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クロアチアビキニに合う油はオリーブオイルだけ![The only oil that goes with a Croatian bikini is olive! in Japanese]

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このブログは2014年12月に掲載されて以来(英語版オリジナル)、12万人以上の方々に読まれました。私は現在、Clean Adriatic Sea Allianceの最高戦略責任者を勤めさせていただいております。
2015年3月17日のアップデート:http://www.croatia-split.com/blog/what-s-happening/adriatic-drilling-casa-replies-to-oil-agency-boss-barbara-doric.html

2015年2月17日のアップデート:クロアチア政府はアドリア海付近での不正掘削に対して起訴されている。(私はHCSP(クロアチア右翼)の言い分にすべて同意しませんが。。。)

Croatia Pure Party of Rights(HCSP)の反応。

HCSP代表、Josip Miljak、によって署名された報道発表:
「クロアチア政府が発表したクロアチア経済圏内での石油とガス掘削の架空の国際入札は犯罪である。もしこれを阻止できなければ多大な損害が生じるだろう。海外企業と契約を結んだところで、すでに起訴の準備をしている専門家グループがいる。ハンブルグ海洋法廷(国連安全保障理事会)と国家検察局だ。」

もしあなたが人間の欲や違法行為に立ち向かい、海、きれいな水、再生可能エネルギー、環境、文化遺産、ビーチで過ごす休暇、ウォータースポーツ、セーリング、ボート、シーフード料理、クロアチア(とイタリアの)アドリア海、地球との調和に基づいた生活の質を大事にする人であれば、この年末の掲載を読んでください。(最初の投稿は2014年12月30日)長文ですが最後まで読んでください。そしてソーシャルメディアを通して沢山の人たちにシェアしてください。(現在複数言語に翻訳中です。出来上がり次第ここにリンクを足していきます。)購読していただいている皆様のおかげで、今年も素晴らしい年になりました。どうもありがとうございました。Sretna Nova godina、Happy New Year、新年明けましておめでとうございます。

私は常にどんな結果が待ち受けているだろうと考えています。この文章が何人の人を怒らせるか、ということも含めてです。

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欲深い男 画像ソース:http://michaelwilliammcdonald.blogspot.com/

私は法人コンサルタントではありません(なれる自信はありますが)。私には、日々忙しく過ごしている人たちは考えないような相互依存関係があることをわかっています。私を掻き立てるのは、物事をより良くする事であり、ハートと思考のバランスが完全に取れた状態で「YES !」と言えるような事です。色んなことが私の情熱と専門知識を触発するけれど、私が実際に取り組むのはいつも誠実さと真偽を問うものです。このポストの内容はクロアチアの経済と環境、また、ヨーロッパ連合の規則を操作するとこによって得られる最悪の状態をベン図でまとめた事についてです

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これは、欲にまみれた者たちの短期的プラン、即座に得られる満足感だけを考え、もし何かの手違いで最悪の事態が起こった時には歴史的、環境的、経済的に掛け替えのない価値ある宝を失う事になるということです。何百年、何千年とアドリア海を生活の糧としたライフスタイル、また現在もそうやって生きている人たちの生活も壊されてしまうという事を考えなくてはいけません。このブログは私たちが力を合わせて、クロアチア観光局がスローガンにしている、「The Mediterranean as it once was ~ 昔のままの地中海」を維持できるように、またクロアチアの人たちの生活を守るために何が必要なのかを見つけ、私たちに取れる行動を紹介します。(Avaaz.org-クロアチア語のみと-Change.orgの請願に署名をお願いします。 またお友達、お知り合いの方々にどうぞシェアしてください!)

The Travel Channel はクロアチアビキニ(いわゆるヌード)やクリフダイビングを紹介しています。黄金に輝く砂の上でのんびりしたり、コバルトブルーやアクアマリン色の海を裸で泳いぎたいと思う人たちは増えていくでしょう。アンソニー・ボーダン氏もクロアチアの美しさや料理のおいしさについて話しています。観光業はクロアチアと地元の人たちに大きな影響があり、今後も成長していく市場です。しかし、クロアチア政府は、一方で何が起こっているのか把握していないようです(クロアチア特有の問題ではありませんが)。知っていたら阻止していたでしょう。クロアチア閣僚たちは閣僚会議で戦略を練るということはしないのでしょうか。

私がクロアチアにいる理由は、ここに永住できるかどうかを確認するためです。(今は不本意ですがアメリカに戻っています。実を言うとクロアチアに家を見つけてきました。)私がクロアチアにいる理由はアドリア海の美しさに惹かれたからです。その美しさは、2012年の夏に1000万人を超える人たちが訪れに来るほどです。ダルマチアの海岸地方には6月から8月中の3ヶ月だけで、クロアチア全人口の4倍の観光客が訪れるということからもその多さをおわかり頂けるでしょう。

(下記の強調された部分は私の考えです。)

クロアチア版Lonely Planet(旅行ガイドブック)では、ミュージックフェスティバルを紹介する最初のページにこう書かれています:

