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Where I stay

So I got back from the Dreamforce conference with tired achy feet and just barely got to the lobby in time for a glass of wine and, and well a tarot reading. There she was, Margaret, set up in the lobby with all of her tarot cards laid out in front of her and I said what the heck and sat down to a reading. I didn’t tell her at first that I read tarot…

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The revolution is howling

It is that time in the cycle of life when people are talking about revolutions again and they are happening. This morning at the Dreamforce conference in San Francisco, Marc Benioff referred to the Arab Spring brought about by Social Media and warned we might be seeing a Corporate CEO Spring very soon as it seems most are out of touch with their employees, their clients, and their world. Since I had flown out of…

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Bay Area Scene

I was walking up 4th Street to Market when I saw a woman in a tight floral dress, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, changing from tennis shoes to high heels, her skate board propped against the wall the whole while. Homeless people dot the landscape. A man walked by with both of his eyes black and blue and he was arguing to himself. A man walked by with angry eyes and was cussing under…

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Flowers in her hair

This morning started out funky – I was stiff from having spent the night on a friend’s couch and was freezing cold since the fog had rolled in and had just not rolled back out. I walked over to sign in at the conference and stopped at Cafe de la Presse for a decaf latte in a bowl, which was nice and hot and felt so good in my ice cold hands. Really folks, it’s…

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Open Road

I’m going to stay for a couple of days with a friend who recently left her job after 19 years with the same company. I am bringing her essential oils and bath salts called OPEN ROAD, because both are to open up all the possibilities that await her in her new life. Similarly, I’m having dinner with two gentlemen, one on Monday and one on Tuesday, both who are standing in the middle of my…

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This too shall pass

A long time ago when I was outraged by Amazon (before they were actually helping support independent bookstores) and fearing and loathing Barnes & Nobles and Borders, I never would have thought that I would bear witness to the closure of the mega bookstore and the rise, yes dear lord the rise of the independents. Maple Street Bookstore opened in the Healing Center – I bought a book for my friend I’m seeing in San…

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The language makes the difference

As Tin is acquiring language and I mean rapidly acquiring it, he often gets one word off, like when he asks, “Can I hold you?” I’m leaving for California this morning and last night he asked me in the bathtub if he could hold me several times and then afterwards when we got out. He’s at that stage where tender is achingly tender and terrible is even worse. While he was supposed to be napping,…

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Marsh fires and more

I dreamed that the guy working on our house was also doing an elaborate wood carving to hang over the doorway and I was flipping through a magazine and found a full page ad about his work. Fitting as I feel as if everything is being done to perfection around here but wondering simultaneously if perfection is what we’re after. I couldn’t sleep because of the marsh fire that is sending thick smoky air our…

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