an encounter.... Louise Hay

Friday was Bike for the Dad ( the King) and Henry was going to do the 28K ride from the convention center to the moot and back.   He was told to be at the convention center around noon with the hopes of a start around 2-3.  I wanted to be a good place to sit so I could see Henry coming around the bend.  It is hard to imagine 19,000 bikes since I can't find one that I think fits my body well.  
 

When everyone is flying at you with yellow shirts and helmets, it is a trick to find him in the crowd.  He is the one in the center of the pic to the left of the man with the green helmet and below, the orange shoelace gives him away.  
It was a good thing he knew where to look for I did not see Nell and Harry who were close behind.      





The Blog entry is about, what happened while I was waiting for the bikers to arrive.

When I knew that it was going to be about an hour before the bikes arrived, I decided to sit on the grass and stretch out.  I had not brought something to read, but this was going to be an observation time and maybe some meditation.

I had hardly gotten settled when a woman on a bike appeared, asked if I spoke English and then dismounted and asked if I could help her with her paper she needed to write.   Why not...

    
She proceeded to tell me that she had been ill and through finding Louise Hay on the Internet she had found a Japanese way of meditation that had created a new way of life for her.  As soon as she mentioned Louise, I thought of the end of all of her tapes....This is Louise Hay... 

My "client" sat down and unpacked her computer.  Opened up her screen to open multiple screens and proceeded to whittle the group down to a few.

Her goal was to put together a flyer that would attract participants to an overnight at a village in the woods where you would sit in meditation for 2.5 hrs, have a massage or sauna, good Thai food, and learn some ancient ways.  The big thing was this was not an ordinary experience but a Japanese way of meditation that was someway connected to ancient native rituals.  At one point, she noted that had only seven minutes left to do the project and save.  I banged out some info on the Mac Book which is foreign territory to this PC person and saved and then finished on a tiny receipt from the 7/11.   She packed up, got on the bike, and rode off.

I was interested in the old computer disc that serves as a reflector at the back of the bike... and her little feel so casually relaxed as we put the add together.