December 26, 2013

Alexandrite, a scarce gem formed through a rare and powerful combination

SKG


Alexandrite is Beryllium Aluminum Oxide (BeO Al2 O3.) The happiness stone, worn for increasing wins and invoking the change you want to see.

The stone may be used to help one return to the origin of time and to connect with the beginning of one's development.
It is considered a stone of very good omen. 
In critical situations it is supposed to strengthen the wearer’s intuition, and thus help him or her find new ways forward in situations where logic will not provide an answer. 

Alexandrite emerged millions of years ago in a metamorphic environment, like many other gemstones (sapphire, diamonds, ruby, emerald.) But unlike many others, its formation required specific geological conditions. The chemical elements beryllium (a major constituent in chrysoberyl) and chromium (the colouring agent in alexandrite) have contrasting chemical characteristics and do not as a rule occur together, usually being found in contrasting rock types.

Not only has Nature brought these contrasting rock types into contact with each other, but a lack of the chemical element silica (the second most common element in the Earth's crust) is also required to prevent the growth of emerald. This geological scenario required to create this chemical composition, which creates Alexandrite, has occurred only rarely in the Earth's history and, as a result, alexandrite crystals are very scarce indeed.
 International Colored Gemstone Association

Among the stones most sensational qualities are in its optics, it reacts to light, and changes color according to the environment it is in. You can also see within this stone a "cat's eye" when the quality includes silky inclusions. In daylight it is bluish-green or even emerald-green color, and in the artificial light it may be red, crimson, purple-red and violet-red. 

It is said this stone is emerald during the day and ruby in the evening. Originally the dense-green stone was mistaken for an emerald; however it was harder than an emerald, and in the candle light it lit up with a blood-red fire hue. 

Known for its duality, the colors in Alexandrite have been compared with the duality of human blood, both venous and arterial. It's known to clear and strengthen the blood vessels, heal all matters of the central nervous system and tissue regeneration.

Metaphysics physicians who have studied the stone, say 
it brings about explicit change and happiness for its carrier.
It shockingly will change color if there is a change in the wearers health, and 
it has shown to increase chances of winning in competitions. It has shown to aid in physical ailments, or prolonged illness, restore internal and physical energy, while merging your physical and mental bodies.  Alexandrite is also reputed to aid creativity and inspire the imagination. Opens Heart, Solar Plexus, and especially Crown Centers. 

It accentuates the feeling of love and sensuality in your heart and body. It boosts up awakening of both the inner and the outer self, replenishing you with the momentum to shoot through the changing of your world and imbibing the qualities of creativity, grandeur and awareness in the compass of instance. As it possesses regenerative endowments.

The gem can ameliorate you in rebirth or death times- when you need to commute debilitated things into new ones. It empowers your inner strength. It espouses happiness and congenial surprises in your life and blossoms your life with opulence and prosperity.


Related Element: Water


Chakra #7 Sahasrara      Color: Violet Desires: aspiration to get into an essence of things.Task: to find knowledge and wisdom. This Chakra, located in the parietal area (read more about the parietal lobe- the visuals brain I like to call it- and see diagram above for where it is located http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parietal_lobe ) of a head, operates the most powerful vibrations of the body. In translation from Sanskrit "Sahasrara" means "thousand” and is represented by flower of a lotus with thousand petals. This chakra supports balance between an external appearance of the person and his internal spiritual content.
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December 23, 2013

Solo runner's, or are we? Cross Country girl's quest for freedom takes flight


Running is the practice of flying.
Gait, both feet are off the ground, simultaneously during a runners flight, suspended in air for moments. That requires magic, very scientific term. Kinesiology would say, a characteristic feature of a running body from the viewpoint of spring-mass mechanics is that changes in kinetic and potential energy within a stride occur simultaneously, with energy storage accomplished by springy tendons and passive muscle elasticity (Wikipedia.) This without creating injury is a biomechanical process. You must learn to fly.
As a kid, part of my upbringing was in a house my dad and his brother's built with their bare hands (can you imagine that nowadays) gave me the geography to become a cross country runner. Trails that went forever seemingly, veering into mountains, giant rocks, hills, valleys, rivers and giant trees that had vines dangling from them (my sisters and brother, and I actually swung on these vines as kids.) The house rested in the middle of a natural oasis 1/2 mile from the road and who can count the miles to civilization. If you went far enough you'd find waterfalls that were connected to the Delaware River. I'd get lost out there for hours running, never getting bored returning home drenched in sweat and sap, mud and moss, water and wildlife. I never felt more alive than in those moments, which were supposed to be of solitude, but so rich with communication and interaction-sights, smells, sounds. The senses were taken to their birth place. The searching could cease. 912 Cedar Ridge Rd. has since been turned into a thriving farm land.

Running through the city streets was the other part of my formative years, to find the gates to the forest, is the service and it brings surrender.
The people are fueling you as you run by, you can feel all of them, since you are merely wind, or mist, or spirit passing by they are open to you.  I am recycling it right back to them, all that I extract from the earth's crust with my tippy toes, answering their calls and questions, quenching their thirst. I imagine light pouring out of me as I run by whooshing whatever it is they need right into their deepest selves, hoping to awaken them, rescue them, serve them.

It starts even before my eyes open. I feel a tingling in my feet, a sensation in my hands a cry from my core that soars from my toes to the tip of my head. The oxygen is reaching to fill me, but still beckons for more space. I'm arching, pulling, flexing, stretching, breathing, twisting, contorting, balancing, dancing, and meditating within moments of being awake-warming my body and preparing my focus. I envision where the winding ways of my windy soul will take me today, when I allow it to have its way like a child roaming through a toy store. I'm already atuned, already listening to the whispers all around me, inside me chanting me forward guiding me to the place where I will find more powers to take me through this day. I open my eyes and follow the lit path.


Zola Budd
I imagine my bare feet extracting the hot lava out of the core of the earth, from its surface, as I interact with the multitude of ecosystems, mud, grass, rocks, sand, clay, gravel, wood, and the track too. Each one requires a different devotion, a new delicate balancing act. I'm mystified by the grounds powers, and my weakness. I rub my hands together where there seems to be an entirely new source of electricity to fuel through my entire body. Engaged with the winds, seducing them to dance with me, as I surrender to nature's forces.

