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the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many cats, kittens and dogs he always had at least one…
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the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many cats, kittens and dogs he always had at least one…
”Never make someone a priority when to them, you are simply an option.” It’s funny I was schlepping up and over the mountain one morning last week and this quote came to mind. And interestingly enough, a few days later, I…
As I walked the 10 blocks home this afternoon in the pouring rain, my green and white flowered Gipsy skirt and white tank stuck to my body and rainwater dripped down my hair and face. I smiled. First I smiled…
I spent yesterday afternoon in a hospital room, sitting in a chair beside my grandfather. As he slept I read a book touching on Grace sent to my good friend Ronald Arceo. There was a an elder woman sleeping in…
I love trees. Especially big ones with deep green colored leaves or weeping willows that seem embrace the earth with their long branches. I love the vivid colors in the autumn months. Trees represent (for me) strength, adaptability, wisdom and…
There mere act of defining who you are puts limits on who you can be. It can close you in some way. Instead define what you love, how you to feel, what you give, how you impact the world. Let…
The workout (redefinition according to SuzyQ): The only time in the span of a day where no one else matters. One is totally focused, totally empowered, totally in sync with one’s body, totally in “the zone”. There are no problems,…
Over an amazing dinner at a quaint resto in the Tremblant village, 4 ladies intensely discussed the subject of relationships. The platform for the launch of our discussion stemmed from a recent short lived, but particular romance I had with…
were it not for you, I would not know the joy of being who I am I would not know the immense power within me I would not have experienced the palpable sensation of it were it nor for you…
it’s in the palm of your hand your giant hand that envelopes all of me that’s where I close my eyes to be where I don’t wanna be where I am in that dark moment with my eyes shut I…