Ticket To Ride, Book 2, Chapter 27: Rincon. Queen of the coast…

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Journal Entry – Livy

Rincon. Queen of the coast. Two boards, Morgan and I. There’s a richness here, a spirit to this place, a feeling of greatness, or a feeling that being here is a great thing. I’m just going to stay in the cove. Morgan’ll go up to a place called “Indicators.” The waves begin to break from up there and wrap around like pliable firelight lapping along the edge of a cobblestone point; a spit of land that reaches out to sea and collects the energy from places north and pulls it in.

Wax clacks against cold fibreglass, waxing up. Smells like warm places, coconut. The cold here makes the warmer seem that much better. We’ll go. We’ll go and we’ll come. We’ll come and we’ll go.

Morgan left Livy sitting in the cove. He smiled then walked along a small strip of sand that led to the top of the point and the take off point for the more adept. Livy sat looking at the sea, waiting for the spirit to take her. When the ocean was ready for her she would know. Stretch, she thought, and began to reach toward her toes. Breathe and stretch.

In a few minutes she was ready and walked to water’s edge. The first shock of the water sent tingles.

“A bit chilly,” she said out loud, then pushed the board in front of her and jumped on laying down. She’d timed it right and made it past the point where the waves would begin to break, paddling as fast as she could. She sat up and looked around. How lovely it must be to live here, she thought, a sheltered corner of sea. The sea salt filled her lungs and as she breathed it deeply she looked to the horizon and saw a new set of waves coming in. A surfer paddled then stood up and she could tell by the style with which the surfer made the first turn that it was Morgan. He pulled high on the wave, anticipating the coming section, then dropped low, slowed a bit, and disappeared behind the curtain of rolling water. She counted: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

“Wow!” she said out loud, pleased with Morgan’s good fortune. That section connected to another and then another until Morgan was right in front of her. He turned up and over the shoulder of the wave and smiled at Livy as he did.

“That was a beauty,” she said.

“Thanks Sweets,” Morgan replied, “catching any?”

“I’ve just paddled out.”

“Well get on it,” he said smiling, “we don’t have much sun.”

“I’m just taking it in. You just get back up there and leave me alone.”

“It is beautiful here isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“Barbados’ll be even better.”

“A bit warmer too.”

“A bit.”

“And we can stay a while.”

“Seychelles first though.”

“Yes Seychelles first…

A wave came to Livy now and she turned and paddled. She felt the rush of water beneath her and pushed up from her surfboard and came to her feet. Still awkward but getting there she slipped toward the bottom of the wave and dipped her head beneath the feathery lip as it pitched around her. She heard it sloshing all around her for a moment, slipped into a brief vision of tropical water, then got slapped in the head by the turning wave and rolled over into the shallows, spinning with it, then finding the surface. Her ears stung with the cold. She grabbed her board again and paddled back toward the horizon. In the distance was Ventura, and beyond that, Los Angeles.

“We’re in L.A. mum.”

“We?”

“Me and Morgan…” Livy paused.

“Well sweetie… are you going to tell me who he is?”

“he’s wonderful mum. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

“When?”

“Well there’s another thing mum… I’m pregnant.”

“Oh how wonderful sweetie.”

“Yes, it is wonderful… he’s wonderful… and we’re in love.”

“Are you married?’

“Well no mum but…”

“That’s ok sweetie… as long as he loves you.”

“He does mum and we’re so much in love.”

“I’m so very happy for you. When will I see you?”

“We’re going to be traveling for a while… to Seychelles and maybe the Serenghetti… maybe toward the end of the year. We’re planning on being in Barbados by then and settling for a while… how does Thanksgiving sound?”

“That’s in November.”

“Yes… look it up on the calendar.”

“That’s a long time… but I will sweetie.”

“Please do mum.”

“I love you Livy.”

“And I you.”

“Well until then.”

“Yeah, ta for now mum.”

Ticket To Ride, Book 2, Chapter 25: This is a holy place but not a “holy” place…

news_PMBT_BuddhaTogether, they traveled into the mountains north of Los Angeles in search of a Buddhist temple. There, they didn’t feel particularly welcome, or even otherwise enthused. A female monk greeted them from a distance as they approached the temple. The temple itself was actually a double-wide mobile home sitting on a lot with random stones strewn around and plants that looked like they hadn’t seen rain in years.

“This isn’t what I was expecting,” said Morgan.

“Me neither,” replied Livy.

The female monk came closer.

“Can I help you,” she asked in a rigid and icy tone.

“Um, can we look around?” asked Morgan.

“What is it that you want?” she asked coldly.

“Just to look around I guess,” replied Morgan.

Morgan and Livy took a few steps away from the monk and as they stepped away a large dog began to bark at them.

“This isn’t at all what I was hoping for.” said Livy.

“Why don’t we just split?” Morgan replied.

Livy nodded in agreement.

“We’re just going to take off,” Morgan said, trying to speak over the noise of the barking dog.

“Suit yourself,” the woman replied.

The two began to walk away.

“D’ya think this is the American version of buddhism?” Livy asked.

“Kind of like the American version of beer.”

“Exactly,” replied Livy.

On the way back over the mountains and heading toward the sea they saw a bend in the river, far below the road. The bend was almost a corner and there, at the base of a rocky cliff on the far side of the water, were two large, chiseled, boulders with pines, sycamores and oak trees rising above them and forming a triangle. Between the boulders sat a smaller stone and two mulberry trees that appeared as twin preachers. Behind the boulders, a very old live oak rose up twice their height and seemed a fitting replacement for the crucifix.