Another runner whooshes by, embracing the code, we allow each other to be drenched by the muddy puddle we both land in simultaneously, as we subtly reach for each other's gust of wind to enter our bodies, at all costs, like a spirit might. A wave with our hands, and a bow send white, orange, yellow lights flashing like lightening bolts propelling each of us faster, stronger, longer, harder. Solo runners feed each other with a glance. I give everything, open wide every time we pass by one another, and without fail the openness is returned. We are rallying each other silently, mystically.

Solo runners connect to the universal team, the collective, they are running together with that which can be seen, if you are awake. Stopping to stretch with the length of the tree, digging my feet deep into the mud and grass gripping onto the tree feeling its roots beneath me, run through my veins, empowering me to once again take flight, fly to a place where everything is just the way it should be. Free, light, without thought, pushing through anything the mind wants to introduce that may stifle my instincts, stifle my senses, stifle my ability to live in the here and now. I take my destiny into my hands. My hands, which I rub together to refuel  my body with strength, hands which I wave back casually at a fellow runner, each of us receiving and passing our powers, like a torch, or the wings of a doves to make flight.

The cool down leaves opportunity for helping that older lady with her groceries, imprinting a smile on the face of a lost soul, lifting a man who has fallen on the street, embracing a child who has lost their mother, delivering for a woman who could not do so herself. The heights reached from the flight of the run, endures and carries you continuously higher.

Coming up next on running, Heroic runner's and their statements

Olympics History Below: read about gold medalists making history for civil rights


Sprinters in the Olympic games take a stand, http://www.infoplease.com/spot/summer-olympics-mexico-city.html 


Tommie Smith (center) and John Carlos raise fists for Black Power in 1968. (Source: AP)

Read more: Memorable Olympic Moments: Tommie Smith and John Carlos, Summer 1968 | Infoplease.com http://www.infoplease.com/spot/summer-olympics-mexico-city.html#ixzz2oHyr5AMt
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December 16, 2013

Slow rapture (a clip from the novel - fiction & romance)



December 2013
“Open up” he whispered gently into her ear, with a breath so warm it trickled down her leg.

The wave of heat slid down her neck, around her breast through her nipple, which she pressed into his soft, wet mouth- one smooth lick, then sharing her bountiful breast with her, their tongues met on her nipple- causing a frenzy.  Devouring, tongues greedily consuming.
Air gust through her lungs, breathing life into every muscle, ligament, joint-  arching her back and lifting- she heard him talking to her, "Just like that. Good girl. Give it to me, Morgan." 
There was an urgency that was begging to be heard.
Her juices were drenching them.
He put his arm around her waste, lifted her, moving her to the floor, without pause or hesitation, slowly.
She could feel him, lightly, barely. Touching the outside of her greedy pussy, full of vibration. "Is that what you want?" He whispered firmly. "Tell me what you want." 

"Come...now and give it to me...I want you, all of you. Don't tease me. Stop it." she could barely speak through her moaning. "You stop it." He said playfully as he started to take what he wanted from her, ignoring her requests.

"What do you want from me?" she begged. "Only to make you feel good" he clutched on to her harder, closer, lovingly. 

She wrapped her legs around him, fighting to get to him, as he held her down, she could feel his cock rubbing against her as she barely reached his mouth with her hungry lips.

He teased her and only let her get a little taste before he swiftly went between her legs and fearlessly took her throbbing into his mouth, entirely, ending with a soft kiss that nearly brought her to tears. 

His soft lips, sucking, rubbing, and licking her- wanting every drop coming out of her- he was paying such close attention to her every move, her every silent request. He rubbed his tongue on her clit and smoothly slipped it inside her sending her out of her body-
She squeezed his head between her knees fucking his face until she could barely feel anything, but everything at the same time.

"Yes, Liam, do that just the way I like it, uh huh, don't stop, don't stop!" she moaned his name as she arched her back and rotated her hips, to get more- she slipped from underneath him and took over holding his arms over his head and riding on top of him, slowly while rubbing her breasts against his chest, sliding down until she found what her mouth was crying out for, she gripped onto his pretty penis and put it all the way in her mouth, which was watering for the taste of him, massaging his tip with her hungry tongue, without thought, just moans unable to put it far enough down her throat to satisfy, he pushed himself deep down her throat.

His moans were like music, that took her back to her innocence. She craved to hear them. She would do anything to get to them.

She put his silky dick into her mouth, as it watered for his flesh, until he could take it no longer, she felt a slight twitch and knew he was getting close to exploding in her mouth. He pulled away and searched for her warm, wet and welcoming place.

“I can feel you everywhere- I want more- give me more" she moaned.
'I wanted to be soaked in his sweat, every oil on him I wanted on me, nothing was too much now. Pour it on me.

He knew how to bring her every ounce of what she was looking for, just the idea of it caressed her all the way up her spine so slow and relentless- then rough and resistant- warm and tender then demanding and insistent.

He was inside her veins, in every cell and hair follicle, every beat of her heart resonated with him at that moment. She knew, he knew her body well.
He got her to open herself almost entirely to him- she didn't realize how much until he took his rock hard self into her one inch at a time. Looking at her, making sure she was right there, satisfied completely, and taking it in at that very moment. Waiting for her. Feeling her. Instructing her. She felt something crazy, crazy good, but crazy!
It was as though he was holding her heart in his hands. Literally, she felt this.

Since this tulip, is the knock my pot over onto the ground, fuck me up the ass kind of flower, there is no way to say this while staying in a seductive tone.

Literally, she felt him inside of her heart touching it, holding it with his actual fingers pumping blood through it, pulses conjoined for a moment. Some kind of spiritual, maddening miracle mixed with melting mouth watering molestation. It was almost mortifying, but much too punani pleasing to resist.
He encouraged her, “that's right, that's it- you've got it.” He healed her that day.
The muscles clutched around his Hood, ready to release him- he told her to stay open making her want to cum all over him even more- but without running from him, or the pleasure, but pushing it into him.

He contained himself so well, and let it take him over all at the same time. So unafraid to be himself made him even more seductive, "Am I just fucking you, or am I really in you?" "Tell me." He said while deep in the moment.
"What?" She heard him. But even more she felt him, to the point of the feeling having it's own sound.

 She heard what she was feeling, coming out of his mouth, it muffled the actual words and she wasn't sure if this was real. He was in her.
The both of them now just music in the air, light blurred by feeling and the mist of their sweat and breath and orgasms.

Their mouths joined together with such magical force - calling out like singing, smothering, touching and kissing everywhere. Licking and rubbing, sucking on each other to fill any gaps.
There was nothing between them as they climbed atop each other like primal beings with instinct driving them.

