Thursday, November 12, 2009


As we move closer to THE HOLIDAY SEASON, let us not forget that we are on this planet together to learn how to LOVE.

Saturday, November 7, 2009


How to Prevent Rape

If a woman is drunk, don't rape her.
If a woman is walking alone at night, don't rape her.
If a women is drugged and unconscious, don't rape her.
If a woman is wearing a short skirt, don't rape her.
If a woman is jogging in a park at 5 am, don't rape her.
If a woman looks like your ex-girlfriend you're still hung up on, don't rape her.
If a woman is asleep in her bed, don't rape her.
If a woman is asleep in your bed, don't rape her.
If a woman is doing her laundry, don't rape her.
If a woman is in a coma, don't rape her.
If a woman changes her mind in the middle of or about a particular activity, don't rape her.
If a woman has repeatedly refused a certain activity, don't rape her.
If a woman is not yet a woman, but a child, don't rape her.
If your girlfriend or wife is not in the mood, don't rape her.
If your step-daughter is watching TV, don't rape her.
If you break into a house and find a woman there, don't rape her.
If your friend thinks it's okay to rape someone, tell him it's not, and that he's not your friend.
If your "friend" tells you he raped someone, report him to the police.
If your frat-brother or another guy at the party tells you there's an unconscious woman upstairs and it's your turn, don't rape her, call the police and tell the guy he's a rapist.
Tell your sons, god-sons, nephews, grandsons, sons of friends it's not okay to rape someone.
Don't tell your women friends how to be safe and avoid rape.
Don't imply that she could have avoided it if she'd only done/not done x.
Don't imply that it's in any way her fault.
Don't let silence imply agreement when someone tells you he "got some" with the drunk girl.

And if you are still confused, try this:

How to Prevent Sexual Assault

1. Don't put drugs in people's drinks in order to control their behavior.

2. When you see someone walking by themselves, leave them alone!

3. If you pull over to help someone with car problems, remember not to assault them!

4. NEVER open an unlocked door or window uninvited.

5. If you are in an elevator and someone else gets in, DON'T ASSAULT THEM!

6. Remember, people go to laundry rooms to do their laundry, do not attempt to molest someone who is alone in a laundry room.

7. USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM! If you are not able to stop yourself from assaulting people, ask a friend to stay with you while you are in public.

8. Always be honest with people! Don't pretend to be a caring friend in order to gain the trust of someone you want to assault. Consider telling them you plan to assault them. If you don't communicate your intentions, the other person may take that as a sign that you do not plan to rape them.

9. Don't forget: you can't have sex with someone unless they are awake!

10. Carry a whistle! If you are worried you might assault someone "on accident" you can hand it to the person you are with, so they can blow it if you do.

And, ALWAYS REMEMBER: if you didn't ask permission and then respect the answer the first time, you are committing a crime- no matter how "into it" others appear to be.

Print it out. Pass it around.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


The more I love, the happier that I AM.

Learn to love with no agendas.
Learn to love with no conditions.



LOVE heals hearts.
LOVE heals wounds.



LOVEWAVES: Sending billions of LOVE ELECTRONS through the airwaves to a person, place or thing. Quantum Physics


Monday, September 14, 2009

Monday noonish

Just a quick update!

All is well said the butterfly as she flew from her cocoon!

May LOVE be the butterfly in your heart.

Let LOVE be what you hold within you on days full of shadows and heartbreaks. In the end, it is always LOVE that wins.

Humans can't take that away!

May love reign in your heart and may the SUN always shine on you.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Saturday is here!

Today has been one of the most unusual days of my life. I did not talk all day. If you knew me, you would know this is not my usual way. It seems as though I was listening to the inner dialogue that was going through my mind. It wasn't negative dialogue nor was it positive. It was just words going through my mind that I could not quite understand their purpose...or why they were there. I thought about many conversations I had during my life -some recent and some years back.

