This was years ago and this was the last time I felt American spirit moving through me. I was SO pumped for the U.S.A womens soccer team to beat out the rest of the other countries! i had a go U.S.A party at my house. Now, years later….living in Mexico and hanging out with Brits has me singing a whole new AMerica tune. But i do feel a tinge of …..haha we beat you 🙂 and i’m glad we did.
Feeling SO done with The Covid!! What a fucking journey!! And today I learned that Mexico is back on High alert. All the hospital beds in Cabo are filled. No tourists allowed. Apparently its raging in Todos Santos. when Oh When Will this end???! I was just getting used to the idea of maybe just maybe not having to remember my mask as I wisk out the door. Please god make it stop!!
Virginia Lee’s book, Little House, scarily captures what I see happening all around me.My parents bought this book when my brother and I were young and it was easily in our top 3 favorites. We read it over and over again. And now, ironicially, it seems to be the story I live in. That is…….the story of Development. We watched, powerless as they built over our baseball field. The place that holds some of my most delighted feelings of freedom.… Read More »The Little House
The world was calling…………then home was calling. Quick Trip! (how could it not be on that beautiful Red thing!). Brown and blonde back to Brrrr and more Brrrr! But home is home and sometimes you just need HOME. Home is always calling. Maybe one of these days I will cross the threshold and cultivate it to sustain me for a long go of it!
Life While-You-Wait.Performance without rehearsal.Body without alterations.Head without premeditation. I know nothing of the role I play.I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spotjust what this play’s all about. Ill-prepared for the privilege of living,I can barely keep up with the pace that the action demands.I improvise, although I loathe improvisation.I trip at every step over my own ignorance.I can’t conceal my hayseed manners.My instincts are for happy histrionics.Stage fright makes excuses for… Read More »Wislawa Szymborska: Life While-You-Wait
Amber and I climbed, hiked,ok……strolled up it today. And Steve took a picture of us from his house. Can you see us? On the P? I’m in red……? (I can’t see us either) I am soo appreciating the shape time is taking on, due to Quarentine. It is luxurious. Soak it up baby! This won’t last.