It’s 30 Time

Time Time Time….

So it’s been Thirty years…Thiirrrrrrtttyyy yeeeaarrrsss…..T H I R TY~~~ 30

Get on highway 30 folks~

Well, in Korea, I’ve already been thrity for a year now haha. So by Korean standards, I’m 31. BAM! 30 was skipped!

It has been a WONDERFUL JOURNEY my friends.

30 Birthday Music

Born in California, raised by sweet parents, love abounding, great sister, memories of dancing by the record player, snorkeling with tropical fish in Hawaii, cats, sports, great birthday parties.

Snorkeling with tropical fish was always fun

Growing up in a forest, exploring the vast unknown in the backyard of the Santa Cruz mountains, amazing energetic ocean, that provided the thought that there is a whole unknown world out there, to explore, to discover, to enjoy.

Methusalah, just 15 minutes drive from my house.
Pacific Ocean, how you intrigue me..

 Great community of a church gave opportunities for me to go to Mexico many times doing construction projects and helping those in need. Going to the Caribbean islands to build schools, meet people from all over the states doing so together was an impactful time and solidified the desire to explore the world and serve.

Eastern Europe…..Vanguard University…..Cultural Anthropology studies….Traveling to Tibet and China for a summer, riding horses in far out lands, spending the night in nomads tents, eating fried skewers from a small cart outside of Barkor square, 13,000 elevation in the city of Lhasa.

Anthro Undergrads 2003
 
Taj 2004
Far out lands, making great friends, enjoying southern california in it’s entirety, SD, OC, LA, 909, Big Bear, beaches, mountains, desert.
Christmas Party with the So Cal friends

The twenties have been great. I have done everything I have WANTED to do. I have been TRUE to myself, doing only what I feel is most important and most valuable. I have pursued my dreams, I have tried to be a socially minded person daily. I have tried to honor my friends and family in whatever way possible.

Leading a group of guys throughout Egypt for 3 months was a blast. Camping on Mt. Sinai, diving the red sea, serving the Sudanese refugees and orphans was rewarding.

Egypt Crew
 

Traveling and adventuring has been ingrained in me, and it will always be. I have developed into a global citizen and it has been wonderful to evolve. I love people so much and I desire to serve others in need for the rest of my life.

These boys changed my life

Yes my friends. The first thirty has been a WONDERFUL JOURNEY. One that has involved SO many memories with everyone, I laugh to myself consistently ALONE because my mind is remided of so many good times. I love that through the journey, I have become a person who you are guaranteed to have adventures with. Haha, it always happens! I love LOVE LOVE it! More adventures and journeys!!!

I just bought a flight to the Yucatan for late January. Uh OH! Saleme on the run again! Only for a few weeks, the Mayan riveiera is beckoning along with BELIZE! Diving potentially awaits, jungle trekking, beach bumming, soul searching, fun loving, happy dancing!

Next: DIVE Yucatan

Thank you my friends for being my friends. Thank you for the experiences, the conversations, the smiles, the thoughts, the prayers, the fellowship, the shared meals, the challenges, the time served together on earth.

LIFE has been a wonderful journey
Indeed it has
So much to live, so much to have

It’s a another year and another phase
shoot like a star, never fade

It’s off to the day, it’s wonderful
sunny and bright, air is nice

Thankful thankful thankful
for everything

May the winds bring us together
Bring us happenings.

LOVE!

Try to LOVE others daily, be thankful daily, tap into the universal energy daily and I don’t think you’ll be far off from happiness and joy and peace.

My Oma turns 101 in February. And there are probably going to be significant scientific findings to extend life. So my friends, there is a LOT of life to still be lived. a LOT.

Keep living, full each day. I will, never waste away.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! The tale continues….

contemplation surgery football

New song from the DJ~ listening music for readers

So I come down to the Bay Area to participate in my buddies annual birthday weekend party that includes football, paintball, lots of eating and fellowship with the “dudes.”

Overall it was a good time, and I killed it in football, gaining some 5-6 TD’s, two of which were defensive runbacks and lots of running and catches. For a guy like me, who while being athletic, never plays much football, it was a good day.

Tahoe Trip 2011

Needless to say, the guys were still jonesin for some more football and the following week we got together to play and in the heat of competition, referee and all, I happened to roll my ankle on the turf field and lo and behold, CRACK!

I felt pain immediately sure, I shouted F&##! pretty loudly, I felt in my heart it was broken but didn’t want to believe it. Well, a couple of days later after X-rays, icing, elevation and resting, I found myself in a surgery room, and then waking up after being knocked out from some anesthesia, my fibula or more specifically lateral malleolus fixed with some plates and screws.

Type B happened to me

SO now I write to you in “recovery mode.” It’s gonna be some 4 weeks before the cast comes off and then after that it’ll need some further healing. Luckily, I am being well taken care of by family and friends in the Bay Area.

It’s a different lifestyle for me now to be resting as much now. I’ll be occupying most of this time through writing and making some music hopefully. Reading some books, spending time with my 100-year-old Grandma along with getting time to spend with family is all valuable.

Some of my family taking care of me 🙂

My family has always been pretty close, so needless to say, they are happy that I am around. I have been living the past 3 and a 1/2 years in Seattle and I’ve only spent a few weeks at the house every year so they are happy I’ll be around for a bit. At least till Christmas…

More posts to come….

1111 a time of waking up

Why is it that I see 1111 frequently and at the same time experience significant shifts in my perspective and feeling as I reach the age 30?