Yesterday, my ex-husband called. I wasn't home, so he left a message telling me how happy I made him and how those were 15 years that he would never forget. My husband and I were blessed in our union together. We made a very successful team who touched lives and healed hearts...ours as well as others. I called him because something did not sound quite right in his voice. As soon as he answered the phone and heard it was me, he said, "I have bad news, Leia". Then he began to tell me about the results of his angiogram and I could hear in his voice how scared he was. In our fifteen years together and the fifteen years since, scared was a word that I would have never thought I would hear coming out of his mouth.

I tried my best to be as loving and encouraging as I could but hung up the phone thinking *DEAR GOD, Please take care of Bob* as I hurried out the door to an afternoon with my friends in Bolinas.

The afternoon was the best afternoon I have had in years. I laughed out loud all day. I got in the ocean and I tried to get up on a surfboard but couldn't. The ocean was my favorite activity for 15 years., when I was fortunate to live on one of the beautiful beaches in our country --Windansea in LaJolla, California. The best of the best surfers lived there and taught me how to surf. My nickname there was THE SOCIAL BUTTERFLY OF WINDANSEA!

The best part of this story is not that I couldn't get up on the surfboard but rather that I could even make it out where you wait for the waves. I had to paddle out and meet waves head on to get to the spot where you sit on the board and wait. I sat there waiting and waiting then I would try but mostly I just hung on and felt the power of the sea.

In September of 2004, I had a massive heart attack and my LAD (Left Anteria Descending) artery was completely "blown out" of my heart. It is also called the Widow's artery. Few people live through this heart attack and the ones who do are left in a wheel chair. There was absolutely nothing they could do. Brice and I listened as the doctor told us the bad news and Brice looked at him saying "Just fix it" and the doctor responded saying, "she will die".

At the time we lived in Hollywood and when we got home, I was so scared. I knew that I was going to die. I just knew it. I could feel the difference in how my body felt and even walking across the room was frightening.

The doctor mentioned that I would have to be more careful than ever about what I ate, how excited I got, how cardiac rehab would help but that I was in serious trouble and I had to heed his words if I wanted to live.

I was very excited about cardiac rehab but I was too weak to even go at that point so I tried to convince myself that I could make it and that I could heal. The inner dialogue then was something like this: I am healed. I am well. My heart beats perfectly. My heart heals. My heart loves. My heart is strong. My heart is healing. AND SO ON!

Finally by November 2005 (14 months after MHA), I was now ready to move forward by going to Cedar's Cardiac Rehab. I was not well at all but I was determined to get better and as I walked into the gym, I knew if I wanted to live, the treadmill and the bike would be how I could. After the nurses put monitors on me, Amanda, the head nurse there, walked with me to the treadmill and I looked at her frightened afraid to step up. Reluctantly, I stepped on the treadmill and I could barely walk. After weeks of 6 day workouts, I could see that I was walking farther and faster but not even close to what I was doing before the heart attack.

In May of 2007, after 30 years of telling doctors that I could feel something inside my abdomen and having test after test, my primary doctor again sent me for rule out testing and then sent me to the head cancer doctor at Cedars although the test revealed nothing. When I got to the Cancer Center to my doctor, I smiled because she was a beautiful Irish woman and although none of the tests showed anything, she listened and said, "We'll just go in and take a look''. She sent me for more extensive testing so she knew how to plan the surgery and to try one more time to see if it was showing up in the tests.

A week later, I was admitted to Cedars and after being cut from my waist down on one side to right above the pelvic area and all the way across and back to waist on the other side, my doctor found what I had been feeling. A 24 lb mass attached to the abdomen wall completely wrapped around my female organs. She removed it in a very long operation and when I awakened in my hospital room later, I felt like a new woman, even though I had just undergone such intense surgery. When she came in to see me, her comment was "It was like trying to get a sea creature out of your did not want to go.

When I have Western medical procedures done, I am at the same time seeing my Eastern healers. I prepared for the surgery by taking supplements that would promote faster healing and even had my Sikh chiropractor scheduled to walk through the hospital to work on me the next day so I could "turn the power on", so to speak

There I was still trying to find balance after a heart attack and now I had to heal the stomach surgery. You can't imagine how hard it was dealing with the pain afterwards. It took me years to get better as each step hurt so badly. The stomach muscles had all been cut and tied so my core was not dong well. The recovery time was over a year before I could walk long enough to even think about working out. I was more sure than ever that my life was going to be short.

