepper hair in need of a good wash and cut.

The naughty little Devil piped up, I thought she is quite the character! Thank goodness it was only a few minutes before the little Angel retrieved my attention and reminded me that there was more to this woman than her exterior. And just as I began to think about the woman’s goodness, the bartender gaily greeted her not only as a valued customer, but a longtime friend. It was then she began to talk about her business in Hawaii and on the mainland. Turned out she was a lawyer, owned property in Hawaii and a successful hotel in California—but more importantly, she was a pleasant person. A thoughtful person. An authentic person. I quickly scolded myself for momentarily falling prey to society’s stigma of what we “should” look like or “should” act like. I have been on the receiving end of merciless judgement, which made my self-reflection even more relevant.

I will forever remember the woman at the Mai Tai Bar—the experience reminded me that we are not always what we appear to be—and who we are today, may not be who we will be in the future.

The person who is a fat cat or a penniless bum today may not be that person tomorrow. The person today who is a plain Jane or gorgeous and chic may not be that person tomorrow. Life has a way of sometimes equalizing our status: It only takes one storm to demolish a neighborhood. One bad experience to bring someone to their knees. And one kind thought to turn judgement into non-judgement. When we practice non-judgement, we open the door for joy and gratitude.

In peace, love, and kind thoughts for ourselves and others,
💗Beach

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Let Laughter Rock Your World!

Find Your Funny Bone
by Beach T. Weston
“Just Beachie Column”
Fall 2017
(3 minute read)

Have you ever experienced a good belly laugh? A laugh so hardy it brought tears of joy? A laugh so grand it transported you to a place of bliss?

I have…many times. I love to laugh! For me, a day without laughter would be like eating a salty, two-day-old sardine and pickle sandwich. Yuck! A day full of laughter is like eating a homemade vegan cherry pie. Yum!

Think about it: What is a day with laughter like for you? And what is a day without laughter like for you?

Currently, the world is experiencing many difficult challenges. There seems to be more fear, anger, and unhappiness. I believe we can transform many of our unpleasant affairs through laughter. Laughter can heal yourself, others…the world! Laughter is not only the best medicine, but one of the best cures. Jovial laughter can transform fear to fearless. Anger to love. And Unhappiness to happiness.

The amount of research on the benefits of laughter is astounding: From Harvard, to UCLA, to Mayo Clinic, to name a few, have all concluded that laughter can instantly lower your blood pressure—and help you stand strong against infections by maintaining a healthy flow of antibodies in the blood stream. These are the good guys standing guard to fight off the bad guys such as bacteria and viruses. Studies also revealed that laughter can quickly reduce, even eliminate stress. And we all know when stress hormones are in control our concentration flies South—our memory turns to mush—and our anxiety takes us on Mr Toad’s Wild Ride. In other words, if you are STRESSED-OUT…laugh! And keep laughing until you feel happy.

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Pretend laughter is a magic wand, and imagine a Magician waving the magic-laughter-wand across a box containing a picture of a sad face. Abracadabra! The box is empty. Another wave of his wand. Abracadabra! The box contains a picture of a happy face. Sounds simple and maybe silly to some, but if you have ever been down-in-the-dumps and someone or something makes you laugh—abracadabra!—whatever was bothering you is dispelled or at least the angst is lessened.

When we die it’s assumed by many that the question(s) should be: Were you a good person? Did you contribute to humanity? And the biggie: Were you loved and did you give love? All great questions, but perhaps the most important question(s) should be: Did you laugh? Did you giggle, chuckle, and titter until your belly hurt? And did you laugh with heart?

The Universe has given us the precious gift of laughter so let’s use it—everyday. Find your funny bone; watch funny movies, watch funny Tele, read funny books, hang with funny people (good people), play with your pets (pets love to make you laugh), draw funny pictures—be open to new ways to laugh: I’ve heard Laughter Yoga can be quite fun. If it makes you laugh and feel good about yourself…go for it!

In peace, love, and many hearty chuckles,
💗Beach
P.S. Remember the scene in Walt Disney’s film Mary Poppins when Mary Poppins, Bert, Jane, and Michael Banks uncontrollably laughed their way to the ceiling to join Uncle Albert for a spot of tea? If you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do. And if you have, I recommend you watch it again. It’s guaranteed to give you giggles…lots and lots of giggles.

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Kickin’…A Short Story by Beach T. Weston

 I invite you to read my latest short story KICKIN’(Just Beachify your inbox and receive a free copy).

