We are in the midst of significance. After the darkest winter this country has witnessed since WWII, there is a new hope floating in the air, springing from an empathy from our leadership. Say what you want about politics, but soon there will be money in needy pockets, vaccines available for everyone, and acts of caring from Washington the likes of which will buoy this tired America straight into a better world. Today I see a brighter horizon. Sure the road is still muddy and slick and filled with challenging ruts, but with lifted eyes we can find the fulfillment of sweet promises that will change everything.
Homebody
When we set up house this last time, we were very deliberate about creating spaces that made us happy. Obviously we had no idea that home would become synonymous with safety in 2020. Or that home would become her workplace. Or that home would be our yoga space. Or that home would also be my classroom. In fact, home became our everything last March, and a year later, it still is. Little did we know as we rearranged furniture, bringing a table closer to the windows, moving a comfy chair closer to the fire, clearing space for a proper pantry, setting up a painting studio, just how important these spaces would be, or how each object, from lamp to mirror to photo would be called on to evoke bright and warm and much-needed positive emotion. Yet, as I pass through my days, moving from room to room I am swept along in delightful memories and leave each with an easier smile. I have become, although somewhat reluctantly, a contented homebody padding around in slippers and living in a sanctuary.
Life List
Decided to reblog tonight, because right now two things are sustaining me, memories and dreams, and this post hits both. Interesting to note, one of the first goals on my previous Life List was completed not too long after I published this originally. I did experience a sensational sunset gondola ride along the canals of Venice, sublime and otherworldly for sure! I can also add to my updated Life List several memorial dives into the uniquely turquoise Mediterranean Sea, swimming out as far as I dared as well an afternoon in Cezanne’s Aix-de-Provence art studio and a few nights wandering in the summer heat of Nice. Add to this list a breathtaking view of the Grand Canyon from the absolute edge, a warm and insanely satisfying beignet from the Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans, the intoxicating Freddie Cole’s jazzy piano at Birdland, the Broadway extravaganza of Moulin Rouge, and St. Patrick’s Cathedral during Christmas week and watching a whole school of dolphins swim in our wake during a Pacific sunset. These memories will feed me until, yeah until we can wander freely once again. India is calling me, so is Spain and Russia and Morocco for the food and culture and sky, and Cali of course to hold those I cherish residing there. We, who have magical Memories and daring Dreams are the lucky ones.
I’ve been to Tokyo. London. Paris. New York. Miami. But still, I want a gondolier to inform me about the ancient waterways of Venice as we float along the Grand Canal and attempt to navigate the bustle of Delhi in a rickshaw, party until dawn taking in the nightlife of Rio de Janeiro and reveling in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. I want to see my reflection in the Taj Mahal fountain, watch the grand Everest peak peek out of the clouds and the northern-lights light-up Iceland, and explore everywhere possible in northern Italy. Yes, there are plenty of places to sail, fly, drive, pedal or walk to, and all those comprise my life list.
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