3-Percent Girl ~ My Life & Thoughts by Lucky Leilani

Mirror, Mirror

May 18

Want to win the heart of a mermaid?  Then, “Never use hooks on dry land” ~ HST… Use a shiny, red apple instead.

I guess the best way to win me over is to be consistent and persistent.

Several years ago, I took an astrology class from the University of Washington. What I learned from taking that class has not only helped me to better understand myself and how I react to the world around me but also to help others understand themselves better.

I was at a party recently and ended up doing astrological readings for everyone else there. I enjoy doing these readings in order to help others. Sometimes all we need is for someone else to say exactly what we already know but because someone else said it, it reinforces what we know about ourselves and creates a more sound understanding. Whenever I do a reading for someone, I keep their information confidential and I never return to it unless they bring it up or ask me more questions. There are often surprising things revealed about a person ~ something they knew but didn’t really want others to know. It never ceases to amaze me when this information is confirmed by the person I’m doing the reading for. What does amaze me is that it really is “written in the stars” at the exact time they were born on this Earth.

Readings can also reveal things about relationships. It could be your relationship with your friends, siblings, your parents, your significant other, or authority figures.

I find that the more we know and understand about ourselves and how we cope with others and the world around us, the more we are better able to handle stress when it comes along. We know how we should and for the most part, how we will react to circumstances, including people.

It’s like holding up a universal mirror for ourselves to look into. When we look deeper, we understand deeper, if that makes sense.

So, here’s some more truth about me, as a Virgo (the foundation upon which my personality grows)… but remember, I’m a Gemini-rising so that’s my true personality.

Virgo’s sensual needs are often deep and powerful. Their sensitivity and delicacy make them aware of another person’s needs in a very acute way which hastier signs don’t notice. But Virgos can take a long time to really fall in love. They’re not easily fooled by a pretty face or a beautiful body. They think too much and know too much.

The Virgo needs to communicate, and work is terribly important. Virgos frequently identify with their jobs and validate themselves according to how well they fulfill their own expectations. If you don’t share their interest in work, or show a willingness to talk about the things that are important to them, Virgos can get pretty bored with even the most sexually exciting partner. Emotion and sexuality aren’t enough to hold a Virgo’s heart. There has to be a meeting of minds.

Virgos like instruction manuals. They’ll try anything if it’s explained in clear, easy-to-understand steps. Take the instructions away and they often panic. They always read the handbook first, and this makes them terrifyingly competent in almost any sphere of life they choose to explore.

Unfortunately there aren’t any instruction manuals for how to deal with love and passion. It’s not surprising that so many Virgos are terrified of what they perceive as the dangerous lunacy of falling in love. You’ll find many apparently cool and unromantic Virgos, sexually skilled but emotionally withdrawn, who tell you that doing it every night is good for you, but who won’t ever utter that scary four-letter word beginning with “L”.

Wild moonlit love-at-first-sight encounters aren’t Virgo’s style. They observe the world too much to take such encounters seriously. And they don’t like gambling. Gambling with instantaneous passion can be hurtful and disillusioning. Some Virgos go cold and shut out anyone to whom they’re too attracted, because they mistrust anything sudden, uncontrollable or unexplainable.

Of course, you’ll sometimes find a really wild Virgo who seems to break the mould. But look closely. You’ll usually find that their heart hasn’t really been touched. Love, for Virgo, is something that takes time, knowledge, and careful nurturing. In the end, they’ll choose the reliable over the flamboyant.

Virgos are realists. You can see this in their tastes, their furnishings and their working life. The useful, the safe, the knowable, things of quality, are always preferable to the gaudy, the temporarily fashionable, the unreliable, the “cheap and cheerful”. It can be a terrible bore or, tempered with a little humor and a sense of fun, it can give a quality of understanding, warmth and wisdom which is powerfully magnetic and highly attractive. The operative word here is “fun”. The Virgo may need your help in learning the word.

Earthbound Virgos often starve themselves of sheer joy in life. They want it badly, but they’re afraid they’ll have to pay too high a price for it. Virgo people can often be seen with long lists of what must be done each day. Play is not included on the list. Virgos often choose a partner who embodies all the frivolity, unpredictability and “selfishness” (this is a favorite Virgo word) they won’t allow themselves.