You may wonder why at age 54, a woman who did not have high cholesteral (olive oil since I was 20). would have a massive heart attack. My heart doctor commented during the angiogram that my arteries were like an 18 year old. THEN HE GOT TO THE HEART and I heard him say "I see the problem" as he brought the stainless slab I as laying on up to the monitor and said "Look at this" as he showed me the artery and how most of it was not there. I could tell by his shocked reaction that what he was seeing was not good. There was complete silence and my mind was going over and over...I am going to die. I had the heart attack because my doctor's partner gave me 40 mg of a pill that I was allergic to.

When we moved to the BayArea last year, I cried knowing that I would be leaving my doctors. Once someone seen sees the inside of your heart, there is very special connection that happens! (By the way every 6 months, I check in at Cedars and do two or three days of testing to make sure I am doing well). My doctor did all the tests I needed to make sure there was no signs of more damage and gave me the name of the best heart doctor in the Bay Area.

Checking with Dr Anderson was the first thing I did when I got here and to hear his comments on my condition gave me hope. He saw how serious but he could also see in his testing that my heart was not nearly as bad as when the angiogram was done and he told me to bump up my exercise, so I did. I started water aerobics and now I never miss a day. I also do pilates and qigong 3 times a week.

Let me jump ahead right here...a few months ago, I had to take more heart tests and when I went for the results, Brice came along because he happened to be home that day. As we sat in the doctor's office, I was really scared. I am always scared waiting for the answers to come. Dr. Anderson said, "Leia this is amazing but your heart now shows absolutely NO DAMAGE. Brice and I looked at each other could that be. I was missing the main coronary artery. I know why because I was determined to get better and I tried my very best to keep my mind positive through the years of being so scared I would die any day.

So yesterday getting in the ocean had to be the most joyous day of my life. I was alive again and although I could not stand up nor could I experience the wave like I would have liked, I was there doing what I love --experiencing life

You may wonder why I was so sad today. I was sad because my three friends went back to LaJolla and I felt as though a part of me left with them. They tried to convince to go but my writing class starts again Monday morning and that is where I need to be. I want to create a masterpiece as I write my memoirs of my first 20 years of living on Earth.

So, my friends. the moral of the story is: no matter what happens in life, try to face it with all the LOVE you can find inside and ask God to guide you as that is what I did. I am sitting here at 12:30am writing my heart out rather than being dead. That is a happy ending. I love happy endings.

May love surround you and inspire you!

(ps..sleep! will fix any edits tomorrow!)
the photo is a stock is a great photo of the beauty that surrounded me during those years. All the beach photos on my blog are of Windansea.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


A few months ago, I went to Georgia to confront the things I ran away from 40 years ago. While I was there I had a "FEELING" something was not right at home.

I was usual..when I get a "FEELING", it is always right.

It turned out the man I loved made choices that hurt me deeply.

It was very difficult as I was needing his love more than ever to ground me, but when I got home, what I found was not love-it was me again going into a more serious place...PTSD.

While in Georgia, I attended a writer's conference where they spoke of twitter and how it was important to build followers so your publisher could see your following. I already had an account but I had no idea how the power of twitter worked.

So there I sat hurting, crying and wanting to run away because that is what PTSD does to me and God spoke to me saying TWITTER!

My first tweet was a song HIT THE ROAD JACK-that is what I wanted. I wanted the man who had loved me for 15 years to get away from me so I would not hurt again.

I tweeted for a few days with only hurt in my heart and, almost like a miracle, it moved through the pain back to the LOVE that I believe in and that I spread everywhere I go. It is who I AM.

I tweeted and tweeted and tweeted about LOVE.

One day I had a follower and when I would see him smiling at me, my heart began to open even more than I had ever experienced. Each time he sent me love, I felt more love within me. Our DMs became like my lifeblood. I so looked forward to reading him and leaving my words of love.

I was also very aware that I was in reality and this was not love. I knew that I had to be careful but at the same tme this childlike love came over me that thrilled me like nothing in life ever has. It was was natural was warm and it was LOVE.