Beach’s Note:

There will always be a special place in my heart for Virginia City, and I proudly share my love for this historic landmark with my latest short story, KICKIN’.

As a child, I spent many a day holding my mother’s hand as we explored the town that once boomed with cowboys, gun fights, brawls and miners striking it rich. Decked-out in cowboy hats and boots we’d stroll down C Street—our first stop, the candy store. Mom would treat me to sparkling blue rock candy and freshly made, melt-in-your-mouth, fudge. We’d top the afternoon off with a Shirley Temple at the Delta Saloon: My feet dangled off the barstool while I giggled with mom and sipped my fancy red (children’s) cocktail. When you’re a kid pretending to be a cowgirl in the old West, it’s a mighty refreshing way to end a hot summer’s day.

KICKIN’ is a fun tale that will transport you back to the Wild West with two characters that believe in friendship, their daily sarsaparilla and their favorite pass-time…kicking.

Kick your boots up,  and enjoy!

In Love and Great Fun!
💗Beach

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© Beach T. Weston 2017

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Seek Joy. Seek Peace.

“We can never obtain peace in the outer world until me make peace with ourselves”
Buddha

Finding Peace
by Beach T. Weston
Just Beachie Column
Summer 2017
(5 minute read)

One of my favorite stories began twenty-five thousand years ago. There are many delightful versions, but for me, I found the following to be the most engaging:

A beautiful Indian Queen dreamt of her unborn child. In her dream, a white Elephant offered her a pink lotus flower—with love—she accepted the gift. And with love—the white Elephant became one with the beautiful Queen. From the Queen’s dream, the Indian Gurus predicted the Queen would have a son and he would grow to be a man of great wisdom—of great significance to many kingdoms.

Nine months after the Queen’s dream she gave birth to Siddhartha Gautama—known to the world as Buddha, The Enlightened One.

The King was saddened by the loss of his beautiful Queen, (dying shortly after giving birth to Prince Siddhartha). The King compensated his dispirit and his son’s loss by fulfilling his every wish. Siddhartha wanted for nothing. He had no pain and no worries. All Siddhartha desired instantly appeared.

Shortly after his 29th birthday, Siddhartha followed a strong urge to explore the country outside the walls of his secure domain. The unaware Prince was shocked by his experience; he saw misery and pain—elements of the human condition that were kept from him in his perfect, protected Palace.

Siddhartha continued to secretly visit the outside world: On one such trip he met a Sage, and it was that fated meeting when he began to question why people had to suffer.

At twenty-nine years old, in grieve and inner-torment, Siddhartha left his wife, son, and father—he abandoned his life of luxury—and stealthily rode off into the night in quest of answers.

Siddhartha lived as a pauper. He possessed not a penny—he had no place to live—even begged for food. But his spiritual hunger was far greater than his indigent circumstances. Years passed as Siddhartha went from one Guru to another, meditation to meditation, but he found no peace, only greater intensified suffering. Siddhartha was near death from starvation when he rested alongside a river shaded by a Bodhi Tree.

In his fragile state, Siddhartha recalled a childhood memory when he sat with his father alongside another river bank, under a Rose Apple Tree. He remembered the profound connection he had with nature that day. He remembered the joy and peace.

For days, Siddhartha patiently remained under the Bodhi Tree until he realized the answers to the questions he was seeking came from within—this is when he transformed to Buddha, The Enlightened One.

Recently, I also discovered peace in a strange, unexpected way. No, I did not denounce all my worldly goods and go sit under a tree (as did Siddhartha), but I did plop myself on my couch with a box of kleenex and cold medicine for several days.

At first, I felt the pressure. The anxiety of tech-disconnect, writing-disconnect, and household-chores-disconnect. I didn’t have the oomph to do anything but be a couch potato and do one of my favorite things…watch classic movies. Comedies, drama, noir, documentaries, black and white film, color film—I couldn’t get enough! The couch was my command-post and movies were my magical escape. After the third day, I realized how wonderful it felt to let go…to be gratis from worry. The strongest attachment I had was with a box of kleenex and my love of film. It was glorious! Peace consumed me in a delightful way—I was living (as Eckhart Tolle says) in The Now. The peaceful feeling reminded me of joyful moments from childhood: Eating a bowl of summer cherries under an old Oak tree. And hanging upside down on the monkey bars, my curls free to dance with the breeze.