If you’re the dashing, unreliable fiery type who seems to have a secret pact with the gods and actually gambles with life rather than displaying due caution, you’re likely to be a magnet for a Virgo. That doesn’t mean it’s a union made in heaven. Either the Virgo loosens up and reveals that wonderfully poetic secret soul – in which case you’re in for a delightful future together – or else she tries to play Pygmalion and chips away at you to get you to become more “mature”. Then comes the final scenario of you spitting fire like a dragon and booking a solo flight because you’re fed up with always being nagged and criticized.

Relationships are rarely smooth and easy for Virgo, unless they play terribly safe and find themselves another earthy type who fits into that orderly Virgoan universe. But then, sadly, they’re always a bit bored, and life’s a little dreary, and they feel they’ve somehow missed the boat. The Virgo partner can be the gentlest, kindest, cleverest and most genuinely helpful of mates. And yes, she can be passionate too. All she has to do is learn, every now and then, to be a child, and recognize that what is useful is not always mutually exclusive of what is alive and meaningful and full of joy.

If you’re looking for the perfect secretary/housekeeper, you should probably go and find yourself some other sign. The main gift of the Virgo woman is her intelligence, not her tidiness. If you find the compulsive housebound type of Virgo who dusts three times a day, then you’re courting trouble, because you’ve got yourself a Virgo who uses rituals to hide from some pretty explosive emotions.

There are plenty of Virgo women who take an interest in their homes and like a beautiful, orderly environment. But what really matters to her is good taste, subtlety and understanding, and she has a keen wit about people and life. There are catches, of course. The Virgo woman can be terrifyingly self-contained, and it’s often difficult for her to be “married” in the deeper sense of the word. There’s a quality about the Virgo woman which is psychologically untouchable, and if you try to invade that private, secret self you’re likely to get the same reaction as if you tried physical assault.
Virgo women aren’t the clinging, needy type. More often they’re Amazons who show a frightening degree of capability and efficiency, either on a physical level or a mental one – and sometimes on both. Bad luck if you want to be the Sun around whom a happily reflecting Moon-partner orbits.

The Virgo woman has her own ideas and opinions, and a profound need to communicate them. Some Virgo women talk so much that it can make you cover your ears and begin screaming just to make the sound stop. It may not be the famous Virgo criticism, either. It may be all about the latest book she’s read, or the problem she had to solve in her programming work, or the person she’s lately been taking apart and analyzing psychologically.

If you’re after the beautiful, silent type, forget it. Virgo women also have an infuriating propensity to question your knowledge. Tell her something and she’ll ask for the source, complete with footnotes. Virgos don’t really believe anyone else until the definitive reference work becomes available. It’s hard to be more knowledgeable than a Virgo, because they soak up knowledge like a sponge soaks up water. This can do wonders for your intellectual scope and horrors for your ego.

Some Virgo women are Earth-mothers, and the sign’s sensitivity expresses itself through a love of nature and a healing and skillful touch with all crafts. And that need to be useful attracts many Virgos into the helping professions, from nursing to dietetics to psychology and psychiatry to alternative healing of all kinds.

Virgo’s real warmth and sparkle take time to emerge from behind the apparent coolness and detachment. It’s hard for the Virgo woman to be spontaneous. Often she can only show love by doing practical things for her loved ones. Intense emotions are frightening, and can only be expressed in an atmosphere of trust. Break that trust and you’ll get the sarcastic, cutting edge of the Virgo tongue, which can be lethal because she’s been observing with minute care all the weaknesses that you were certain no one noticed. Virgo women have a disconcerting habit of spotting the carefully hidden frayed cuff and the nervous twitch you thought you were controlling. They observe minutiae because the vast spectrum of life is best reflected in the small. Virgos take pride in their skills and want respect for their accomplishments.

This woman radiates a mysterious aloofness which may sound like, “Keep Out!” but really means, “Welcome, but respect my separateness.” The Virgo woman makes an art of being her own person. She won’t adore you blindly. More likely she’ll love you for your imperfections, because she’s a compassionate realist and likes feeling useful and needed. This can terrify you into running very quickly in the opposite direction (if your vanity matters that much to you). Or it can be a wonderfully cooling and inspiring experience to actually be your ordinary human self.