His sound, when he opened himself, was the most lovely sound she'd ever heard. From his gut, from his forever child, from his heart and innocence, from the bottom to the top this man could rally the world with that song. He wasn't holding anything back. It's so hard to describe, but brings feelings of rolling down a hill at the age of 10 and being covered with fluffy flowers, but all grown up and being tickled in your clit,  all at the same time.
She could feel his cum thrust into her like a wave of joy rushing through her. The feeling lasted for the entire night, and into the next day. She could call on that feeling anytime she needed to and it would fill her again, instantly.
Morgan flew out the back door quietly, before Liam had time to notice she had gone. She could hear his taming, un-alarmed voice, "you'll come back to me, you always come back." His faith in her felt like home, as she recalled him saying, "you feel all healed."



***This was inspired as a tribute to our sexual health and beauty, as well as for the women fighting to regain their sexuality following trauma such as mastectomy or sexual abuse; struggling with the almighty orgasm.


A few worthy responses to the story
Female sex therapist and author, Dr. Deb says,
"Very good!  I think it leads the reader to a peak which is just what many readers want in this kind of work-  
I think that women will relate as well as educate men- which is also an important piece in writing like this- just like 50 shades had a lot of education in it about what many women want and how men may want to think about approaching -"
Athlete and Muse for the story,
"Oh my my my...wonderful writing you should write a book you're a great writer"
Male Reader,
"It shows how much it means to you and allows the reader into the depths of your soul. Thank you."




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December 15, 2013

Klimt and Primal Instinct (clips from the novel)

Gustav Klimt Sea Serpents V
Gustav Klimt made a mark on creation. Klimt saw a "viscous void," during a time, which had him condemned for it, although Freud and Jung saw it too. All three of them are adored in this century for their liberating vision, but were abhored in their own.

In 1907 Klimt spoke of an “ideal community of those who create and those who enjoy,” and expressed regrets that “public life was predominantly preoccupied with economic and political matters.” Have we come very far from this 100 years later?

I revel, marvel in the beauty of woman and her intricate, marvelous design. Klimt took solace in this immaculate power, which radiates from woman.

The subtle, soft, curves carved like the waves of the sea with strength and insistence, fight and ferociousness, wonder and vastness. She creates, shines, battles consistent forms of darkness hovering over head trying to pounce, while she protects.

Klimt saw the close knit kinship between women, their humble, and yet tigress nature, their demure, yet lioness demeanor and how they bond together to form a unity unbreakable by the outside world.
Sexual creatures of the sea, sun and sand, salting the earth with their tears of joy and compassion, feeling and metamorphosing the earth's pain into pleasure from the divine. She delivers and carries, transforms and transmutes.

Gustav Klimt Sea Serpents I



 jurisprudence, medicine, philosophy: Klimt


Klimt was commissioned to paint the ceiling of the Vienna University's Great Hall, the pieces were called, Philosophy, Medicine and Jurisprudence. He did not withhold his bold nature in presenting these three pieces.

Klimt's Philosophy, this work seems to emulate the arrogance of academia, simplifying the terms of life and death- "On the left a group of figures, the beginning of life, fruition, decay. On the right, the globe as mystery. Emerging below, a figure of light: knowledge."

Made in 1900 and destroyed in 1945. Klimt's Medicine,
Klimt conveyed an ambiguous unity of life and death, with nothing to celebrate the role of medicine or the science of healing.
At the bottom of the painting Hygieia stood with the Aesculapian snake around her arm and the cup of Lethe in her hand, turning her back to mankind. Wikipedia.

Klimt's Jurisprudence, Klimt does not seem to believe the law has mastered cruelty and violence, and shows it here with a return to primal instinct as the  master of justice.

Truth, Justice and Law are represented in the three females (furies) surrounding the man being condemned. 
This piece has always been seen as "psycho-sexual," and definitely delves into the other side of a woman's nature, which Klimt with his deep devotional love for her, rarely depicted in his works. 
He shone her beauty through and through, with no potential for wickedness. 

I think Klimt could relate to the old man being condemned by that which he loved. (SKG)









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November 30, 2013

Reading your vibes- Quantum Physics



SQUID magnetometer measures bio-magnetic fields (energy) associated w/ physiological activity - the bodies first indicator of disease or pathology. MIT, quantum physics-

Article regarding research that is important to budding research in the field by,
Jim and Nora Oschman are directors of Nature’s Own Research Association in Dover, New Hampshire. http://www.reiki.org/reikinews/sciencemeasures.htm