I can only guess my head-cold-epiphany and childhood memories were a taste of what Buddha felt when he sat under the Bodhi Tree and recalled a pleasant moment from childhood.

Thank goodness he did sit under the Bodhi Tree. And thank goodness he transformed from a seeker to an Enlightened One. Buddha’s path of struggles and successes helped lead the way for many of us to achieve our own personal enlightenment…to achieve our own peace.

Let’s be real; our lives today are fast-paced and stressful. We are consumed by the chaotic happenings often out of our control. Perhaps this is why it’s so important to connect with our inner-guidance. To find moments that make our heart smile. To find moments when the frustration and responsibilities of our crazy world…cease.

Questions: Should we get wrapped-up in the chaotic happenings outside our being? Or should we follow Buddha’s belief and turn inward for peace? Will seeking answers from within offer unearthly knowledge and joy beyond our expectations?

Perhaps the story of Buddha is a powerful reminder to seek truth from within—to seek joy—to seek peace. Buddha’s spirit encourages everyone to sit under a lovely tree, meditate, and be one with nature. To watch movies. To laugh. To eat bowls of cherries. And maybe, with great care, hang upside down on the monkey bars.

In Love, and Peace
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Blame it on the Retrograde!

 

Blame it on the Retrograde!
by Beach T. Weston
Just Beachie Column
Spring 2018 

(Reposted for 2018 Mercury Retrogrades:
March 23rd to April 15th
July 26th to August 19th
November 17th to December 6th)
(3 to 5 minute read)

 

Have you been feeling somewhat out-of-sorts lately? Projects stalled? Communication faux pas? Did you send a saucy text that was meant for your Cousin Lou, but instead you sent it to your Aunt Mildred, whom you’ve nicknamed Aunt Prude? Or maybe out-of-the-blue you remembered an old flame—someone so icky that if you had to do it over again you would rather eat the poisonous apple the Witch offered Snow White?

Let’s blame it on the retrograde!

I hear your questions: What in the blazes is a retrograde!? And why blame an astrological phenomenon?

In the astrological world, there are certain times of the year when planets appear to travel backwards. Astrologers say it’s an illusion, a planet’s motion, which they refer to as retrogrades.

Retros, can stir up all kinds of snags and hiccups. The Mercury retrogrades can be humdingers. If at times you feel confused—frustrated—if your mind or body resembles a slug—if you experience problems in the areas of communication and travel—the reason might be due to Mercury retrogrades.

Astrologers forewarn certain situations during a Mercury retrograde: A few of these concerns are computer issues, misunderstandings in communications, and repair problems. Another warning is not to sign contracts or enter into binding commitments.

The good news! If Mercury retrograde, or whatever retrograde lands on your door step for a visit—remember you can glide through the cycle without unnecessary angst. Oops! According to astrologers, not possible. BUT they give recommendations to make the retros easier to take—for example:


Mercury Retrograde is a time to clean up your mountain of paper work—reorganization is encouraged. It’s a great time to reflect and to rethink. Complete the old stuff and make plans for the new stuff (just don’t act on any new ideas or plans until the retro is over).


Great ideas, especially since there are three Mercury retros visiting in 2018, March 23rd to April 15th, July 26th to August 19th, and November 17th to December 6th.

Now that we have a grasp of the power of retros: Should fear and the planet’s motions dictate our behavior? Is it sensible to be Chicken Little and run around shouting, “the sky is falling…the sky is falling!”

Perhaps not. Perhaps it’s wiser to follow an astrologer’s advice such as one of my favorite English astrologers, Steve Judd, who says, “pop it with a hat pin!”. And if that doesn’t work, spend a day organizing your cabinets and clean out the junk drawers—and end the day by meeting good friends at your favorite watering hole for Happy Hour. And yes, you can order a sarsaparilla as long as you relax and feel gratitude.

My thoughts: If an astrologer’s guidance can help make our lives more peaceful during times of retro’s colossal ups and downs, and all things that give us a pain in our Uranus—I’m in-like-Flynn. And I have to say if I was offered a ten million dollar contract that had to be signed during a Mercury retrograde, you bet your sweet bippy, I am going to sign the contract—scrutinize—but I would not let that one slip by me. There might be alterations to make after the retro—so be it—I shall rejoice as I deposit the prodigious check and worry about the possible frustration of adjustments…later.

In Peace, Love, and Surviving Retros!
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© Beach T. Weston 2018

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