 

~ Me ~

Sia “I’m In Here

Motherhood

May 13

Motherhood. One word.  A word that has the power to transform the world.

I had someone tell me once that you’re not really a parent until you have two children. 

Although I have to agree, I don’t feel that having children of your own necessarily qualifies you as a mother.  I know people who have children who have never been a mother.  They don’t even know what it means to be a mother.  I also know people who have no children, yet I would trust them with all my heart to love and protect my own. 

So, what does it mean to be a mother? 

It means having love and compassion and open arms for all of humanity.  It means having a connection on a heartstring level for another living thing – whether that is a human, an animal, or something that grows and is alive in the universe.  By this definition, we all have the capacity to be a mother – no matter if we are male or female.  We are human and we have lost touch within ourselves, for the most part, to love and show respect for one another.

I had someone in Twitter share the video below with me back in November (2011) and I want to share it with you today.

Have we lost the ability to love, at birth?  Has the effect of childbirth being interrupted since the 1950s and 60s impaired our ability to love and, for that reason we are now suffering the consequences?  Reaping what we have sown?

The woman speaking in the video below is Robin Lim, winner of CNN’s “Hero of the Year” Award in 2011.  She says, “The planet can’t handle so many people with an impaired ability to love living on it” and that statement is SO TRUE

As Environmental Scientist, I do believe there is a connection between the “disconnection” humans have created FROM their environment and the problems we face today ~ We are the most unhappy, obese, greedy, tired, overworked and stressed people in the history of mankind.  We need to re-connect.  We need to educate others so we can have peace again.

I must thank my Twitter friend, @ryanfortune_sa for sharing this important message!  I hope to meet him in person some day because I already sense he’s an amazing individual.

I hope those of you reading this will share it in order to help yourself and others to understand that we are all connected by an invisible web of life on this planet.  We need to raise awareness, not just children.

So, Happy Mother’s Day!  May the world one day know peace because you cared enough to love, unconditionally.

Apocalypse No…

May 11

Mayan King Mural ~ Source: Yahoo News

 The sky is not falling…

More evidence reported today that the Mayan calendar is not the end of civilization as it once was predicted.  Everyone reading this can relax and enjoy the rest of the year now :)

Here’s the full story from Yahoo News.

I did find the story interesting about how the Maya people “organized” their living quarters and townships.  I so wish I could participate in the recovery efforts in Guatemala ~ One day soon!

Mermaid Madness

May 11

 March was madness and May is just as zanny.  Can I get off this rollercoaster ride anytime soon?

In some ways, I’m thankful for the chaos.  It beats a boring life but there’s a point when it all just gets to be too much.  It’s no fun when you have to ride that ride all by yourself.

I wrote about my Treasure Island hunt two years ago…

I’m still looking for a pirate ~ a true treasure on this deserted island I call home.  My chances of finding him here are more slim than getting struck by lightning.  Being the determined mermaid that I am, I never truly give up hope.  I just keep swimming in circles in this small bathtub pond of mine, talking to koi who think I’m just another fish out of water.  Little do they know, my tears now taste like raindrops for lack of saltwater and my fins have almost fallen off completely.  Nothing is more sad than a mermaid without her tail.

Feeling a bit lost, I’m now writing this message to stick in a bottle and stuff down that bathtub drain of life.  Problem is, I have no idea where it will wash ashore.

“A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.” ~ Gloria Stuart

Mer-Maid” by Shel Silverstein

We caught a mermaid in the creek.
We keep her in the sink.
We give her worms and snails to eat
And lemonade to drink.
She washes all the pots and pans.
She scrubs ‘em with her scales.
She showers ‘neath the faucet tap
And tells us fishy tales.
She sings us songs,
She plays Go Fish,
She’s happy as can be.
But now and then we catch her cryin’,
Lookin’ out to sea.