Science Measures the Human Energy Field

Energy is a theme that permeates many areas of complementary health care, including Reiki. For historic and emotional reasons, two key words have not been mentionable in polite academic research society: "energy" and "touch." Hence it is not surprising that Reiki therapy has been neglected by mainstream biomedical science.
This picture is changing rapidly because of exciting research from around the world. The tale of how concepts of "healing energy" have swung from suspicion and ridicule to respectability is one of the most fascinating and clinically significant stories that can be told.
As in many other areas of investigation, what we were absolutely certain about 20 years ago has changed dramatically. For example, in a few decades scientists have gone from a conviction that there is no such thing as an energy field around the human body, to an absolute certainty that it exists. Moreover, we have begun to understand the roles of energy fields in health and disease. Most people are simply not aware of this research, and persist in the attitude that there is no logical basis for energy healing.
The main reason for the change in outlook is that sensitive instruments have been developed that can detect the minute energy fields around the human body. Of particular importance is the SQUID magnetometer (1) which is capable of detecting tiny biomagnetic fields associated with physiological activities in the body. (Figure 1) This is the same field that sensitive individuals have been describing for thousands of years, but that scientists have ignored because there was no objective way to measure it.
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To summarize the discoveries that have been made, the editors of a new international journal commissioned a review of the concept of "healing energy" (2). While we have been researching this topic for some 15 years, the preparation of an in-depth review led to a thorough reexamination of the subject, with some unexpected conclusions.
For the most part, key discoveries are not being made by scientists studying methods such as Reiki, TT and HT. Instead, traditional scientists, following customary logic and scientific methods, have begun to clarify the roles of various kinds of energy in the healing process. Hence the picture that is emerging has the same scientific foundations that underlie modern clinical medicine. For details, see our published articles (3).
The human energy field.
It has long been known that activities of cells and tissues generate electrical fields that can be detected on the skin surface. But the laws of physics demand that any electrical current generates a corresponding magnetic field in the surrounding space. Since these fields were too tiny to detect, biologists assumed they could have no physiological significance.
This picture began to change in 1963. Gerhard Baule and Richard McFee of the Department of Electrical Engineering, Syracuse University, Syracuse, NY detected the biomagnetic field projected from the human heart. They used two coils, each with 2 million turns of wire, connected to a sensitive amplifier.
In 1970, David Cohen of MIT, using a SQUID magnetometer, confirmed the heart measurements. By 1972, Cohen had improved the sensitivity of his instrument, enabling him to measure magnetic fields around the head produced by brain activities.
Subsequently, it has been discovered that all tissues and organs produce specific magnetic pulsations, which have come to be known as biomagnetic fields. The traditional electrical recordings, such as the electrocardiogram and electroencephalogram, are now being complemented by biomagnetic recordings, called magnetocardiograms and magnetoencephalograms. For various reasons, mapping the magnetic fields in the space around the body often provides a more accurate indication of physiology and pathology than traditional electrical measurements.
Pathology alters the biomagnetic field
In the 1920’s and 1930’s, a distinguished researcher at Yale University School of Medicine, Harold Saxon Burr, suggested that diseases could be detected in the energy field of the body before physical symptoms appear. Moreover, Burr was convinced that diseases could be prevented by altering the energy field.
These concepts were ahead of their time, but are now being confirmed in medical research laboratories around the world. Scientists are using SQUID instruments to map the ways diseases alter biomagnetic fields around the body. Others are applying pulsating magnetic fields to stimulate healing. Again, sensitive individuals have been describing these phenomena for a long time, but there was no logical explanation of how it could happen.
Projection of energy from the hands of healers.
In the early 1980’s, Dr. John Zimmerman began a series of important studies on therapeutic touch, using a SQUID magnetometer at the University of Colorado School of Medicine in Denver. Zimmerman discovered that a huge pulsating biomagnetic field emanated from the hands of a TT practitioner. The frequency of the pulsations is not steady, but "sweeps" up and down, from 0.3 to 30 Hz (cycles per second), with most of the activity in the range of 7-8 Hz (Figure 2). The biomagnetic pulsations from the hands are in the same frequency range as brain waves and scientific studies of the frequencies necessary for healing indicate that they naturally sweep back and forth through the full range of therapeutic frequencies, thus being able to stimulate healing in any part of the body.
Confirmation of Zimmerman’s findings came in 1992, when Seto and colleagues, in Japan, studied practitioners of various martial arts and other healing methods. The "Qi emission" from the hands is so strong that they can be detected with a simple magnetometer consisting of two coils, of 80,000 turns of wire. Since then, a number of studies of QiGong practitioners have extended these investigations to the sound, light, and thermal fields emitted by healers. What is particularly interesting is that the pulsation frequency varies from moment to moment. Moreover, medical researchers developing pulsating magnetic field therapies are finding that these same frequencies are effective for ‘ jump starting’ healing in a variety of soft and hard tissues, even in patients unhealed for as long as 40 years. Specific frequencies stimulate the growth of nerves, bones, skin, capillaries, and ligaments. Of course Reiki practitioners and their patients have daily experiences of the healing process being "jump started," and academic medicine is now beginning to accept this therapy as logical and beneficial because of these new scientific findings. In Figure 2 we have bracketed portions of the signal that correspond to the frequencies used in medical devices that stimulate the healing of particular tissues. Individual differences in energy projection and detection.
To study the projection of energy from the hands of therapists, scientists must first recognize that there are huge individual differences between people. Repeated practice of various techniques can enhance the effect.
There are logical neurophysiological and biophysical explanations for the roles of practice and intention. [Editors note: It would be interesting to use these detection techniques to measure the effect of a Reiki attunement on the strength and frequency of biomagnetic energies coming from the hands and also to measure how theraputic frequencies may change when treating various conditions in the body.]
It is not widely understood that "brain waves" are not confined to the brain, but actually spread throughout the body via the perineural system, the connective tissue sheathes surrounding all of the nerves. Dr. Robert O. Becker has described how this system, more than any other, regulates injury repair processes throughout the body. Hence the entire nervous system acts as an "antenna" for projecting the biomagnetic pulsations that begin in the brain, specifically in the thalamus.
Moreover, waves that begin as relatively weak pulsations in the brain appear to gather strength as they flow along the peripheral nerves and into the hands. The mechanism of this amplification probably involves the perineural system and the other connective tissue systems, such as the fascia that are intimately associated with it.
Conclusion
In this brief summary, I have shown how some of the experiences of energy therapists have a basis in biology and physics. After centuries of neglect, energetic therapies can take their appropriate place in clinical medicine. The great discoveries of biologists and of sensitive bodyworkers are being integrated to give us a deeper understanding of life, disease, and healing. Science cannot take away the ultimate mystery of life, nor can it detract from the spiritual componet of healing. We believe that research on the energy therapies can lead to much a more complete understanding of life, desease, and healing.
References:
(1) SQUID is an acronym for Superconducting Quantum Interference Device.
(2) Journal of Bodywork and Movement Therapies, Harcourt Brace & Co., Ltd., Edinburgh.
(3) A list of our articles may be obtained from Nature’s Own Research Association, P.O. Box 5101, Dover, NH 03821, USA, Phone, 603-742-3789, Fax 603-742- 2592,
Jim and Nora Oschman are directors of Nature’s Own Research Association in Dover, New Hampshire. Jim is one of the few academic scientists who has focused on the scientific basis for various complementary or alternative medicines. Jim and Nora have written dozens of articles describing the physiological and biophysical mechanisms involved in a wide variety of therapeutic approaches.
 
 
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November 12, 2013

art is a science; science is an art

Medical Imaging used for creative purposes by an imaging icon, Peter Dazeley of London, who reveals what the x-ray is also capable of with his Anamorphic nude, and solarisation (Sabattier effect) photography. Dazeley created many well known imaging techniques being utilized today.



SKG

The foundation of any science begins with a very good guess, prediction, equation, inspiration, a possibility, stab in the dark, a hunch, or even a feeling. "everything is art, production...until you know what to do..." UPENN Physicist and philosopher of sorts, in his own right.



Researchers practice science. Physicians, practice medicine. Artists practice their craft. All of the above practices come from a foundation, which converts something magical into something foundational, physical or material for the most part. The above are all involved in a sort of power struggle, often.