「クロアチアのミュージックフェスティバルのシーンはますますの盛り上がりを見せ、毎夏、新しいイベントが増えている。毎年美しい自然(ビーチ、湖、草原、森の中)を舞台に、フェスティバル参加者たちを楽しませてくれる。」

Rough Guidesの「絶対行ってみたいクロアチア海岸」の内容は:
「クロアチアのビーチと言ったら、南へ行くのがお勧め。ダルマチア地方の海岸には人々を魅了する砂浜、小石が敷きつめられた入り江、日干し岩がある。このガイドブックに含まれているお勧めビーチは1つを除いてすべてダルマチアにある

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クロアチア、パグ島。2015年8月 Sonus Music Festival http://www.sonus-festival.com/ Pag Island Croatia August 2015

(その1つとはKvarner湾のSusak島にある。)このリストの場所以外に、うっとりするようなお勧めビーチはあるが、アクセスが難しいという理由だけで載せませんでした。(Korčula島、Vis島 と Šolta島にも夢見るようなビーチがあります。)

Fodor’sによると、クロアチアは「行ってみたい旅行先ナンバーワン」に選ばれています。観光業がクロアチア経済にもたらす価値は資料によって異なるのですが、ヨーロッパ連合の調査によるとクロアチア国家予算の15%、地元の人たちによると40%にもなります。クロアチア観光局のDarko Lorencin氏によると、2014年の上半期だけで21億ユーロの経済効果がありました。この数値は前年の同じ時期に比べて2.2%増えています。クロアチア経済の69%はサービス業で成り立っているといわれています。サービス業には、セーリングボートのレンタル、飲食(レストランではアドリア海で獲れた新鮮な魚介類を提供しています)、ホテルなどが含まれます。世界銀行のウェブサイトのクロアチアのトップページで、クロアチア経済についてこのような記事が掲載されたことがあります。

「クロアチアはヨーロッパの自然環境の宝庫であり、陸の47%、海の39%を特別保護地域、保全地区と指定されている。クロアチアには19の国立自然公園があり、その中でもPlitvice湖国立公園は、UNESCO(国際連合教育科学文化機関)によって世界遺産に指定されている。クロアチアの自然を求めて国を訪れる観光客は何百万人を超え、観光業は国のGDP(国内総生産)の15%に及ぶ。発展課題で自然環境保護は最重要とみなされ、ヨーロッパ連合参加において必須要件であった。」

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2014年12月30日。クロアチアのアドリア海、Drvenik 水路。私がここ2ヶ月間泳いでいた海。 Drvenik Channel, the Croatian Adriatic, view from my balcony 30 December 2014 to where I have been swimming for the last two months.

アドリア海を狙うBP Richard West氏が提供してくれたこの地図は、BPがメキシコ湾で起こした石油流出(Deepwater Horizon石油流出)をアドリア海に重ね合わせてみたものです。被害はクロアチアだけではなく、イタリア、スロベニア、モンテネグロ、アルバニアにも及びます。

をアドリア海に重ね合わせてみたものです。
被害はクロアチアだけではなく、イタリア、スロベニア、
モンテネグロ、アルバニアにも及びます。

私はこの2ヶ月間毎日この美しい海で泳いでいました。だからと言って、アドリア海の海洋環境保護を私の個人的な問題だというのでしょうか 。まったく理解できません。この美しい海で石油やガスを発掘することが名案だと考える人はいるでしょうか。 環境への影響はメキシコ湾石油流出事故ほどではないかもしれませんが(誰か、アドリア海全体で起こるかもしれない被害の範囲も左の地図に加えてくれるといいのですが)、アドリア海上で現在稼働が認可されている石油プラットホーム10基のうち1基で事故が起こり、それが最小規模だったとしても、その影響は今成長中の映画産業、観光業、漁業(ユーロスタットの2013年の調査によると、1.2億ユーロの輸出にあたる)、海底考古学 、クロアチア文化、イルカの生殖地の保護、クロアチア人口の50%の人達に及び、壊滅的な被害を与えます。私はごく最近(2月8日に)国際的で高度な学識のあるNenad Duplančić氏の技術的な専門知識と見識について知る機会がありました。クロアチア人はこの内容をDignitea Hvarで読むことができます。クロアチア語がわからない場合は、どうか是非、翻訳ツールを使ってこの文章を読んでください。アドリア海での石油とガス掘削に対する重要なコメントが書かれています。アメリカでは1969年以降、沖合油田掘削のための新しいプラットホーム建設は禁止されています。このことからも、なぜ多国籍石油会社が(収益を維持するために)、貧困国の資源を搾取し破壊しようとしているのかをおわかりいただけるでしょう(クロアチアの失業率は23%を越えます。)

バーバラ・ドリッチさん(誰か彼女の口座を調べてください) Barbara Doric

私の考えでは、アドリア海での石油掘削の反対運動に命をかけるべき人達は:

文化省アンドレア・ズラター女史 (Andrea Zlatar)

経済省のイヴァン・ヴルドルヤック氏(Ivan Vrdoljak)

(彼はもっと波エネルギー風力太陽光技術などに目をむけ、石油化学製品全てから手を引くべきだと思う。Duplančić氏曰く石油ベースのエネルギーはもう終わりが近づいている。)