Norah Jones “Chasing Pirates

C’est la vie

May 8

Michelangelo "The Last Judgment"

7 years ago…

I was in L.A. to see a friend.  While I was there, I got to visit my favorite museum ~ The one and only Getty museum.  

I got to see beautiful master paintings up close.  In fact, I was so close to them I could actually see the artist’s brushstrokes.  As an artist, it took my breath away.  To know that a work of art was just inches away from me was an experience I treasured.  I didn’t want to own the paintings ~ I just wanted to look at them and enjoy them. 

At that time, there was also a special traveling exhibit of artifacts from ancient Greece at the museum on the day of my visit.  The exhibit was called “Growing Up Greek” and it had artifacts from early A.D.   Most of the items were from homes and cemeteries in ancient Greece. There were even headstones from graves of young children, as well as their toys and pottery from those homes ~ from the wealthy and from the homes of common servants. 

As I looked at the toys which were mostly clay figurines strung together with a string of some kind to make the “joints” in a doll’s elbows, knees and hips, it occurred to me that the old saying “The more things change, the more they stay the same” is indeed true.  We still make toys for our children and we still use pots and pans and bowls to cook and serve our food on tables and we even mark our graves with carved and engraved stone.  Although these items were from a period in history more than 2,000 years ago and in Greece, we haven’t changed that much.  Things really weren’t that different even though we now have electricity, running water, planes, trains and automobiles. 

Enlightenment 

This enlightenment had an impact on my thinking. 

If we, as a so-called “civilized” society have changed very little in 2,000 years, another 2,000 wouldn’t cause much change either.  Our lifestyles remain the same even with all of the electronic, industrial, and medical inventions.  Sure, we live longer, travel farther and faster, eat healthier and childhood education is more of an entitlement than a privilege. 

Will humans always have a C’est la vie attitude? 

It’s something to think about.  What makes us change our habits?  What causes us to change our thinking?  Do we really change or just think we’ve changed?  We may stop doing something that hurts someone else or doing something unhealthy for us but it’s such a small change ~ Does it really have an impact on the “big picture” or do those small changes add up to enough that it’s life-changing

“Always remember that the future comes one day at a time.”
~ Dean Acheson, U.S. Secretary of State
 

About Change:  “A year from now, you’ll wish you had started today.”
~ Karen Lamb, author

Here are some videos of the Getty I hope you will enjoy.  The second one is filmed by an amateur but you get a feel for what the museum is like on the outside.

Syzygy 2012

May 5

“Syzygy”  ~ So beautiful, there’s even a wine named after it.  So beautiful, I could frame it.

These are such beautiful songs from the movie Burlesque.   On a night when the Sun, Moon and the Earth align.

Sweet Love

Bound To You” by Christina Aguilera

And “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star

Happy Cinco de Mayo 2012

May 5

 Have you heard of Mirador?

It’s the birthplace of ancient Mayan civilization.  Mother Nature has kept this secret mostly hidden from the world even though it’s located in the heart of Guatemala and at its peak, there were more than 100 thousand people and its pyramids are bigger than those found in Egypt, by volume, not height.  You haven’t heard of Mirador? That’s not uncommon.  Not many people have.

Because you’ve visited my website, do you feel smarter?  I hope so :)

I’d like to introduce you to Mirador ~ A comprehensive look with the Director of Mirador Basin Project, Dr. Richard Hansen who lives in my Small Town, Idaho, believe it or not!  Part 1 through 7 (click on each number for more videos: Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven) and CNN’s report: Part 1 and Part 2

I hope to be lucky enough to visit Mirador and study it from an environmental perspective one day!

HERE’s more info on the Mirador Basin Project.

Part 1 of 7:

CNN Part 1:

CNN Part 2:

Less Is Not Always More

May 4

Can you imagine…

A world without so many people living in it?

Through the power of photography and virtual reality, you can.

Silent World by Lucie and Simon (2009-2012)

Worry Warts

May 3

Worry Dolls

When I was a teenager, my grandmother (Mrs. B.) would say to me, “Don’t be such a worry wart.”  I never really thought about what a worry wart really was.  I just knew it was a “nickname” for someone who worried a lot.  I was one of those people.  I think I got it from her ~ passed down through my DNA.