In art I imagine a hierarchy which consists of the purists, the empirical sect, of the art culture calling those who've gone commercial blasphemous. When a leading industry artist in Philadelphia was asked about the idea of the power struggle he said, "I love it! Who are you Oprah?!" I'm sure not everyone is affected the same way by the existence of this elites outlook, or sort of snobbery. In Science the number of theories and perspectives also vary and create a fair number of snobs. I once thought physicists and astronomers held hands on most of their lunch sessions, turns out this is not true, physicists and physicists don't agree quite often.

Physics may say gravity is the last remaining mystery, while Astronomy will say, Dark Matter accounts for a large part of the total mass in the universe. Both are hypothesized.

The black hole, one of the world's most mysterious phenomenon, exhibits some of gravity's most persistent works, by defying the laws of nature trapping light, and everything in it's path.
Dark matter, the portion of physics that intrigued retina surgeon Dr. Joe Maguire the most is estimated to constitute 84.5% of the total matter in the universe, and 26.8% of the total content of the universe.[4][5]

Astronomy says dark matter has yet to be characterized, but its existence is proven from its gravitational effects on visible matter. The source of gravitational force is mass, which is dark matter. I fail to see the major difference in the two. I have been called a pseudo scientist, more than once, but see a lot of common sense that gets overlooked in the midst of analysis. I may gift a few colleagues with a turquoise stone, in the hopes of keeping them grounded.

 Gravity, which governs movement for anything with inertia, remains the last of the unproven, says one Swarthmore professor of physics, in the halls of the UPENN Physics and Astronomy Department, "gravity is the last remaining phenomenon to be proven since the discovery of the Higgs Boson. Although in Astronomy they would say, 'what about dark matter?' "
See the link for more on the Higgs Boson, particle guys at CERN in Geneva.


It seemed strange to me that two worlds that inevitably collide into being at times one in the same, battle with opposing beliefs. Everyone has their beliefs. Facts are quite often elusive and not always black and white. There are a multitude of variables that can present themselves at any given moment. Relevance exists in the statement of an anonymous physicist, who reminds us of, "the bubble," which I believe exists in the world of art, science and medicine. He was speaking of the bubble which creates the world where an M.D. is called a Dr., only in the US mind you, and a PhD is not.
This "bubble" filled with status, superiority, power, control, a hierarchy and of course, money/capitalist foundations, often blurs the many fine lines, which exist in the world of science and medicine. Even preventing the furthering of knowledge and/or the revealing of that which we already know.

Are many of our debates regarding what 'is', really as simple as 1, 2, 3, without that "bubble"? What can bring the debates to a more grounded reasoning?

It could take decades for anything we find, confirm and reveal today, to have real world impact, but when findings finally make their mark, it is quite often life altering for the entire universe in an evolutionary and astounding way. Finding a common ground to go forward on, is determining variable, sometimes. Because regardless, what is, will be, without recognition or with.

Nov' 12, 2013
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November 7, 2013

First pledge and partner donation

SKG has received their first pledge, for partnering to build better connections.

We want to thank our new partner!

Updates regarding allocation will follow.
Thanks again and we are excited for future projects going forward.

Using money to make more money is a motto we hold near and dear.
Building a team for obtaining grants, a lucrative option, has been presented.
Also teaming more closely, with local area publishers has been presented. 

 

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September 16, 2013

Meat eaters, Man eaters- how we're meant to be fed

Photo Credit; Irving Penn
9-16-13
"After all hunger in the body, simple. Now hunger in the mind, something other than the force that is life." Peaceful Warrior


As said gracefully by Irving Penn, photos are meant to have an impact.

After reading one of those graphic, bloody photograph induced magazines on how they slaughter animals for our meat, and being visually reminded with sliced snas's on the faces of furry, friendly animals that have mothers and brothers that lick your face until you coo in submission- I decided this week to embark on the return to being as close to purely plant based as possible. Although, I'll still need fish for the Omega's to heal my autoimmune.

I embraced the journey for over a decade, what seems like decades ago. (How old am I??)
Then, it was about living clean. Now, it's about being fair and taking only my share, as well as feeling strong, healthy, vital, eternal. Besides it's just grossing me out. Even certain fish, when you see them in life, swimming all gorgeously- it seems strange that anyone would hijack them out of the water to put on a plate. Until I feel starving- It makes more sense when you are hungry for nutrients to kill.

The advice of an adored has me feeling armed in my persistence to pull off living forever. The one who should likely be a life coach, as well as a supermodel, may have the answer to hunger and beauty. I'll take it. He sought these gems below, while searching for the way to save his life. The word of one facing off death, always trustworthy. He also happens to have a knack for finding "the best" of everything. (Vega One and Innerlight added to your diet seem to take the edge off- you feel whole again, nourished and plentiful.)

The etymology of both of the above recommendations, Chlorophyll. Plants have chlorophyll all but mushrooms and fungi types. It has the exact molecular structure as the hemoglobin molecule in human blood, except that the latter has an iron atom and the chlorophyll molecule has a magnesium atom.

Plants are our key source of nutrients on a cellular level. A key expert on our live blood cells agrees. "Dr Robert O Young is a microbiologist and nutritionist and founder of the company InnerLight Worldwide Inc. He is a pioneer of analyzing living blood cells and has spent years researching diseased and healthy cells under the microscope. He discovered that the essence of life is derived almost exclusively through plants, and that every cell in the body needs the light derived from green plants.
Especially important for the human body system is the green plant pigment chlorophyll."
Innerlight mass spectrometer tested greens to match our blood cells best

Give me some Kale! I keep it in the fridge readily available for those moments I meander to the fridge door, open it, look, touch, take and close. Sometimes just to put something in my mouth!

If I happen to see you with your cheeseburger or chicken fajita's, and I begin to look at your food in that ravenous way, forgetting yet again what it is you are holding, and why I don't want it, while I munch on almond butter, someone call Dr. Green, sure to cure my oral fixation. Every time.


If you order the Vega, do so here, it is the best rate,
http://tinyurl.com/VegawithSarahandDerek 


**Paleo mom advises staying away from the algae types: chlorophyll, spirulina in order to heal autoimmune, because they are immune activators. 
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September 12, 2013

Yoga & Anatomy

This is one highly decorated yogi, from dance to cranial sacral. Changing our anatomy is what we are doing w/ yoga, so I respect her approach a ton. See below and look into Nicole Bindler.


http://issuu.com/nicolebindler/docs/anatomyforasana/1?e=4124189/1576916


 

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September 11, 2013

WTC

9-11-13
Congress Hall 2014


"Sarah. Can you come get me? Hurry, please. It looks like the entire city is burning to the ground," (said, with the sound of what death might sound like.)

