Dreams...

May all your dreams come true in the coming year!

Poolside dining...

When we got back to Baja we stopped for lunch at a place by the sea. This was the welcoming committee next to our table while we had lunch. Hola iguana bonita!

October in New York City...

As Harry Konick Jr. sings... "I love New York in June, how about you?... but October ain't bad. Specially if you get to visit good friends and celebrate the one and only's birthday.

Couch anyone...

While walking around Easton, MD, we cam upon a Free Zone. Couches for free!! Not one but two, three, four...

What is Life?

"What is Life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."

Last words of Crow foot, orator of the Blackfoot Confederation, April 1980

Note: These words were read at Helen Ruenitz's Memorial Service in November 2011.
The poem was selected by Helen.
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Summer outside Baja...

Getting away from the heat and humidity for a couple of months allowed us to explore the lifestyle of Easton, M.D. a small town about 60 miles south east of Washington, D.C. with about 13,000 residents. Easton is the Talbot county seat and has a mild, conservative but charming disposition.

Rain, how lovely it is...

It is rare for us to receive much rain here in Baja. But one day this fall I had hung my sheets to dry early int he morning. The sheets absorb this fresh incredible smell that feeds your senses. However around 2pm I heard thunder, while I was deep into page 283 of my book, and suddenly I remembered the sheets. I quickly jumped, took them down and brought them into the house. Then the rain really came down and it was lovely.

Death... the ultimate good bye.

We said goodbye to several people this year, but the dearest one to us was Helen Ruenitz.
I learned from her to see, even though she was losing her sight to a Macula degeneration disease. She was kind and she was fair.

The skies are magnificent...

The skies are magnificent here in Baja. A masterpiece of clouds forming feather like arrangements as they dance through the sky. The sun almost everyday lights our skies, and like a fire ball at the end of the day descends sometimes to surrender a green flash as it dips into the ocean, or simply descends as its swallowed by the endless mass of water we call ocean.

Mexico City, my city of birth...

A brief fly by to Mexico City, my city of birth. Mexico City, cosmopolitan, complicated, intense city, my city of birth; I still love you; Although you scare me, I still love you; Even with your agression, I still love you; As I drive by the hospital were our daughter was born, I still love you; Even with your dense pollution, the constant honking of the cars and the muscling from lane to lane in he busy "glorietas", I still love you; With your lovely "panaderías, el pan dulce de la merienda, el afilador, el pepenador, el ruido de las ambulancias, I still love you after all these years; I smile when I see the beautiful flowers in the street corners everywhere. When I think of you my beautiful city of birth, I still love you.

The 5 languages of love by Gary Chapman...

Read and interesting book in the summer "The 5 languages of love by Gary Chapman". In the book it basically says we all respond to one of these languages:

1. Words of affirmation
2. Gifts
3. Quality time
4. Service
5. Physical contact

Beach walks...

There was mist in the air. The water was green. There were clouds in the sky. Blessed I am to be able to take those sandy path walks every day to the beach... it feels my heart with joy to walk down to the beach every day.

Things I would like to write about...

The blue hour; Children are the center of their parents life but the opposite does not hold true;tv/sitting on that chair and letting the world move you; looking in the same direction as your partner;like the movie "I Am Love" ...I can't live without love.

Things I thought about on May 10th...

It was Mother's Day in Mexico, May 10th, 2011. The things I was thinking about on this day were: My mother, my daughter, my sister, the blue hour, being held in his arms in the morning when I wake up, India, dancing, my artwork, my purpose...

Es un regalo de la vida ser madre, gracias a la vida.

Photo courtesy of Lucero García.

What happens at 3am...

What happens at 3am when my brain is on fire? I often have to look for ways to meditate or for images of something cooling to calm my brain. The restlessness comes and goes, as well as a pang for nostalgia and an ache for love.

I wrote on January 1st...

Life is a gift and I intend to live it fully.

A year in the life... in parts...

As usual in the past few years Christmas rolls over me (...like a big máquina) and I get to crawl from under it about New Year's Day. It happened again this year, the Christmas yearly letter never got out, the tree barely got up, (but it did with it's magical blue lights) thanks to my sweet and loving husband, the family picture which we don't take any more also did not get out... and the sense of incomplete "completion" lies heavily in my heart. So this is my intent to share with you some observations from the past 365 days.