環境自然保護省のミハエル・ズマイロビッチ[A1] 氏(Mihael Zmajlović)
海事・交通・インフラ省のスニシャ・ハイダシュ・ドンチッチ氏(Siniša Hajdaš Dončić)
農業省ティホミル・ヤコヴィナ氏(Tihomir Jakovina)
そしてもちろん、観光省のダルコ・ロレンツィン氏(Darko Lorencin)。

考えてみてください。イタリア側のアドリア海で石油掘削を拒否された石油会社が、どうやってクロアチア炭化水素会社の重役であるバーバラ・ドリッチさんから掘削への同意とサポートを得られたのでしょうか。(彼女のようにこのような大きな間違いを推進する人間はクロアチア国籍を剥奪し、汚染されたビーチに追放してもよいと思います。)クロアチア人は自国の自然の美しさに誇りを持っています。彼らは自慢するように美しいアドリア海に向かって両腕を広げ、こう言います。「この景色はお金で買えるものではありません」。クロアチア人よりもイタリア人の方が、この事態をよく理解しているという事でしょうか。

サウジアラビアは再生可能エネルギー業界の成長を阻止する為に、わざと石油市場の価格をコントロールしています。天然ガス獲得のための水圧破砕技術の危険性は明確です。石油化学物質がクロアチアビキニに触れるなんて考えられません。

croatia nudeクロアチアは私の母国ではありませんが、この件に関して私は憤りを感じています。これを読んでくれているあなたも同じ気持ちになってくれるとうれしいです。石油やガスが原因となって起こる沢山の破壊、強欲でとどまることを知らない消費はもう十分ではないでしょうか。気候変動学者は、海水位上昇によって海岸沿い地域は失われてしまうと言っています。アドリア海海岸沿いに住んでいるクロアチア人口の何パーセントが影響されるのか。気候変動の作用で、ヨーロッパでは各地域の自然資源と資産に格差が出てくるといわれています。正負の影響として、内陸での鉄砲水発生の増加、沿岸の洪水、(台風や海面上昇による)浸食、すでに気候変動の影響を受けやすい地域ではさらなる被害(高気温や干ばつ)が増える事、水不足、水力発電の可能性、夏季の観光業、そして一般的に農業に対する影響などが考えられます。

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クロアチアオイル Photo source: Croatia Week online magazine

直ちに阻止しなければなりません。2月16日は公衆のコメントをクロアチア政府に提出する締切日です。提出書類はここを見てください。クロアチア語から英語に翻訳されています(これは大変な作業でした)。どの国に住んでいるかは関係ありません。クロアチア人でなくても、海洋生態保護を大切に思う人なら誰でもコメントを提出できます。ぜひご協力をお願いします!この戦いは法律的な側面で費用がかかります。援助をしていただけるのであれば、どうかClean Adriatic Sea Allianceに寄付をすることでこの活動をご支援ください。

これは、クロアチアがまさにクリーンエネルギーと経済を両立させた新しい世界基準を作り上げるチャンスです。この目標を実現する為には、世界中から様々な人達が集まって、「ここはだめ。今はだめ。そして永久的にだめ。」と声をあげ、油田を封鎖し、10基のプラットホームを解体する必要があります。どうか仲間になってください。

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Dear Sir, I dreamt of you last night.

Dear Sir,
I dreamt of you last night.

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Art by Ekaterina Yastrebova

I have no idea who you are but the conversation we shared as I slept, in my dreams, was lovely. On waking I recall but snippets of the content but all of the associate energy. It was the kind of conversation generally held in business, pragmatic, evaluating risks and rewards, benefit statements – yet, we spoke of love.

You had asked me if I would love you. Not in the sense of immediacy associated with ‘hey, would you like to get out of here?’ but in the sense of ‘build something with me’. I have the sense this morning that something ancient ran through our words, surrounded them, infused them with deeper meaning and gravity.  My reply was measured, as in negotiations related to a contract – the greatest contract, the one where two people amplify each other, and in doing so their love expands the universal love that is filtered through the air we breathe and the stars that fall through ink black skies. I told you ‘it never occurred to me to think of you “like that” because I have worked with lots of intelligent men, piercingly handsome men, charming men who made everyone around them weak in the knees – except me’.

But here it was – logical. A question posed and a conversation following. No sweeping, Adrenalin fueled, rescue from epic adventures or courtship based upon glass slippers, letting down one’s hair from a turret or a single kiss to awaken from a sleep of a 100 years which determine the outcome every faerie tale instructing little girls and little boys how it will be when they meet and fall in love. No. You knew, and pressed your suit.

Emily Dickinson wrote, Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
I think it is better phrased as, Dawn makes up for mornings without you.

My days have never begun without you. You are experienced as the pre-dawn air stirs across my skin from the open window, your hands combing through my tangled curls coaxing them into submission. Your scent mingled with dew, grass, trees, the smote fire in the grate, seaweed and salt water, lashing rainstorms or snow gently falling. The heat of you, as the manifestation of the Sun, pressed against the cool alabaster of my body as manifestation of the Moon. Ying and Yang. Harmony and balance.