 If someone you love calls for help, you go. Right? Only that day I couldn't have fathomed what I was driving into.

I spent the rest of that day stuck on a side street, jammed between piles of cars, listening to Manhattan crumble around me, powerless if it weren't for my feet, which saved my life that day.

At 10:22 a.m., on September 11th every year, my mind & body are taken back to 12 years ago.
129th street, Harlem, NYC in a fourth floor walk up, on a sunny day smelling like freshly sharpened pencils on Manhattan's upper east side.

For the next week or two the only news I would write about would be up in smoke.

At this exact moment, but over a decade ago, I switched on the broadcast I wrote for, to begin calibrating the days material and learned that blocks away, there was a larger tragedy taking place than I'd ever lived through before. It was crashing into the most powerful city I've ever known, being viewed by my co-workers outside their window. The phone rang- a lot that day.

On the Brooklyn bridge, an adored man's life changed forever, as he watched a wide angle view of the explosions & collisions. He waited, convinced he was next. He wrote about that moment for the rest of his life.
A woman wandered the smoke & flying rubble calling out for her son, while another woman launched herself from a burning tower to escape the pain scorching her flesh.

It took days for anyone to realize how large this was.

Until that day New Yorkers felt invisible, effortlessly. From that day, it would take something more.

  To: Terry B, Andy F, Charles T, Rose, VMS and Francis Y

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September 10, 2013

Sustainability Props for Associated Press publication in SW Florida

A small town near the Manasota Key Island gets real about going green- taking it to education.

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Wanderlust Festival Philadelphia 2013

An event that usually banks a womping $450., has come to Philadelphia for free. In a small park, just outside the central part of the city over 1000 people gathered to practice this ancient art form. Vendors such as Rumi, Haiku, Acro Yoga and hoola hoopers convened onto the location. The vibes were not overwhelming and those gracing their yoga mats to the concerete allowed me to wander through, barefoot and take their photos. See my Facebook page for tags on vendors and photos of instructors.


Post by Yogarockslive.


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September 9, 2013

PW & I collide (Philadelphia Weekly) Serendipity at it's best

I love spontaneous moments.

One rainy afternoon, on Fulton St., in Queen Village, known as the heart of Philadelphia- one PJ wearing mom who happens to have a multitude of talents and passions while wandering with the Ebner's & twins, saw a moment, took it and that moment ended up on the cover of PW (with a slightly hairier version of a photographer- who is brilliant.) See below.



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August 28, 2013

Force (as in force of nature) Vetiver

August 28, 2013

Have you ever felt so drawn to something, that you feel you may fall right into it?
 Sculpture in NYC by Paige Bradley

This is how it was meeting, Vetiver. It went a little something like this, sniff, “hmm” sniff sniff, “hmm hmm, uh huh..."

"Oh my...what is that? Will you put some right here? I want to smell that all day. Let me smell it again. Oh, I like that. What's the name of that again?"

I am not alone, but it is few and far between that feel the same love I do for the lures of this liquid.

There are only two children beckoned by the fearless scent, Dylan Murphy and Anna Branas, unique beings in so many ways and old souls, for sure. John Murphy, at dinner tasted the bliss, the internationally acclaimed artist was tranquilized by its decor of creativity and tranquility. The soul goddess of fire and light, dredges tears with her lemongrass, coaxes yogini's by the droves with her own effervescence she was lured and "amazed", the bold-natured herbal specialist at Essene Market in Queen Village was snapped out of her silence, Elaine on the way to the lake stopped the car to apply it to every crevice, Nicole the grad student wanted to take it with her, the sassy Brooklyn native next door douses her entire family with it now, Brian on the Kundalini mat beside me came back for more, and the yummy martyr in my bed, all moved by the essence.

This vivacious, thick, dark, velvety oozing with glory essential, among a host of powerful attributes has been known to have a sedative impact. Frontier's gas Chromatography and Mass Spectrometry, brings a significant potency to the plant. Among it's healing powers, cancer, joint issues and inflammation. (Stick w/ Frontier brand on this one, not all are created equal. The Chromatography and Mass Spectrometry are a necessity with this complex of a plant.)

The reaction seems chemical. One whiff, gazes lock, wonder brews. What powers have just been enchanted upon us from this dichotomous elixir? It feeds a part of you that has always been hungry, but you didn't know.

Oils call to me like yoga, trees, wind, water or stones do. Like Artemis before Hercules. I stay within and allow a delicate decision to form, from a place that doesn't need words. The aroma of a certain primal being sent me searching for a new spice the day this new oil was revealed to me. When the smell of him washed out of my sheets, I was left with the desire to be drenched and dirty with his secretions once again.

You know those electric beings oozing subtle vibrations?
 You will know when you feel a trickling sensation in secret spaces.
Warm, ethereal droplets placed gently and naturally on your lips- taking refusal out of the options,
no matter the neural input.
Dredging your animal self- playful, free and fearless;
fierce, soulful and soft. A force.
Seducing you into submission with such sophistication-
releasing you strengthened with a new discipline.

That's what led me to Vetiver's esoteric, aphrodisiac, cicatrisant, nervine sustenance.

I knew what I wanted. I sniffed through others, lemon, bergamont, ylang ylang, none of them were just right. Too sweet, too sour...too tame, not tame enough.
I knew I would sense it when I found it.
Nothing can cloud the vision when you know what you want.

I craved rich earth, health a forever youthful innocence, filled with purity.
Sincerity tingling with serenity's embrace.
As with any glory, there is a hint of danger lurking beyond the shadows beneath your feet,
an uncertainty that will never be defined,
which leaves you breathless with wonder and persistence,
furthering your thriving to soar that much more.

Rebirth your soul, take a whiff of the spirit of Vetiver oil. It will change your perspective.

All are not created equal when it comes to Vetiver, get this bottle. Organic, Aura Cacia by Frontier and me as your free coach, http://tinyurl.com/OrganicVetiverwithSarah
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Freedom Writers


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This film shows the love of writing and the power of the written word.
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Beyond Borders

March 20. 2011

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by Sarah K Grundy

Writing the news for over a decade, that should make me a sinic and yearning to be proven wrong. Right? I really just want to be made a believer. Once you're a believer there's nothing left to say, it becomes poetry.