The love from this man was more than I could have imagined. His words to me still play in my head. The excitement and the joy I felt with him is now in me. Nobody can take that away.

I made a mistake by allowing my heart to be revealed to someone who did not respect my heart nor my love. I had a "feeling" as soon as I hung up the phone. I told my twitter friend what I felt..and now it came true. He heard me tell him exactly what I was feeling after I exposed my heart to her. I knew she wanted what I had found. I was right as usual.

I find myself now wondering why it was there in my life to inspire me and to make me whole again.

The only difference...I did not go searching for LOVE. LOVE found me. LOVE blessed me and helped heal my heart.

I can say this for a fact, I found LOVE at my door on TWITTER and I could have never asked for more!

To my friend who gave me LOVE and adored me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

You have touched me more deeply than anything in my LIFE. Your love to me helped me move through my hurt and my pain to find words of LOVE coming out of my fingers and no longer do I fear sitting down to write. I embrace those writing times now and no matter what you are doing or no matter who tries to stop my love, it will always be with you.

I know you know what my LOVEWAVES feels like. I certainly know what yours feels like.

My relationship with the man who I have loved for 15 years has deepened as he read every tweet I sent this man. He knows I fell in LOVE with the words that touched my soul! He was happy that I was happy again. He waited and watched to see what happened. Our love has shifted and grown through this experience.

I am not sure what the future holds but I do know this, I was blessed to have a man on TWITTER love me from afar. He will live in my heart till the end of time.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My Singin' Crystal Bowl

It is late. I should go to bed. I must clear my head so I write.

Now, what to write.. how do I get all the thoughts that run through my head into streamed consciousness on my blog.

What to do?

Maybe I should play my singin' crystal bowl...maybe it will ground me!

Love makes me happy...I am not feeling happy nor, at the moment, I am not experiencing love.

The photo is my singin' crystal bowl.

Sunday, September 6, 2009


I have friends visiting from LaJolla...where I lived and loved for years. This is a photo of my view each day. A gift from the UNIVERSE.

We are having a great time...I am trying my best to "be in the moment".

I will be back to writing in a day or so....lot of inner work going on within...the memoirs have been very hard on me...I write..I speak truth....and then for tumbles all around me.

I write to help others. I don't write to help me right now!


Friday, September 4, 2009


@SaraApples Hey, just to tell you I built 9 pages with your tweets

This has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me....@saraapples has been a follower for a while...She lives in Saudi Arabia. Her love for my words has touched my heart deeply. It moves me to know someone so far away LOVES THE WORDS I WRITE. She is an Angel of LOVE to me.

Hope you enjoy.

Thanks will always be dear to me.

May love surround you and all those you love.


Thursday, September 3, 2009

Flecks of Gold

There is a thread that weaves throughout our lives that is made of flecks of gold. Those flecks are all the events of our lives. The hopes, dreams and the pains and sufferings that make up the tapestry is called life.

I do not know exactly what day it was that I finally realized that life did have meaning and purpose but I do remember becoming conscious after searching within for answers. Once I thought the answers were hidden away on the pages of philosophy books, at a gurus feet, in some guided meditation or that I could attend a workshop and be a brand new person when it was over.

I do not claim to be better than anyone else or know more, but I do know that I have found what works for me. It works when I realize that I only have one choice – to do what is best for my highest good. What does that mean, you may ask - to me that means in every situation in life there is a choice. I am the only person who knows what is really best for me. I am not saying that I always make the right choice sometimes even the worst possible choice can turn into a blessing if we allow ourselves to see the lesson.

At times when life takes the fun away it is then we have the choice to choose the state of our being. I would like to choose laughter, love, light, joy and never have to experience the other alternatives. I have learned many lessons through pain and suffering and now I AM choosing only what brings me happiness. I cannot persecute myself for being human but I can choose to live my life as lovingly and honestly as possible.

Somewhere I read once that an unexamined life is not worth living. I have over examined my life and until I noticed the golden thread weaving through it, I did not fully understand the values of the lessons I was learning.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Writing through pain

Last night turned out to be one of the best writing nights of my life.