I have no picture of you from my dream. I could not tell if you are dark or fair, whether your eyes are blue, green or dark.  A girlfriend shared weeks, perhaps months ago, “you will know him from his smile”. Have I been manifesting you from Mary’s words? I have not a clue in all the universe of who you might be, yet, I felt the essence of your character, your physicality resonate with virile strength, I felt kindness and loyalty and, most of all, I felt safe. Was this a prophetic dream or a memory etched upon my soul from another lifetime?

Do you read this and wonder, what was my answer in this morphing of reality and subconsciousness? When we meet you shall have it.

Teresa

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“It is my intention to astonish you all.” (And myself.)

I had a ‘chick night’ with my bestie last night, an Italian orange soda and Thomas Hardy’s Far From the Madding Crowd (this is not a movie review). While I have read some of Hardy’s other works, The Return of the Native and Tess of the D’Urbervilles, somehow this one has escaped me. I must have a lovely copy to linger over because I found something extraordinary and personal in the movie.

The opening lines spoken as a voice over by Carrie Mulligan knocked me to my knees. She is introducing herself, she says her name, Bathsheba Everdene and then says “I have grown accustomed to being on my own. Some would say too accustomed. Too independent.” The air theatrerushing from my lungs in the darkened theatre was nearly audible, accompanied by a feeling as though I had unexpectedly fallen hard on the ground, the ‘wind’ knocked from me. How often in the last 24 years have I expressed exactly the same first sentence? I have also heard others say I am too independent. The span of the movie (and later, I am sure, when I acquire a copy of the book) would subsequently tear away so many protective layers I would sit crying in Jennifer’s car afterwards acknowledging a different kind of fragility I have thought I had well under control – of not needing people, a well-honed self-defense mechanism resulting from repeated disappointments bestowed by those we let take a piece of our heart and who have ultimately betrayed it. This awareness that has been washing over me a great deal of late, it stuns me, it catches me off-guard, it swamps me because here is the truth; even when kindnessa habit is formed over many years, one that serves to keep us from faltering in life, tiny kindnesses crack open our hearts and those fissures let a different kind of light in, of letting people touch our souls and feel our raw essence in an amplified version of what the world is allowed to see, and in the process, we hope that we don’t scare them off, but rather that they take care of the tender vulnerability we are at our core.

On the surface Bathsheba’s story appears to be one of three men courting her, but I think it’s something more. I think hers is the timeless journey of coming to understand the most important things in our lives are often standing squarely in front of us, that these must almost slip from our grasp because of pride and then, as heroes or heroines of our own lives, we step into the fullness of our being to own our destiny to reach for what will give our lives their greatest meaning.  I have given give-receivemuch love away, yet I have been a (very) poor recipient of it which, upon reflection, this is unseemly in the extreme. I am learning to truly receive, and it is stretching me into a version of myself I am sure I was always meant to be but sometimes it makes me reel with faintness, I do not recognise myself against the familiar filter in which I have defined myself. This is good.

In this video found on YouTube Mulligan describes a passage from Hardy’s book in describing Bathsheba as being, “passionate, wild and honest as the day” – again, if for no one other than myself, I recognised the essential ‘me’. Earlier in the day my girlfriend Kirstie replied to a question I had posed with “we need the mirror provided by others to see all of our sides” and in some way, because I have a Pisces Moon in my Aquarius sign, this description by Hardy of Bathsheba resonates – I am childlike in my innocence, honest, and passionate and like Hardy’s character often in saying what is on my mind that makes others wince. Passion and honesty guided me toward (or pulled me?) what is clearly my life’s work and a new life. There are days when I am overwhelmed by my free will choice to move into something very foreign, and yet familiar.  The path toward this life includes an alarming set of variables to consider or work through, but each day I find an answer, an opening, a shelter to take cover beneath or refuge in metaphorical arms. I am stunned by the outpouring of support and love from the physically near and those thousands of miles away. At the same time everything I have ever read, experienced, or come to believe provides tools from which to draw upon Arbroathto make the scope of this ‘work’. I wrote a letter this weekend, potentially a very important letter, but the inspiration which allowed me to create it came from a document written in Scotland in the 14th century – widely regarded as the most important piece of diplomatic language ever penned (no, not the Magna Carta). Very early yesterday morning I found myself pulled into a Facebook string related to a seasoned public relations practitioner (whose choice of client I happen to be fighting over the environment) and as thoughtful as I was about choosing my words and citing external resources to document my points emotions are running high, the topic is polarizing, the people involved are lightning rods, so much so that people involved feel assaulted and insulted despite my efforts to be respectful of the skill if not how it was being used it against humanity (my opinion).

You can practice authenticity but you can’t create it, authenticity is an intention, like waking with gratitude. And everyone’s version of authenticity will be nuanced, singular. I would like to think we are all capable of living with such intention, such authenticity, but I have come to realise that so many cummingsof my fellow humans are just trying to survive each day, get through the living of life, there is not a spare ounce of energy for more. I can’t. Perhaps that is why I have been so comfortable in being on my own for so long. But I feel the shift happening. Bathsheba addresses the tenant farmers and hired hands of the estate she has inherited from her uncle; she says “It is my intention to astonish you all.” So too is it mine (as well as myself in the process).