What is it about this time in life? Is it just a number or a symbolic time? Mr. Jesus Christ began a journey at 30, I’ve been told “never trust a person over 30” and well, let’s be honest, 30 just doesn’t sound that young anymore. Of course, there will be people who will always tell you “you are young” or “you are old.”

I’ve never cared much for age, I mean so what, you’ve lived a few more days than someone else, does it really make you that much more wiser, beautiful, worthy or intelligent?

So far I’ve noticed shifts as I age, shifts in thinking, and a greater acquirement of experiences, knowledge, people encounters and new feelings. This all adds to the soup of life and it’s wonderful.

TO tell you the truth, I have felt like I am already past thirty and am happy to say, “my twenties were well lived.” I never want to die suddenly knowing that I didn’t live life to the full. For me, I would say, yes, I have lived life to the full. I have attempted to be a loving person, positive, and learn how to better interact with my fellow human being, be it a person who is from any part of the world. I have felt I have come to a good place in having a very good comfortability interacting with just about any person on this planet. But hey, we just reached 7 billion, there’s all sorts of people. Not to say I like everyone deeply, but I always try to impart some positivity or some love to someone. We need as much love as we give to each other on this planet and yes there is an overwhelming amount of darkness out there. Suffering, hurt, pain, death, abuse, betrayal, lies. I’m not living as if it doesn’t exist, I just have decided that I don’t want to dwell on such things and instead focus on the good that exists and that should be the norm instead. Love, care, compassion, community, happiness, eating together, laughing, touch and dancing. Much better, yes?

So I’ve been having this reoccurrence of the number 1111 come up in my life and I’ve been told it is a number that symbolizes “waking up” in a nutshell.

I first came to know of it as I was in my cousin’s art structure at a festival called Burning Man. The art structure was called “Constellation of One.”

The Constellation of one
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Inside I walked in, because you see, there is a secret door. I knew about it having been a supporter of the project prayerfully and financially, but not everyone knew there was…

I hunkered in with a friend and two new friends, and came to meet one "Mr. White."

Now I don't know if Mr. White was an angelic being, a shaman, or just another person walking this planet. But something was special about him. He was extremely kind and welcomed myself and buddies to the inside of the mirrored constellation of one, and together we communed. As we chatted in our circle lit somewhat by electric candles, we talked about the uniqueness of the shape of this structure. It had seemed that the Constellation of One was a sort of mystical shape, found in various cultures. It is known as the "Merkabah."

In Hebrew tradition, the Merkabah is considered a “Chariot of God” and is found in the Hebrew scriptures and in Ezekiel’s vision of the throne of God. I had been familiar with this vision in the past and it was interesting to find so much written about the Merkabah. Some define the Merkabah as a spiritual vehicle to achieve access to the higher realms. Had this been some of the inspiration behind my cousin constructing her art?

My cousin Kirsten and I (right after I walked out from the Constellation of One)

So as we were talking about the significance of the Merkabah, Mr. White also mentioned the significance to the number 1111 and 1112. I told him, “wait did you just say that 1111 was a significant number?” He said “yes, why?” And I said “Well, last night I spent the night in Reno at a hotel and my room number was 1111!” Everyone in the Constellation then went “Whooooaaaaa”

Intriguing. Wonder. Excitement.

Mr. White told me it was very significant and I embraced that it occurred but didn’t dwell on it all too long. I had felt a call to come to this gathering known as Burning Man, and so it was yet another confirmation that indeed Shawn Saleme was supposed to be here at this very moment, in his cousins art project that he had been wanting to see for two years, with friends who had been kind enough to bring some of his supplies and gear down from Seattle and in an environment that already was expanding and enlightening his already existing paradigm of life regarding the social interaction of human beings.

Yes, I was supposed to be here. I felt good, positive, very happy and so very happy to be in this art project of my cousins. You know she did projects like this as a teenager when I was a kid? She would take pieces of mirror and put them on a pyramid like structure with wet tissue! Did you also know she has spent the better part of her life in India, Thailand and Bali teaching Yoga and I never see her?! I was hoping to see her at this 50,000 plus person gathering, but there’s no cell phone coverage, no wifi, no nothing. So if I saw her, great, but if I didn’t, oh well. Maybe in Thailand. 🙂

“The three wise men” (my friends who were dressed as such) and I walked out, thanking Mr. White for his conversation and wisdom and as we walked out of the Constellation of One, my friend asked “I want to meet your cousin man” and as I was ducking out of the doorway I said, “Well I don’t know if I will see her..” and as I turned my head to the right, who was there??? “She is here” I said As I stared with an awe and wonder and joy and yes! I walked straight to her and her partner Mitchell and said in a loud dutch voice with accent and all “IK HOU VAN JOU!” Which means I LOVE YOU!

We hugged, we laughed, we were happy to see each other and be united. You know I only have three first cousins, and our family history is fairly international and eclectic so it was absolutely wonderful to see her when I can and tell her how much I had been enjoying the Constellation of One. I asked her if she had known about the Merkabah and if it provided her the inspiration for her art. She said she found out about it later, but that she didn’t know about it and that she had come up with the design in her dreams.

Intriguing. Wonder. Excitement!

It was time to go! I got on my bike and biked off into the desert….The waking up had begun.

Mitchell and I

to be continued yes?

Pray for me in this time if you consider yourself a prayerful person…