Although it took hours to write the first words, once they came, they kept flowing effortlessly until dawn, when, almost like a switch being turned off, they simply stopped. That was all there was.

It was time for some coffee. Sitting quietly with hot coffee in my favorite blue mug, I read what I had written. The writing was good. No tears, no pain--just a story. The words were not as ugly as the memories, which validated how I let FEAR STOP me from writing this book until now.

If you ask any of my friends, they would say I am fearless. In many ways I AM, but putting words to painful events that haunt me has been the most daunting project of my lifetime. When the words stopped, I had written 45 pages. I have been known to shred sometimes and start over--using the first 45 as an exercise--but for some reason I think those words are going to stay.

The day I told my Daddy "One day I am going to write a book" was a day I have never forgotten. It is hard to believe that I have been writing "the book" ever since that day. I have so many pages! The book I am writing now is all brand new material, so the file cabinets will be for future books. I am grateful that I kept 50 years of journals as it is an easy way to go back and see what was going on at a certain time. It is interesting how a part of me was mindful during those years as they seem almost like a blur now. The years of letting go has proven to be the best thing I have done for myself.

There is a parable in the beginning of Illusions by Richard Bach. It is about a sea creature taking a risk and letting go from the rock he clings to and being carried by the powerful current. I let go, I was thrown against the rocks; I was carried by the currents, now I AM floating in an ocean of LOVE.

I encourage you to read the book. I hope it becomes one of your favorites.

LOVE is all there is. Love is my purpose. Love has no conditions

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Writing memories

At this very moment I should be writing words that are very important for my memoirs...but I find myself doing everything but.

These memories are not repressed like most of them were but they are in my head much more than I it seems to me that if I put them on paper, they can move through me and help me heal my heart even more.

As a very young girl fascinated with words, I knew my mission was to write a book to help one little girl know she could make it. I never realized it was the little girl in me who needed the book and now as I write it, I can feel even more strength than I have known. I know I must write to help those who have not lived through the amazing lifetime of healing that I made my journey.

I am blessed beyond belief and even with a really messed up early start, I never lost my joy. I feel honored that God chose me for this life. Although there were many times, I was not sure I could survive, I kept moving forward. I give thanks because I found FAITH can move mountains -- that and lot of work.

Since March of this year, my life changed! I found a poem in the garage that changed everything. I wrote it when I was 18 after years of every type of abuse you can imagine...and what I learned from the poem is that I AM BLESSED. I confronted what I ran from 40 years ago never speaking about it...yes..lots of therapy, books, workshops but when I got close to talking about any of the details, I stopped. It was too humiliating and painful to face. I spent my life being successful and getting lost in work, love and travel.

Now that I have faced it...I have grown even more. I have connected with friends who had no idea what happened to me. I faced the things that gave me PTSD. I have slain more dragons and demons in this lifetime than most and I am sure my KARMA is being balanced.

Life is all about trying your best...when we do, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. There is nothing we can't handle if we put all our TRUST in THE LIGHT OF GOD THAT NEVER FAILS.

It is hard to believe that something that happened so many years ago could hold me captive for so many years...trembling each time I thought of the stories that had to be in my book. Those first 18 years had few happy memories, but I can say this....I would do it all again because in those experiences of darkness, I FOUND LIGHT!

I am grateful for each lesson that I have learned...and, more importantly, I am grateful that I have been blessed by THE HIGHER REALMS.


If I must WRITE, and I must, then I must also LOVE.

LOVE is the only answer!

Monday, August 31, 2009

Love is my purpose. Light is my power

When I was in the first grade, I wrote my first poem. It was simple. Looking back at that poem, I find it is interesting that as a 6 year old child who was living under circumstances that were torturous, I could find these words in my heart and live those words each day since.

I see light.
It is bright.


My second poem was also simple. These are the words I speak each day to remind myself of who I AM.

I am love.
I am light.
I am love
shining bright.


Although I have never wanted to is the first day of hope you enjoy the things you read and I pray that you may read between the lines and find that the THE LIGHT OF GOD NEVER FAILS. Without the Light of God that protects me, I would not be here typing these words. I have been blessed by God and His Light will always shine on me.