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Fear. Less. Giving a F*ck, and not. Shift. Your. Thinking.

I have written lightly about ‘living exponentially’ in my blog post about Walter Mitty – but this post is planningsomething different. Despite there being plenty of perfectly rational things in my life to be concerned about, however naïve or ridiculous of me it might be, I am not a worrier. I really don’t possess fears. I have this un-erring belief that everything will be ‘just fine’. I have friends that I drive absolutely bonkers over this attitude of mine. Why aren’t you worried? What’s your plan? Plan. Plan. Plan. You aren’t REALLY going to write that, are you?? You aren’t really go to send that email are you? Let go of it. I most certainly am, primarily because I care. There are far worse things.

And, like my girlfriend Mary who has experienced much of the same, there are always going to be people who want to ‘fix me’ ‘help me’ or somehow ‘rescue me’ and I am having none of it (neither, thankfully, is she). I dedicate this blog post to Mary, and her journey of self, because we can’t walk in anyone else’s shoes and everything we carry with us is about reconciling our pasts so that our souls can accomplish their objectives for living in this lifetime. I only ask that Light and Love surround her and keep her safe.fear 2

I dislike high places. I have an inner ear ‘thing’ from damage caused by repeated ear infections as a child that gives me a wicked case of vertigo but I am not necessarily afraid of heights. So much of the lens in which we are viewed by the world around us, by our colleagues and our friends, and very often how we view ourselves, is a powerful catalyst for our continued behaviours – whatever they might be. A refrain of my life was repeated (yet again) fairly recently. It’s a huge compliment to be told that someone perceives you as being fearless, and that because of their perception of you they are pushing away the boundaries of their fears, to fear ‘less’; three people expressed the same in a matter of two days. Respect for danger, preparation to face it squarely, has absolutely nothing to do with fear or worry. Fear is a choice. Worry is a choice.

We all have things that we have cognition of but that we (largely) keep hidden; fear of offending, fear Harrellof failure, fear of others thinking us foolish, fear of dangerous situations. These fears are not necessarily bad things but they can be debilitating things. Fear is always having a monkey on your back. Fear keeps us from fully living.

I function best from the realms of authenticity and love. That expressed, I vividly recall my father saying “I don’t care if you like me, as long as you respect me” (generally directed as dinner table conversation about people not in the room). Close friends can attest that as a result of my having been bullied from the 3rd grade onward by boys with the names of Joe and Victor (amongst others) I have honed my fathers’ attitude to I don’t much care if you like me or respect me, please just leave me alone and, if you can’t for some inexplicable reason respect polite boundaries, I assure you that you will simply ‘cease to exist’ (I have found that indifference is the greatest survival skill ever learned). Which is why in reading Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck yesterday I was like, well “Hell Yes!”

Now, most of you who know me in real life know that while I might “think it” and “act it” and “truly don’t” I also VERY RARELY actually use the word. Which is what made my Croatian-American friend Bruce’s “Croatians using Jokerthe word…” tutorial back in late January very funny to me. Evidently if a Croatian says IN CROATIAN F*ck You (or was it ‘off’?) it is actually 100x more offensive than the English use of noun, verb, adjective, expletive F*ck You. Who knew???!! So, TO EVERY ONE I LOVE, and the things I passionately care about (and you witness by not just my words but by my actions) it’s true, it’s true, it’s true – I do not give a F*ck if some unknown dweeb is challenged by my attitude to let it all fall where it should, and TO HELP IT GET THERE faster if need be. Because quite frankly my choosing to care, my giving a F*ck is one of the things I am most proud of about me. So when something is totally F*cked up expect me to do glovesomething and say something and take no prisoners in the process (though it might be a iron fist in a lovely velvet glove making it nearly impossible to distinguish what is actually happening). If that makes you uncomfortable then it is patently clear you will never be worthy of my respect or my giving a F*ck about you or your indifferent little life. I challenge you to CARE about stuff, about life, passionately. No regrets. No ‘what’s in for me’. Don’t try to control everything, or anything – it’s impossible to do so – but show up for life. Truly. Caring about what the wrong people think, SMH. And for someone that is deeply rooted in creating branding and identities this might seem contrary but it seems more reckless to me to be fearful of opinions and perceptions of the great unwashed masses rather than functioning from a position of authenticity and integrity.

Mr. Manson is spot on. Don’t “give your F*cks away” to the wrong people and situations. Don’t worry about the inconsequential – will whatever it is matter tomorrow or the next day? Fear is an extension of giving a F*ck about the wrong things. Shift. Your. Thinking.

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We must go down to the sea.

In what seems like a very long time ago now, I ‘ran away to the sea’.

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Clark Little ~ The Inside of a Breaking Wave

It wasn’t something I had always dreamed of. I didn’t grow up in New England nor did we vacation there in my childhood, the lure wasn’t generated by something in my DNA or family history. Running toward the sea and all she held so enticing and healing happened in one of those odd confluences of events that start when people decide to divorce; a place where things are empty and vast and terrifying.

