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Another year come and gone. With it- lessons learned, wisdom gained, losses and things never meant to be fully understood.
2012 is the year to re-introduce yourself back to ...well...yourself. Not the social media you, the public you, the text messaging you, the iphone addicted you. Rather, the you that goes for long walks in nature, digging your toes in mother earth. The you that looks up to a sky full of stars and still feels wonder. The you that still, somewhere deep down, wants love. Believes in love. That part of you that wants to return to the simple things.
It is the year of the return to a heartbeat...instead of a techno beat.
The year to remember and acknowledge we are all in this together and to start treating each other with a little more compassion.
Happy 2012! May this be your best year ever.
Salud!
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Back home to me.
Tue Jan 17 2012
People ask me why I have fallen so deeply, madly in love with New Orleans. How a city or a place in general could really be that moving. Well... I moved back to Nashville because I had to. My mom was struggling in her health. Intuitively I knew I needed to…
Vignette #5 from New Orleans: Three Muses
Tue Jan 10 2012
Vignette #5 from New Orleans: Three Muses Sitting, staring out my window as I watch people pass by, I am aware that there are greater things at work in my life than I am willing to acknowledge at times. Mysteries. Fate. Flow. I came to New Orleans when I was a teenager. I stayed one…
Vignette #4 from New Orleans: Can you spare some change?
Tue Jan 3 2012
Vignette #4 from New Orleans: In whom or what do you trust? Fiduciary. No, this was not one of my words from a scrabble game last night. I woke up this morning...got ready...walked my daily walk. Normally, before my coffee I am pretty much free of thought. Or...would not want to be judged…
Vignette #3 from New Orleans: The pretty and the gritty
Sun Jan 1 2012
Vignette #3 from New Orleans: The pretty and the gritty... “New Orleans is like a beautiful woman whose had one eye gauged out, has two missing limbs, and a permanently damaged outlook....but...and this is very important...she’s not dead.”- Anthony Bourdain Walking down the street to Cafe Rose Nicaud...I realized it has been…
Vignette #2 from New Orleans: 37 chances later, Happy
Sat Dec 31 2011
Vignette #2 Lake Lawn Metairie Cemetery. After a night of restless sleep, I woke up this morning to a layer of fog hovering over the streets. By 8 am I was walking down to Frenchmen for an americano, where I sat and watched people working in the streets...while I worked out the…
Vignette #1 from New Orleans: 50 cents of hope...
Fri Dec 30 2011
Vignette #1 St. Louis Cathedral. Hope is alive. I dig into my messy purse. I know I have change...I always have change. I pull out two quarters. One with a penny stuck to it from some remnant of blue gum never chewed... but obviously let loose in the sea of “things”. I loosen the penny…
Ghosts of Christmas past...true love ...and a modern day Christmas Carol.
Sun Dec 25 2011
Once, in a different space and time, there was a woman. A woman, who had fought most her life to keep the heart of the girl she vaguely remembered to be. Years would pass...Christmas’s would come and go. Every year she anticipated...less and less. Until one year, she did not get…
A Christmas message...
Thu Dec 22 2011
There are many messages that Christmas presents to all of us. Messages that hopefully, we carry with us into the New Year. Messages of hope, of peace and of love. Today, I want to write about what I, in the year 2011, am receiving for my message from Christmas. The message Christmas…
Blind spots and sometimes silence is the only way to be heard.
Tue Dec 20 2011
If you are being faced with behaviors or reactions/actions from others that you are not pleased with, you can rest assured you have, at some point, been doing that same exact thing...blindly. Blind spots. We all have them. I have been working on and towards seeing mine. Finding a way to maneuver my…
Loss and a crawl space...
Mon Dec 12 2011
I lost a dear friend this year. And although, she was the same in life as she is in death, it is in her passing that I have learned what she was living...not by her words, but by her actions. And so, I have to ask myself this: Why do we love…
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