At one time in my life, I suffered from stomach ulcers.  I was even taking medication for them.  In my “Life Lessons” post, I talked about working at a law firm in Long Beach, California.  One of my co-workers had ulcers so bad they ended up slumping over in their desk at work one afternoon, gurgling blood from their mouth.  It was horrible.  An ambulance came and rushed my co-worker to the hospital.  I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me… yes, I began to worry about that too!

Warts?

I decided I needed to do something about my unnecessary obsession of worrying over the smallest of things.  I didn’t like being on medication for them either but I also didn’t want to make my ulcers worse.  One of my friends told me they had ulcers at one time and started drinking milk with live acidophilus (natural bacteria found in your digestive system already) cultures (they’re naturally found in yogurt too).  I decided to give it a try because it seemed anything was better than nothing.  I have to say, it wasn’t an overnight cure but the pain I had from the ulcers did go away (within 6 months) and eventually, I didn’t even think about them anymore.  The acidophilus did the trick (and I had stopped taking the medication when I decided to try the milk ~ meds were really for the pain and not a “cure”).

That same friend is the one who told me about “Guatemalan Worry Dolls” ~ I was on vacation in Mexico and she asked me to get her some as a souvenir.  I had never heard of them.  The dolls are made by Mayan descendants in Guatemala and they look like abstract miniaturized people dressed in native clothing.  The dolls are only about a 1/2- to 1-inch tall and are made of thread and pieces of wood similar to matchsticks.  The Guatemalans believe if they put the little “worry dolls” under their pillow at night and tell them all their troubles the dolls will grant them their wishes ~ like tiny magic genies.

The "Good Luck" Quetzal Bird of Guatemala

 

Read about the legend of the dolls HERE. 
And get some cultural info while you read.  Sort of goes with the “2012” theme we have going on this year.

I did find my friend some dolls and sent them to her (I was living in Seattle and she was living in San Diego).  I’ve forgotten about those little dolls until today when I came across a website about traveling (OneBrownGirl.com) and her (Tracy Friley’s) “Multicultural Monday” post.  Funny.  I’ve been thinking about doing a lot of traveling in the near future…  Maybe these virtual genies will grant my wish? :) 

I miss my friend ~ and just mailed her a hand-written letter yesterday.  She’s one of my friends who always makes me smile because I get hand-written letters from her in return…

There’s just something about a letter from a friend in the mail that makes all my troubles disappear.

So, Don’t Worry. Be Happy. (A song by Bobby McFerrin)

B U

May 3

Be An Original!

I’ve always been a strong believer in being exactly who you are.  Nothing else. Be the very best “you” you can be!

I remember seeing this picture posted by Demi Moore a few months ago and decided to share it with you today.  It makes sense.

Simple. Right?

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Me on my 10th birthday ~ A very sad day

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

~ Lao-tzu, Chinese philosopher (604 BC – 531 BC)

Knowing that I am about to take a journey of a thousand miles doesn’t make writing this any easier. I am about to share with you things I haven’t made public until now. I have only talked about these things with a few people I have allowed to get close enough to me over the years. I have a lot of friends but I didn’t make really good, true friends until I was much older. Growing up, life was very difficult for me. I was subjected to abuse, neglect, and things no child should have to suffer through.

I am number 7 of 8 children. Only 7 survived; 6 girls and 1 boy. They are all my half-siblings and I have another brother from a step-mother on my dad’s side. My real dad died in a car accident when I was 6 but my parents had divorced long before that. Practically from the moment I was born, my life has been a living miracle. I was raised by my grandmother, “Mrs. B” as everyone called her, for most of my life. It was the time spent with my mother that can fill the pages of a novel and which has brought me to this site, to share my life with all of you reading this.

I have often been told by those who know me and hear my story that I should write a book about my life. I have kept a journal for 31 years and consider it my therapy and believe it’s one of the reasons I have been able to deal with the demons in my past as well as I have. I guess, in a way, by writing about my experiences here, I am finally writing that book. And I am willing to share with you a lot of the things that happened but what I am not willing to share are the specific methods used to torture me as a child since I vowed to myself long ago that I would never disclose that information. I don’t want anyone reading my words to get any ideas on how to torture a child without leaving a mark.