Morgan said it looked like a natural cathedral and how like Notre Dame it was.

“The earth made these things first and man was just a copy cat. Nothing new under the sun,” thought Livy, “but how lovely it is that nature is always first. “Things changed,” she said out loud now, “from the moment people began to congregate in villages. It was all here for us and we lost our way and’ve only created artificial replacements. That tree has a lot to say, more than any one can.”

Sitting by the river Livy thought how the trip to the Buddhist temple wasn’t all for naught. That they had gone there and not felt invited or welcome or drawn to it had just led them here, to this place which must have a name, but a place they would not give a name nor seek to find a name for from the people who would know these things. Names limit the energy and power of things, waterfalls are so much more than waterfalls. This place would just be the place they went to after the temple and they’d feel what it was and know that this place was where they both decided not to look further into organized religions.

“This is a holy place but not a “holy” place.”

“I know what you mean.”

Morgan had his beliefs in the power of the sea and Livy felt drawn to the forest. There’s power in these things, she thought, though they’re not seen. Just being in and around these things fed the inner life the way others are fed by the Sunday sermon. As she was thinking these things Morgan recited one of his songs to her:

 

“I don’t believe in idolatry,

I’m hindered by false prophecy,

and I don’t believe that God hangs out in a church.

My religion is not your decision,

my religion has no division,

mine is of you and you and you and me.

holy wars and mission plagues are what its brought to be

offer plunder

offer warfare

offer naught to me.

It’s of the openness of oceans

and of seas

of walking together

alone

of loving with ease

of the the wind in the mountains

of flesh, stone and bone

of thoughts without fear.

and in the seeds we’ve sown.

rejoicing in a union

or

just looking to the sky

embracing the land and oceans

answering

the “why.”

This is not a religion

in the modern sense at all

but have we gained by being modern

or following

a modern call?”

 

Livy felt warm everywhere and saw something rising in Morgan. He extended a hand toward her and she responded with a simple “yes,” and then they made love by the river.

Lisa Marie Panagos Catches A Star @ The 7th Annual Hollywood F.A.M.E. Awards

LisaPanagos-comOn November 14th, 2013, Hollywood was all abuzz with a star-studded show at the Avalon Theater in Hollywood. Al Bowman, the Executive Producer and Founder of the Hollywood F.A.M.E. Awards and the LA Music Awards kicked off awards show season with a media-filled red carpet event. Lisa Panagos was presented with the 2013 Hollywood F.A.M.E. Award for Female Rising Star.

Celebrities receiving Hollywood F.A.M.E. awards this year included Director/ Producer Cass Warner (The Brothers Warner), actors Nathin Butler (General Hospital), Bill Blair (ARGO), and Ron Jeremy Hyatt (Ronin), actresses Leilani Sarelle (Basic instinct) and Meliani Paul (The Butterfly Effect), Grammy- nominated percussionist Victor Orlando (The Gap Band), music industry executive Steve Resnik, and legendary game show host and creator Wink Martindale (Tic-Tac-Dough).

“I was in amazing company at the 7th annual Hollywood F.A.M.E. awards, and feel so lucky to have won for Female Rising Star. I am so grateful to be recognized for my work in Music, Film and Television,” says Lisa. “It feels incredible when your hard work begins to pay off.” Other past HFA recipients include Brad Pitt, Sally Kirkland, Gwen Stefani, David Kershenbaum, and President Carter to name a few.

Legendary sportscaster Johnny Holliday (Washington Nationals, CBS, Voice of the Maryland Terrapins) endorsed Lisa for her talent as did Billboard-charting songwriter Alex Forbes (Don’t Rush Me, Too Turned On). Other congratulations came from prominent directors and celebrities in the industry such as Myrna Post (Publicist), director and coach to the stars Larry Moss (Million Dollar Baby),

Hillary Swank, Helen Hunt, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Larry Storch (F Troop).

Born and raised in Potomac, Md., Lisa had stars in her eyes as she trained diligently in her hometown before heading to NYC to pursue Broadway. After landing several roles in shows such as Annie Get Your Gun, Sophisticated Ladies, Jesus Christ Superstar, and West Side Story to name a few. Lisa made the transition to Hollywood seamlessly as she landed roles in Film, TV and simultaneously continued her recording career as a Singer-Songwriter- Producer.

This three-time award-winner at the LA Music Awards in 2012 and winner in 2013 at the Artists in Music Awards for Breakthrough Artist of the Year is now fresh off the stage from the Avalon Theater, having received a Hollywood F.A.M.E. award for Female Rising Star.

“Many thanks to all of my mentors, friends and fans who have helped me get to this point. Without you this would not have been possible. Thanks also to my parents, the late media mogul John Panagos and mother Mary Ann Panagos of Potomac, Maryland. It’s been a great journey and I’m looking forward to continuing to contribute to the entertainment business and striving to achieve more recognition.”

For more information about Lisa’s career visit her website www.lisapanagos.com. She is developing a line of products in addition to her music that are available on her website’s store. You can also find out more about her acting career at http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2166116.

Lisa is an active member of SAG-AFTRA and Actors Equity Association. She is also a 10 time award recipient from multiple U.S. and International organizations.

A Working Class Hero by John Lennon

lennonAs soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
‘Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you’re clever and despise a fool
‘Til you’re so fuckin’ crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function, you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fuckin’ peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top, they’re telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

– John Lennon

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