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Let’s get back to that Girl on Fire post just the other day. I started running again in earnest, which required a new playlist – Girl on Fire – top of the list. Today as I was making it around the bayou, I felt those old familiar endorphins. I later saw a post by my yoga guru and she was writing about Kali about how 2012 has been the apex within the Kali Yuga –…
I’ve been scouring modern design websites trying to find a decent lamp for Tin’s bedroom and today on a whim, I stopped by a second hand store and there they were – not modern, but primitive wood carved African girl-heads with braids – 50% off – that had Tin written all over them. And so that was really the only thing I accomplished today other than staying awake to this point after rising at 3:30…
Good morning this gorgeous fall-ish Sunday; I’ve been up for eight hours and I feel as if I am in need of a nap. So goes the story of those who rise at 3:30 am. I looked up insomnia and it appears it arises out of stress and depression, but also afflicts the elderly. Have I truly crossed into territory where I would be referred to as elderly? I’m trying to make my list for…
I spent most of my life in my head and sometimes it gets so confusing up there, that it’s best to get out and take a walk. Yesterday, after preparing the house for rental guests to arrive, I decided to take a shower, put on a bindi and head out. I stopped first to see my friend at Swirl and she treated me to a fine cabernet. We caught up – me sipping my cab,…
“As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.” – Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe I have to say that at 53 1/2 years old I have more questions than answers, but I have over half a century of wisdom. Isn’t it about time I started listening to my intuition and untying the knot inside?
I woke this morning at 3am after a pretty rough day yesterday. Tatjana left for Boston and as has become the norm around here, Tin went into an utter meltdown. A friend suggested he might be suffering from separation anxiety having experienced it as an infant. It gave me pause. Because the way I was reading it is my partner’s gone, time to myself, and then WHAM BAM, I’ve got a child who went from…
A friend of mine says that she separates the world into those who have been through therapy and those who haven’t. For me, honestly, I can’t tell the difference. A friend asked me the other day how I was handling all of the issues in my life and I said, “Here’s the deal, number one, get a life coach, number two, go back to therapy, and number three start meditating, and number four … .”…
I was thinking this morning about Lance Armstrong because something on a smaller scale happened recently. I met someone and thought they were truly fine and then out of the blue met mutual friends who said something ugly about the person. It gave me pause. But with Lance, it gives me big pause. Lance was a doping fiend – good god I thought when I heard this – what’s next? Recently, I’ve been thinking about…
This is how the morning started: And then Tin woke up sick, and then my day became absorbed with trains – lots of trains and tissues and no’s – and lots of my explaining that hey, IT WAS MY DAY THAT GOT HIJACKED not yours, buster.