It’s an epidemic in our society ~ One that I believe has gotten much worse since I endured it. Even though I managed to live through all of it, I have often wondered how I managed to turn out so different than my siblings ~ That one in eight ~ who went on to break the cycle of abuse, thrive, live a healthy life, and arrive at a place where I can talk about it with all of you. How is it possible that I didn’t turn out to be a criminal or an abuser? How is it possible that I have managed to be “normal” when my mother and siblings aren’t? How is it possible that I was able to move on and not dwell on what happened? How is it possible for me to talk about it now? And above all, why am I so happy?

I was told by my grandmother (my mother’s mother, Mrs. B.) that I was barely three months old when she and her husband, my grandpa Warren, drove from Idaho to an orphanage in California “to get me” and my siblings. She said they waited and waited for what seemed like hours “for the women to bring me out”. She said she didn’t think they were going to let her have me – that I had already been adopted out and they were too late – until finally one of the women brought me to my grandmother and explained that they couldn’t find any clothes for me to wear and that was the reason for the delay. To hear that I was laying in a crib naked, at three months old, somewhere in an orphanage in California, makes me shudder to this day. Of course, I was too young to remember that.

What I do remember is how happy I was while living with Mrs. B. ~ a “brown-purse-carrying-woman” who only “graduated” from the 8th grade (Girls weren’t encouraged to go beyond that grade in school during the time period she grew up in).  Undeterred by this, she managed to own her own restaurant during one time in her life. She was an amazing woman who lived to be 88 years old and whose words still echo inside my head every now and then when I am searching for wisdom ~ some of the pearls I will be sharing with you.

I’ve always felt like I was lucky and blessed throughout my life. I just didn’t realize how lucky I was until I heard Country Music Singer, Jimmy Wayne, say that only three-percent of kids who are exposed to abuse and neglect grow up to “survive and thrive” (as I call it), becoming productive members of our society ~ I didn’t realize I was a “Three-Percent Girl” until February 5, 2010. I still cannot get the words out of my head. It has taken me a month to overcome the tears and sadness and overwhelming shock I felt when I realized I was only one of THREE-percent. Three lucky pennies who have managed to pay back to society what others have lost.

This site will go on to live long after Jimmy has finished his walk from Nashville, TN, to Phoenix, AZ. I am going to be sharing with you not just what happened to me as a child, but also talk about my mentor, Fred, who is a HUGE reason I believe I survived and became such a well-rounded individual and I will be giving him an opportunity to write, in his own words, what it was like to be a mentor to me and how that happened. I am going to share with you my thoughts as I look at the world through the eyes of a three-percent girl, including articles, statistics, resources, experiences I’ve had in the past, such as volunteer work I’ve done, as well as since Jimmy has begun his Project Meet Me Halfway campaign and the sister site, ProjectMMH.org began. I’ll be sharing some of the fun things I do every day, including some of my recipes, pictures, and ideas. And of course, some good laughs (because those of you who know me from Twitter, know I can hardly keep a straight virtual face!) and since I’m an environmental scientist, I will be talking about the environment ~ which, surprisingly, ties in very neatly with the problems we are having in our world today with teen homelessness and the mission that brought Jimmy and I together, on the same path, where our two worlds collided and helped you and I meet on Twitter (something I knew nothing about until 2 months ago!).

I am new to blogging as well, so forgive me if it takes a little while for me to figure it out – I’ve been on a crash course for a few days now. I also encourage you to post a comment – which, I believe, will be hidden until I can decide how to best manage them – if you have questions. I will be happy to answer them or find the answers for you and post them in upcoming blogs. I hope this will be a two-way channel of communication since I truly believe the only way we can change the epidemic is through education and communication.

This website is a view into my world as a 3-percent Girl ~ A way of sharing with others my past, my present, my thoughts, my questions, my answers, and my adventures. It’s my desire that in some small way it may save a life or inspire “hope”.  Therefore, I hope you enjoy the walk with me… into my future

~ Leilani (who considers herself a VERY lucky girl!)

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Hope is a waking dream” ~ Aristotle

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