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It happened here

Occasionally, as I’m reading the newspaper in the morning I’ll glance up at Tin who is watching me and tell him, “Look closely because when you grow up you will not be reading a newspaper.” Sure enough, yesterday the New York Times leaked that the Times Picayune was paring down to three papers a week and focusing instead on their online presence. Only, the Times Picayune doesn’t really have an online presence – the nola.com…

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Uncertainty is the new black

I spoke with a woman today who said this, that, it’s all up in the air, nothing predictable, hard to know what to think or hold onto. Ah yes, uncertainty, the new black. We are early adapters of uncertainty here in New Orleans, cutting edge so to speak, for the U.S. that is, because there are many countries and people that have been dealing with uncertainty most of their lives. From the seat of advantage,…

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Little bitty baby steps

I was starting to feel better and I credited my newfound attitude adjustment but yesterday was like WHOA, slow down. So again, I’m back to renegotiating to take stock of what my condition my condition is in. When I speed back up to my normal pace, I get rattled not to mention nauseous – yesterday I threw up on my shoe. Ugh.

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I got the music in me

Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress. Bruce Barton Jazz is unique to us – to the U.S., to New Orleans, to this household. We’ve spent the last two days getting reacquainted with our house, our books, our selves. I listened to WWOZ playing the blues for…

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Finding your circle

There is a zen saying that you only know the circle of water you are in and how true that is. Today, after a restless afternoon of Tin not wanting to nap, me trying to get all the myriad scheduling and tasks done, and then trying to relax into my circle, we took a walk on the bayou and came across friends and their son – both boys have grown so much in the last…

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Getting your groove back

Flower told me she took a Zumba class and so I took the class at my gym when they offered it – I didn’t like it – the instructor was unprepared and uninspired. So I wrote off Zumba as a fad. Then my neighbor/friends said they were offering Zumba at your studio on Broad Street and I went and was blown away. I could Zumba till the cows come home – namely this cow. Not…

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The butterfly gland

Can my path be any more transparent than it is – it is a gland in the form of a butterfly that is producing my metamorphosis. It is a Stick Figure leading me into the light. My home is on the water, my city is on the water, and I’m headed to take the waters in Spain this summer for my healing process. The website for thyroid suggests: Our stress response can directly influence thyroid…

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Hello Yoga

Hello yoga my old friend, it’s good to be with you again Because my hours wasted on my tears, as light crept through the fears And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains, amped on the sounds of silence Today, I made it to yoga in the first of two months where I’ve been spending time turning and turning a new chrysalis. The mantra was perfectly in tune: Gurur Brahmaa Gurur Vishnu…

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Editing the script

Friend who hasn’t seen me in a few months: Friend: “Everything okay?” [puzzled look] Me: My thyroid is whacked but the good news is that I’m going to the beach and I don’t have to shave! Friend: “It must be hard without that beautiful hair of yours.” Me: Yeah, but it will grow back … I don’t have my womanly hair but I still have my womanly breasts! Friend: [awkward] “Right.”

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Chapter 1

She moved to the bayou because she wanted to live near a natural body of water, she arrived in a hurricane, literally and figuratively, and she and the house weathered the storm. She called the house her vacation home; a seven year old boy called it the LaLa. The LaLa was the end of a long journey, another adventure began almost immediately. So perhaps this is Chapter Two, but more likely all of that backstory…

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