I always am looking to be made a believer. That always becomes potent beyond compare.

A new rule of thumb for me as a photo journalist in training, be objective. Write the facts and don't get emotionally involved as much as possible. When writing for films, television, radio or blogs they want your guts. The news your guts must stay home.

Journalists have the power to take a life, make a life or have a life taken or made. As a novelist your reader chooses you, as a journalist you choose your reader.

The woman that saw her son taken, can end up taking her life if you write about it- the woman who was under cover if written about could be taken in front of her home if written about. The power to uphold those in power to what they say they will do- that is a reason to write.

Watch Beyond Borders movie with Angelina Jolie it will change your life
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Food and Art


CBS Listings: Sarasota Opera House, Sharky's






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Halle Berry story

March 1, 2011

“Celebrity a platform to overcome Domestic Violence”
A look inside Halle Berry's involvement with the domestic violence community
As seen on blog for the film, "Power and Control: Domestic Violence in America"
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"Amy Inspired"

March 13, 2011
 

Anne Geddes photo copyrighted


Everyone has to start somewhere. Just start.
I still don't exactly have a topic not unless a main character named Jane who mysteriously lands on an island named Nombubu without her memory counts? I thought not.
My childhood from age 2 when my name was Kelly? Moving on.
A famous NY Times, best selling author who has since had her books translated into film, divulged, "Just Write!" Along with a few other tips, on how to get started with your novel.
Meanwhile, I have 3, started.
I do feel as though I've uncovered my talent, which I've been searching for all my life. What a relief, whatever would I do without my talent. What would Tinkerbell say?
All my life I've been wanting a career and I've finally found one.
It's exhilarating despite its many obstacles when you've finally found what you've been looking for.
Like that lost set of keys, or lucky pair of panties.
You are whole again and can move on to the next phase of your life or moment.

As a child I remember copying other people's romantic poetry and stories from the greats to see what it felt like to mark the world with brilliance.
My high school English teacher loved me. Mr. Fidel, he called me, "my girl" and showed me how to start my paragraphs with words other than I and my, and how to be fearless in my writing and of a certain authority with your words. He'd give "BIG SQUIRT" every time administration in the school bothered him about one thing or another and Mrs. Rossi from elementary school made up songs so I could remember grammar..grammer?? its grammar right?
In college my first A was on a paper I wrote about Androgyny, my second on Schizophrenia.

Then it was time to pay the bills and student loans so I started with a broadcast writing gig for television and radio.
Writing nothing but news for ten hours daily, my fingers only stopped typing when the towers fell on 911, as did the news and the world for that matter, and in a small sense, so did I.
From my 129th street apartment, while those in my main office on 42nd st. watched out the window in horror as two planes crashed into the buildings, which graced their view across the street, the World Trade Center towers fell, and the city and the news just stopped.
The restless city, ceased all movement for a very long time.
The eye witnesses wondered if they were next as did a great friend, while he watched on the Brooklyn bridge, and saw it all from a long shot view.
Overly courageous, full of that NY energy, not yet realizing the full velocity of what took place in my untouchable town, I went down to help and was stuck downtown for hours that day, wondering if I'd ever get out.
It was at this point, broadcast writing began to become a thing of the past for my words.

Finally, I saw my name in print, with a piece of myself, in a glossy magazine article. I stroked it for days, and I was hooked on that feeling. I was touching peoples lives, reaching them with the written word and my visions with photographs.
Like showing the world what you see through your eyes and hear through your ears.

Since then, I've written for newspapers, blogs and films. My writing for a NY Times publication brought an offer to go to Brazil and run a couture fashion program that would save poor neighborhoods and feed the starving area four times daily. I topped the charts on a Canadian website, Orato, for a first person story, which took painstaking tears to write.

How do you go from being a photojournalist to a novelist?

I've been studying under an NYU professor, while he critiques my blogs. I'm sure he'd shutter at my rambling on this one. Thanks for paying me Peter, when I should have been paying you. He meanwhile is gracing the world with his award winning films to date.

Doing as I've always done, to push forward and publish a book I feel is worthy; feels like walking out into your neighborhood stark naked.
With the use of my savvy Manhattan education, that city is froth with a knowledge the finest of Universities could not package. Harnessing what I recall from my college education, which my mother continues to remind me she paid for, and what am I doing with it, while my grandmother reminds me, I can't have all of my success when I'm dead.
Holding firm to self taught, hard knock research to bring something I can't refuse but bring, and you can't refuse to read.
Carrying me forward, reading for inspiration and direction, running, meditating, practicing on perfecting my yoga and continuing to harness all that I am.

My current read is about a graduate student now professor not getting published, I mean at all, anywhere, and her frisky roommate grabbing all the good glory with her ambitious, motivated, athletic, energetic, self-persistence. She doesn't leave the house before jogging five miles and writing two pages. "Amy Inspired" by Bethany Pierce.
For more on my Good Reads from the past see: http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/4718847-sarah-k?shelf=read
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History Channel

Feedback, from the producer: "FYI: I've edited the freelancer lists, and you are at the very top of it not only because you are a joy to work with, but have clearly lasted through at least one other producer. :) May I also take you with me on my traveling Superstar list for other gigs?"

Some good stuff from the footage, "Being geographically isolated is probably one of the major things that can start to contribute to local changes in evolution and population and in some cases to the emergence of brand new species. " Rennie

Campbell says, "And in fact there’s been changes it looks like in even the last fifty thousand years in the subtle ways that neurotransmitters work in our brains. " also "The distinction that we’ve drawn between body and mind goes back to as Nietzsche said, Aristotle drove a steak between the mind and the body and we’ve been recovering ever since. And what’s fascinating now is we have the science to put the two back together again."
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Freelance write your way to six figures and other savvy business talk

How can writing be your money tree?

While I nursed twins,  in my undies, in my 
living room, I wrote and got paid for it.

There was a time I supported a family of three from freelance writing funds and partly still do, a decade later.

It all started, not with my costly education, but with my experience and relentless nature.
The rejections are plenty, but take them as lessons and gracefully move forward. Rest assured, they are always leading you to pearlier gates.
A NY Times editor told me on our first meeting, "the last guy that spelled my name wrong, didn't get the job."
He said this with no smile at all.
"Oh" gulp.
"Then again, he now works at the Wall Street Journal. So who am I to judge?"
I spelled his name wrong, he printed my stories and photos.