I didn’t find a therapist (even if I had the financial resources my attitude toward this remains ‘physician heal thyself’). I didn’t turn to the reckless consumption of alcohol or men or shopping – all of which seem a potentially dangerous cocktail when feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable. No, I learned to sail and it not only saved my sanity, but taught me skills and refined others I didn’t know I possessed. It expanded my fearlessness, maybe, sailing even saved my life. Running away to the sea came about for me because my ex-husband expressed wanting “someone ordinary” (his words) and for me that meant I somehow needed to prove that being “extraordinary” (at least to myself) would be ‘more than enough’. The path to this was illogical to everyone around me, and a point of contentious arguments with my parents with whom I happened to be living at the time. It was quite literally the biggest of long shots odds-wise on the planet (perhaps the whole galaxy) and I was going for it regardless of what anyone thought, suggested or declaimed as being ‘beyond my grasp’. Here’s the truth, those closest to us, and even those in our immediate sphere of influence, wish to keep us small because it makes them feel better about their lives. Do not listen. Your life is not about accommodating others, it is about filling your journey up so that at the end of it there is nothing left undone. No regrets. Ever.

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Me. Sailing on Lake Erie.

Learning to sail gave me enormous, focused calm. It gave me ink black skies devoid of light pollution but filled with shooting stars and the Milky Way as I navigated in darkness on Lake Erie. I pointed up the 33 foot (roughly 10 metres) Catalina I was being taught on – not with a compass, not with the tell tails but in closing my eyes and feeling the wind and adjusting accordingly. I scrubbed boat scum and reefed the main. I took the helm and winched until my arms ached. I was rail weight and hauled sheets. I stood in the bowsprit sighting race markers as we heeled at 15 degrees clinging to shrouds in breathless exhilaration and joy. I tacked and jibed my way through May, June, July and August, at least three times a week and in the process something magical happened – I found an exit strategy to the life everyone around me wanted me to live but that I had either outgrown or was wrongly born into.

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The Californian

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The 1990/1991 crew and staff of the HMS Bounty, Captain John Rumsey holding the life ring, me, at right of it.

‘Randomly’ I met a captain. John Rumsey was certified to sail everything (and as is evident by this article he still does), all the way up to Super Tankers, and he told me that if I could sail on Lake Erie I could sail on any body of water – anywhere.  After five months of stomach lurching nerves each time the phone rang I became the Operations Manager for the HMS Bounty (not crew, but still having a dotted line reporting to John) then owned by Turner Broadcasting Systems in Atlanta, Georgia. The remarkable thing about having a job like this is the sailing world automatically assumes you are a world class yachtsman and you get invited to helm (or crew) boats like America’s Cup 12 metre yachts the Heart of America and Stars & Stripes, and 130 LOA, 130 gross tonnage replica of an 1847 revenue cutter owned by San Diego Maritime Museum called The Californian.

If you sail, if you love the sea, you understand its pull. And so, two things I must ask of you dear reader – rather I implore you to help.

Every two years something called the Transat650 is raced by a fleet of a mere 80 sailboats. These are 6.5 metres in length and sailed solo, without any technology save for a VHF radio for sb racingapproximately 30 days crossing the Atlantic leaving Douarnenez, France and finishing in Point-à-Pitre, Guadeloupe. I have a Croatian friend (he’s the one closest to you in the picture at right) who aspires to do this in September of 2017. He, unlike I, has sailed his whole life. He is more than sufficiently competent to accomplish this, and as an extreme sportsman is physically fit and mentally acute enough to take on such a challenge. He has an @IndieGoGo campaign and has realised 48% of his funding goal with 22 days remaining is his campaign. I would like to ask you to donate $5 (of course you can give more, even line up a corporate Darksponsor for him! if you would like). Just because.

Just because you know that you would love to do this as a sailor and life has gotten in the way of doing so, or long ago you recognised your limitations and while still in love with the water and harnessing it a Dark & Stormy is the most tempest you wish to face. You will find Slobodan Velikic’s campaign here. His success is directly tied to my next ‘ask’ (but you will have to wait to find out what I mean by that late this summer). So, thank you for participating in this inspiring man’s timeless quest to test himself, to be in harmony with, and against, the vastness offered by the Atlantic.

My second favour costs you absolutely nothing but a couple moments of your time, and requires the same Internet connection you are already reading this blog post on. Some months ago I wrote a blog entitled “The only oil that goes with a Croatian bikini is olive” and as a result I now serve as the volunteer Chief Strategy Officer for the Clean Adriatic Sea Alliance, CASA. The lovely folks at Avaaz.org have made CASA part of a Survey Monkey campaign to secure a grant for $10,000 USD. All you have to do is vote for us (go here). We plan to dedicate the use of 11147571_10206454971563652_7846321981465329504_othe grant for our lobbying efforts to stop the proposed oil/gas drilling in the Adriatic Sea! Hopefully enough of you will do so and we will be able to expand our efforts to ensure that for future generations of Croatians (Italians, Slovenes, Montenegrins, Bosnians and Albanians) and vacationing tourists alike the Adriatic remains free of gas and oil platforms, tankers and pipelines and all of the horrific toxins and environmental hazards which accompany such. Thank you, in advance.

