My Day

Events of the day:

I wake up with the first light of dawn. Given that I slept at 9 p.m. last night, it is obvious why I can't go back to sleep. Also, my anxiety has been back for a while so that means sleeping has decreased.

I go to the bathroom about 6 times from the time I open my eyes until I finally decide to give up the fight and get out of my bedroom.

I send out a demand letter for an unreturned security deposit. I copy it, I fax it, I mail it.

I make two phone calls on another housing case: one to the process server who informs me she can't serve someone who does not open the door, another to the nice attorney on the opposing side which ends up with his voice being really loud at the end.

I create a new blog on Wordpress because I am intending to use that one from now on. But then I can't figure out the perfect background layout for it so I just use this one instead.

A potential client calls from Northern California who found my name on the internet. He is from Sudan and his sister's name is Layla--which is why he called me. He wants to apply for citizenship. Great, join the club.

I do other things as well. Like cook brown rice and mung beans because it is about the only thing I can digest these days.

I have two international--no I am sorry three--phone calls about my recent existential crisis these days. All of the people who love me try to console me saying this isn't a big deal--the move across the oceans that is. I try to believe them.

I try to call a man who has recently had a new prosthetic leg and who calls me to see how I am doing these days. But his roommate says he is sleeping. I feel bad for not calling him more often.

I check out this one attorney's website and realize it is still under construction after two years, and I can't figure out how she functions in this world with such a crappy website and how she got a 1.3 million dollar jury verdict, presenting herself with such a website. I guess that could be because she is just an amazing lawyer and amazing lawyers supersede amazing websites.

I spend about one hour filling out a UN job application online but the stupid form can't be saved and I accidentally close out the window.

Then, I cry. And I cry hysterically. I cry for what is happening to me and for what I have created, and for unexpected things and more and more.

Then I remember all the things I have been studying for the past two years about Soul work and Soul journey and Soul development. Well, here they are. And the Earth is nothing but a school. I try to believe this one too.

When I am done crying, I check more e-mail, more facebook and make more phone calls.

And now I am going to bed again.

Oneness to come soon

An ordinary Saturday morning starts out with a small chat with the roommate. I am undecided if I should eat breakfast or not so I take a shower first, get ready and then once almost out the door, I decide I am hungry. So two toasts and a half a tea cup later, I am out the door.

The young girl at the bank remembers me from yesterday's transaction. I notice her hands are a little puffy and she wears the tiniest ring with the tiniest diamond on her hand.

I love this office even more on Saturdays when the only other person, a male paralegal in his 60's, is not here. If every day was like a quiet beautiful Saturday like this, I would then work really well every day...except that when it's not a Saturday, the air is tense.

I hate tense.

The client who comes in is waiting for her green card to be filed by me. She asks me how long it may take because her father is sick back home and she wants to go back to see him. Her friend who was in the similar situation, her father passed away. The immigration papers didn't come through on time.

Yeah, immigration doesn't really care for your sick family whom you left behind back home.

All her hope for going back is in my hands. She can't thank me enough.

There will be a day, on this planet Earth, that we will no longer have a need for authorization to travel around. We will recognize our oneness, our globalness, and banish all immigration paperwork. Of course, on that day I would have to go back to practicing either family law or just become a full-time writer.

In the meantime, I should go back to filling out the immigration forms.

Blog mission

I need a blog mission, a goal, a common theme.

I need a new blog.

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.