Don't take it to heart.
Smile.
Always be charming.
I wrote for the NY Times about bunnies that had birthday parties and were healed by chiropractors, companies that fed Brazil 3 times a day, or art shattering the status quo.
Anything I thought of I'd pitch it to corresponding editors, all of them. 
And I'd follow through with photos I'd get dirty, or wet for, and words I'd dance for. 

There's print and then there's broadcast. An entirely different animal.

I monitored major network television and Bloomberg Radio in Manhattan for 8 years right out of college, and took it with me to live on an island off the coast of SW Florida.
I was able to travel w/ this work because a friends brother played Bloomberg radio for me, in his basement for an entire year.
I also made a very good friend at DISH Network, who supplied me with the Live NY broadcast feed.
The gift of gab, goes a long way, as does the generosity of others.

I didn't do much negotiating in those days and they got me for a steal, however that writing took me very far and came to far away lands with me.

I wrote about 9-11 during the day the towers fell, while my co-workers and I watched out our windows at the disaster, we compiled the news surrounding it.
This was a time of great uncertainty.
My director Andy said, "I guess this work will last through the war, but I'm not sure."
This was the market I entered.
Uncertainty.
A fight or flight playing field.
No one was sure what was going to happen next and the tone was, purity and panic.

Politics, finance, red carpet, sports, or war-
Anything People, Places, Things, or Ideas related, I regurgitated it.
For ten hours a day, from the broadcasts around the world, I delivered the meat of the news between two coasts and two countries.

The job always looked classy on the outside,
but on the inside there was an old radio plugged into an even older laptop, in a dingy basement, doing some of the dirty work, and a war going on in the background. (So vintage.) Meanwhile, I pitched for other journalism and photojournalism writing contracts the entire time.

It paid the bills and became residual.
I took it with me, as I kept moving forward.

It's a fun game like we played as kids, but don't forget to collect after you pass go, or if someone lands on your park place. "It's an energy exchange and has to be seen as so." Sara Kauffman said about taking money for thai massage. Be on your toes about your pay, but know that like a Dr. in his residency, you will have to do your time. And lots of it, for free possibly. Enjoy the ride.

Then comes film, again an entirely unique beast to write for.  

I found that documentary films in post-production need commentary, cinema verte, transcripts, blogging, PR, photojournalism, networkers and more. 
Post-production work in film, is always paid for, unlike the volunteers that come with pre-production (Tasha Oldham sentiment from the "Peace bus.")

The language and skill I learned along the way, from those far greater than myself.
Don't be afraid to hang out with the big dogs.
Everyone is small at something, at first.
Like life, business is constantly moving and growing, morphing and changing.
Don't try to trap it, fly with it.

I found an NYU film director on Craigslist.
Yes, Craigslist.
Be savvy about social media, don't knock it.
The artist running Urban Outfitters Navy Yard was told by Urban upon his hire, "We make most of our money from social networking. Do you Instagram?"
Use it wisely.
Through the NYU film director's training, I came to work with some of LA's great film producers and directors. I also learned a lot about writing and my name now appears on a  few great films.
That's worth its weight in gold.

Photography:
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
William Blake

To see the world through a lens.
It's a gift so many of us possess seeing moments in our minds, noticing colors, shadows, light and brilliant spaces. My photographs were getting gobbled up by newspapers like The Sun, The Herald, Orato in Canada and even magazines (magazine editors were the toughest for me to please.)
Not all published photos need to be done by the professionals. There are many prints that just need a few shots. If you make them stand out, you may be called to take on the professional gigs next time.

My stories were getting published weekly, along w/ front cover photos. And it was my sole income, for awhile. (See my portfolio here if it helps you,
http://muckrack.com/sarah-k-grundy)
I learned a few tough lessons about the "Ethics of Journalism." Similar to the law in some circles, or like a pirates code in others! (Use the search bar for my older blogs regarding the ethics of journalism.)

Now I'm learning to write for grants, cash for cures, medicine, scientific research, health, nutrition, fitness, yoga and coaching. Like a snowball rolling down a hill, writing is one of those skills that never stops growing. Keep feeding it.

A few noteworthy lessons:
Confidence is key, as is class.
Trust your "gut."
Don't be afraid to work for less, sometimes until you have a ground to stand on.
When you do, don't be afraid to ask for more.
Then go to battle for the bucks. It's respectable I promise. Just be down to earth about it and never greedy.
Look for the greats that will teach you something. It will empower both of you.
Keep your mind so wide open, that there is no opened and closed, just space and time.
Rarely say no. Unless it's too much for you to handle, or delegate.
Delegate. Find students who are looking to learn.
Take Criticism like a lady, or gentleman.
No efforts are ever wasted.
They lend to your versatility, make you more recognizable and garnish your resume. That goes a long way.
A Harvard research study recently published findings on the benefits of distractions. Even those can boast you in ways lending to setting you back on track. 
What is garbage to one, may be gold to another.
Everything can be recycled or revamped. (This blog was revamped from circa 2008)


What are other ways to add to the pile of cash in the tool shed even if you can't write?

With summer just around the corner and vacations on the horizon, make your space start paying the bills a bit.

 A stunning actress friend of mine in NYC, lives in the heart of Soho. She often rents her space.
As she hops a plane for India, a family of four enjoys the lavish life she has worked hard to build for herself, in the city that never sleeps.

A family near and dear to my heart recently took a spring break trip to Arizona, while a group of college kids convened on her Queen Village household for a hockey tournament stay.

I'll be renting my space for film shoots, while I find waves to ride and cabins in the woods with rivers for fishing to hide in while I embrace solitude for a nice refreshing break from the grid.

Ideas of house swapping is also an idea already visited by Hollywood film plots, and dear family friends, who were able to rent their home, while they rented their friends home in New Zealand, while their friend rented a home in Europe, maybe from a friend?

 Click here for a website for pimping your pad for a few pennies, https://www.airbnb.com/)

Partner up and share your story! I've been building a business on partnerships for just under a year. It's simple, with most companies FREE and you can earn a healthy commission for promoting for them. I team with products that I already love and use to  make it a no brainer. I always chat up what I love and see work. Why not make a profit from that? I coach in how to do this, ask me how! Lastly, have you heard how simple it can be to make a generous living on You Tube and blogs, or vlogs? If you have a camera you can do this. Ask me how. My twins are You Tube Stars and did it all on their own. 

Happy earnings! 

If you want to chat more about this feel free to email me, sarahgrundyfitness@gmail.com 
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