We never know exactly where we will be called to service as a result of something as random as going through a divorce. For myself, and my own journey to Ithaca, it took a couple of years (back in the 1990s) to move through the pain and to actually feel gratitude that my ex wanted someone ordinary. As I sit here today, writing this, I have the presence of mind to know I am exactly where I was always meant to be.

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A private, connected, chakra-coloured light show

magic coin“Magic is not so much something which you do occasionally behind closed doors or in the space behind your closed eyes, but a way of living your life — a way of approaching the world you move through and everything in it.” ~ Phil Hines

When we are little someone teaches us that if we press our fingertips to our eyelids (while closed) we will ‘see’ amazing colours; I have always thought this is rather like watching fireworks light a jet black sky on one of those ‘held forever’ memories of a warm summer’s night.

‘This’ is not about ‘That’. ‘This’ is (initially) about what I see in the state of orgasm, then it will be about something more.

dreamerAn orgasm. Oh sheesh don’t make that face, we’re not children and we should be able to talk about the subject without withering like an erection lost. (From a purely physiological perspective) an orgasm is defined as:

“a climax of sexual excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals”

A deep, delicious, shake-the-cobwebs-out, the quintessential make you shudder, laugh or cry from pure joy orgasm. Sigh. Giggle. Moan. Yes, they can be all that, but I have always believed that orgasms can (and should be) something more than the end result of falling into an uncontrolled, writhing state of passion with another human being, something much more than release and pleasure, more than the result of artful masturbation.  I believe with every hyper-stimulated nerve ending of my body (and yours) that an orgasm is another means of achieving connection to universal love, to the Divine, to God – however your belief system defines such – and a means to the attainment of a Higher Self.  Regardless of whether these are entered into as a solo effort or with a committed partner, my sexuality combined my sensuality – the gifts of awareness, expression, sensitivity and eroticism – all these are variables to this ascension within this heightened state and climatic end and this can only happen when our limbic systems are successful at communicating with the rest of our body.

In yogic theory, Kundalini is a primal energy located at the base of the spine – the root chakra – that, when ignited, travels up through the spine to the crown chakra touching and igniting each of the 7 chakras in turn – for the purpose of reaching spiritual enlightenment.  For those who see auras, or connectionpractice meditation or Reiki, those who have a baseline understanding of the various chakras and ‘tuning’ them with a knowledge of awakening Kundalini it is the colours associated with each chakra (green and violet tend to dominate my ‘field of vision’) that I see ‘behind my closed eyes’ during my heightened level of sexual stimulation ultimately resulting in (when I climax) being bathed in, and emanating, white light. While no prude (obviously as I am having this conversation with you) the truth is I have embraced celibacy for most of the last nine years because my expectations of coupling mean that I will bring all of this spiritual practice to lovemaking – this does not make me an ‘easy lover’ (as the song goes).

One view of this video set to Enigma’s Temple of Love will confirm that something powerful exists beyond artful expression, of overt sensuality, or of the interplay of dance as a metaphor for the Tantric; like Ravel’s Bolero there is a poignant building to orgasm – unrealised – and so, as with any great art, we are left breathless and moved, and hungry for more.

Spirituality is derived from the word ‘breath’.  A Norwegian legend says that before a soul is put into a body it is kissed by God so that throughout our earthly existence the soul retains a dim, but powerful, memory of this blessing.  David Whyte  writes that beyond the busyness of our superficial working lives, there is a deeper world of vocation that “leads us to an older, intimate, and more human sense of belonging.”

There is lot’s to be said endorsing  “use it, or lose it”. In practice, the human orgasm can lead us to that “older, intimate” connection where the kiss of God is actively remembered, carries us through our days slightly levitated and lighter (metaphorically and literally).  We are nicer with the regular practice of connectedness to the universal love – however such is achieved (and no, you won’t go blind).  Just as Cathars and Lutherans alike bypassed priests to have a direct conversation with God I am of the opinion that this ascension is what fundamentalists in all monotheistic faiths fear, to make a sin of orgasmic connection to Divine (pagan faiths) by debasing our sexuality is a means of controlling ‘the conversation’. With or without a partner I prefer to have my bedroom serve as a temple to universal love rather than a religion of any kind. Good luck with ascending to your own chakra light show!

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Pennies from Heaven, when intention and gratitude collide

I pick up pennies. I even pick up tarnished, nasty dirty pennies. “Find a penny pick it up, all the day you’ll have good luck”, my grandparents used to say this to me all the time in my childhood – for them (coming of age just before The Great Depression) a penny had value. At some point in our collective global society the penny has lost value, some of my friends think it an eccentric tick of mine, why bother, it’s a penny kind of thing.  Yesterday morning, as I headed out pennyof my place to ‘walk my errands’ and reflect upon my various blessings of the last 48 hours, I spied a salt encrusted penny on the asphalt, I picked it up, said the refrain of my youth, dropped it into my rucksack and went on my way with a knowing smile in my heart.

