Unplanned psychic visit

I have a networking event to attend at 5:30 p.m. I have dressed nice for this meeting because that's what you do when you are trying to sell your services. I am also wearing high heels.

Since I have been there before to these meetings, I figure I don't need to check the address. So I leave the office based on memory alone. I park the car and start walking towards the place. I try opening the door and they are closed. I get on my new BlackBerry to double check the address. It says it's down the street. So I start walking again and I can't find it. I am wearing heels as I mentioned, with a slightly short skirt and at this point, walking up and down the street doesn't exactly look 'appropriate'. And I am hungry and frustrated. Or maybe I am hungry because I am frustrated? Then I see a sushi place and the next thing I know I am sitting at the sushi bar and ordering Asahi and sushi and more sushi--all by myself.

Then the bill comes and I am baffled. But my Asahi is not finished yet so I decide to sit there and finish the bottle.

After I get out, I stumble on the street back to my car. Except that there is a psychic place on my way and instead, I find myself sitting on a small sofa in a dark room with a lady who has neatly braided hair reading my fortune.

And she is good. She says she sees the "death card" for me, which is the card for transformation--the part of me that has died. Something I knew already.

And out of everything she says one thing sticks out and that is the name of one her other client, who is also an immigration lawyer--and a famous one.

I just can't believe what's happening to me this afternoon, while I was supposed to be passing out my cards at a networking event, I am here getting a psychic reading.

I tell her I am a lawyer. Her name is Nyla and she will be my official psychic from now on.

There is some networking for you.

Bliss

It's July. Not nearly as hot as a typical July day may get but nice. And it's another summer night in Tustin, CA, with an outdoor summer concert in the park.

I walk out of my office located in Old Town Tustin around 630 p.m. and walk slowly towards the park which is one block away. The walk is brisk. There is a nice breeze and I am mellow. I am meeting a group of friends in the park for a nice picnic and a couple of hours of Johnie Cash tribute.

And suddenly I have this thought: This day is so beautiful that if I died today, I would have lived a full life.

Wow, and that is what we call bliss.

I wasn't here

"We have been trying to reach you since November last year, for last nine months." He said.

"Well sir, I wasn't here." I replied

"Where were you?" He asked.

'I died in September sometime. Then was back in the womb for the last nine months. I was actually born again last week.' I wanted to tell him but he would have never understood it. So I remained silent.

I am here to make love

"I am Jose Rizo and this is Jazz on the Latin Side."

And that's how you know another warm L.A. summer has began, with the voice of Jose Rizo talking about Jazz at Hollywood and Highland. And summer is the time to make love in L.A., to become one with all the City has to offer--from its outdoor concerts to walks by the beach, to outdoor festivals and downtown artwalks and more.

And this year, I am here to stay, whereas last year I spent the summer away. As I hike up the windy road in Griffith Park to watch the fireworks on July 4th, I notice the full moon over a vast clear sky, the smell of pine trees along the road and can think of nothing but how lucky I am in this moment to be alive, here...again. And of course, we have the Bowl in the midst of Hollywood, which is now seen from the high up mountains of Griffith Park.

Of course, I am now making love in two counties, LA and Orange. The more the merrier.

Hello Summer, I am here to make love. For summers are meant to be spent in L.A., right here and now.

RIP Sam II

Sam II died today--may he rest in peace. He lasted close to two years and traveled to Iran twice. His death was imminent for a while now he had been sick. Maybe because of all that traveling he did. Or maybe he came during the times of inner destruction of my soul. He observed me go inside and unlearn a cruel world. And as I learned, he observed, and with every cruel reality that was unlearned he developed a tumor. Finally, he came down with cancer. And now he is dead.

I am still in possession of his body because there are some old photos on him that I still may want to keep. Or not. Perhaps, the photos should go away as part of the explosion that occurs with every destruction.

And this is why death is a great thing for with every death, a newness is born that is even better.

And this is why destruction is the best thing that could ever happen to you. As only when you are destroyed to the bone, you can rebuild yourself even better.

A new phone was born today but he is no longer related to the Sam Sung family. This one is a Blackberry so he is part of the Berries. We can call him Berry I.