Hey, what if…?

Three boys had shoulder length hair and liked it. One boy needed a haircut. They decided to borrow dad’s clippers. Boy #1 ends up bald and scared. They decide to cut hair on boy #2 and they do a better job but it’s very short and a bit “patchy”. They look at boy #3, who says “no way” but ends up joining in and sacrificing his head and ends up with short hair (but not so bald) since they now discover there are different blades for the clippers.

All three boys end up spending the night together, mainly because they were afraid to go home, but they have a great time. Yes, they are surprised at how nice and easy it is to have short hair.

Can we learn from this? Hell yes!

Sometimes, you just have to do it…don’t be afraid…and yes..do a little bit of research before you start so you can utilize all the tools…and most important of all…nothing ever lasts..so if you’re not happy..it’s just a matter of time and new ideas will come… now go ask yourself… “what if…?”

Marilyn Monroe in the Full moon

While talking on the phone with my father the other night, he urged me to go outside to see if I saw what he saw.  He claimed Marilyn Monroe could be seen in the full moon.  “She’s looking left, and her hair is full and wavy.  The shadowy greys are her mouth…just like a black and white shot I saw on a poster once” he said.   After our phone conversation I went outside and while I thought I saw the wavy hair part…I couldn’t detect the facial features…at all, but the idea of my father seeing Marilyn Monroe made me smile.  He met Sophia Loren one time because he built a bridge that she had to walk across as part of her promotion entrance at a mall in south Florida many,many years ago.  He smiled so wide when he talked about Sophia that night at the dinner table.  We can all get mesmerized by beauty, but what really touches our heart and soul is when we interact with different age groups and different cultures, different perspectives.  Wholoctave Living is seeing the beauty that bubbles up from within and learning from it. What lies hidden in all of us, when shared, can open new ideas for the people that listen.  I’ll call my dad back and talk about that poster he once saw and where he was at that time in his life. I hope I have the wisdom to listen.

Holi Festival

I learned something new today.

I was trying to park and noticed many people in the street and parking areas…just loitering around “because of the beautiful weather”, is what I thought… I also thought….”not the best place people”…as visions of being back in Las Vegas popped into my head.  I used to live in Las Vegas and people just seemed to be oblivious to traffic there…even in grocery store parking lots, etc.  People wandered where they wanted, not even caring that drivers were trying to get through…it was maddening…

As I got out of my car today, a couple of the children ran up to me..excited and proud to show off their painted faces…they were bright red and smeared with reckless abandon.  I smiled and commented on how wonderful they looked…then I glanced over to all the adults in the road and saw they were actually in a loose circle and had painted faces as well.  They were all dressed in brightly colored clothing.  They appeared to be Indian.  I smiled and continued.

March 19 is Holika Dahan

March 20 (2011) is Holi (Dhulandi)

Holi is celebrated at the end of winter on the last full moon day of the lunar month.

Holi Festival is joyous celebrations of going into the street in big groups smearing each other w/ bright colored powders and water.  The dance of colors is also an expression of this event.  There are bonfires the previous night.

 

I encourage you to explore the stories behind this celebration as they were interesting as well.  Anyone wanting to correct me on what I’ve posted, please do so as I’m just reporting what I briefly discovered online after my experience today .  I would love to hear from Holi Festival participants.  I believe it is a Hindu Holiday.