Regular readers of mine know that I find great joy in small things, and these will often bring me to tears. So for those of you who are new ‘to me’ allow me to express that some 10 weeks ago I unwillingly returned to the United States after spending 88 days in Croatia.  I promptly experienced epic level culture shock as well as a profound ache so deep that it feels as if nothing will ease this – save for returning. Soon.

On the morning of 7 April I was handling the Twitter accounts for a couple of my social media clients and saw that @CroatiaWeek had just Tweeted out a story about @VisitIstra having a contest to win a trip for two to explore the quietly understated, yet exquisite Croatian version of Italy’s famed (and heavily touristed) Tuscany – oh, #ShareIstria! My heart leapt in both recognition and hope.  When faced with winning such istriaa thing it’s best to have a plan and keep one’s expectations in check. My friend, my best and most consistent cheerleader, Ken Herron was who I called – immediately.  I understood that to make a success of this (on all the levels I needed to for my heart to be satisfied) that my partner must be a supremely capable marketing professional with an industrial strength social media tool kit, be a true bon vivant and someone with the flexibility of character and schedule to make this happen.  The Visit Istria ‘application’ was limited to 250 CHARACTERS.  Anyone active on Twitter will tell you that initially the platform is a challenging and painful limitation but eventually it becomes an art form to hold your communications to 120 characters including hyperlinks and photos. Even as Ken and I both Tweet with Haiku precision we were a bit flummoxed on what would get us ‘in’ as candidates with a mere 250 characters including spaces.  And so, we strategised. I took the ‘what we brought as a combined team’ and Ken picked my brain about what I knew about Istria because he was going to be certain that while playing by the rules we also wanted to demonstrate what we were bringing to the table; a sample of our value proposition as it were.  So he created a meme based on my five minute brain dump, then tweeted and added said Tweet to his 250 character application. I am sharing this in the midst of the campaign because we view our role as being active partners with Visit Istria and its sponsors.  Because I know after 88 days in Croatia three very critical points – that elements of the Croatian government support Big Oil in drilling in the Adriatic and if they are successful it will destroy the tourism sector across Croatia, and threaten Slovenia, Italy, and Montenegro in the process, that the unemployment rate hovers around 23% nationally (considerably higher amongst those under 30) and that the growth of sustainable tourism in combination with the development of a green economy is the only way forward for Croatia; where there are challenges, there are opportunities.  That this effort is the equivalent of a social media Amazing Race meets DWTS (Dancing with the Stars) and not picone of the other candidates is leveraging their candidacy to expand the brand of Istria which (in our opinion) means that the other candidates have completely missed the point of the campaign in the first place. This is SO NOT ABOUT our winning a lovely trip or the promised prize money at the end, though both are motivating factors, our role in this is about creating value for our hosts (just as we would for a client).  Our efforts began with this Tweet.

These are the metrics taken 22 days afterwards – the Tweet is still pulling RTs and impressions which benefit Visit Istria on the whole, not something specific to this contest, but against their objective (perceived, not stated, for the record we haven’t spoken to anyone on their team as yet).  These are pennies, bright shiny pennies in my view. pic2

You know what else are bright shiny pennies in the often anonymous world of social media?, votes from complete and utter strangers. Peeps and Tweeps alike with whom we have no other relationship, who often actually do lovely supportive things that even our best friends (in real life), work colleagues and our family members won’t.  People who reach out to their friends because they respect who we are, that our work provides value to them so they are most happy to ‘help with the heavy lifting’. Yesterday morning as I received message after message of “what can I do to help?” “have shared with my friends” “the website is not letting me vote” and then with the abundance of ReTweet and Favorite Tweet love received I sat humbled at my computer. In watching Ken’s and my profiles on the ShareIstria website, side-by-side for most of the morning swapping positions as most of each of our social media circles voted not just for twoone or the other of us but both of us I cried tears of gratitude. It’s largely the reason I left the house, to be bathed in cerulean skies and huge puffy white clouds, to be at one with being ‘of service’ and connected to all of the universe, to be grateful for following my messages and leaping into the void where magic happens and having a special friend to drag along with me, to find myself having made the short list of candidates to help a region of the country that I desperately wish to make my permanent home, to see my Croatian friends again, all of them, to drink thick hot chocolate with insanely gorgeous desserts, or revel in the oh-my-god most amazing gelato on the planet (BELIEVE ME – far better than the Italians can muster and without the attitude), to think about eating grilled octopus salad while quaffing the breathtaking scope of Istrian wines… oh yes so easy to pick up a nasty, wintered over penny and whisper to myself, “…all the day you’ll have good luck!”

Here are our links:

http://www.shareistria.com/candidate/teresa-fritschi

http://www.shareistria.com/candidate/ken-herron

And so I now get to introduce @kenherron to my beloved Croatia and we are the #ShareIstria team #IstraKT and you can, and should, follow us on Twitter, here on my blog, on Instagram and Facebook, Periscope et al.  We’d love your social media love, and we have plans to give away cool swag because even though we “Wish You Were Here” it’s the least we can do to include you. Join Us?

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