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“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.”

– Ayn Rand

Thank you for stopping by. I don’t know how to get to the perfect place I long to be, but I know that I am not ready to stop looking. Keep putting one foot in front of the other 🙂


I saw this car in the garage at work and went Crazy-Ga Ga over this incredible work of art!!!

This post is photo heavy because you have to see all the dedications in art that make me think this person is pretty spiritual and perhaps even psychic. I recall hearing that colored birds come to visit after a loved one has passed on to the next World. Perhaps that is part of the dedication to the birds? Or, they just love ornithology. This is quite the Ode to Spring.

There is loving artwork on every surface, including hearts on the hood and lit candles around the back license plate. Also, note that there is an ornamental red “B” on the upper right of the back of the car. So, this Free Spirit is a Boston Red Sox fan too!

This car has Good Karma to boot! (that is only a funny pun if you are living in one of the Commonwealth countries or abroad)

I hope that you are as excited by this incredible piece of true high Performance Art! A definite Wild Magic Carpet Ride!













This beautiful writer uses words generously and gorgeously.

90 is the new 30, the frustrating numbers we believe.


In the good old days of “Whip me, Beat me, Make me work long hours” it was imperative to socialize with coworkers. Along with stockbrokers, their assistants and other Finance majors, Gin & Tonic was the drink to request at the bar. Sales and marketing utilized my speaking skills and ability to speak to anyone and everyone.

My husband married me in part because no one had ever kept him talking that long. He appreciated that I could be the social one and step forward with conversation and bravado. For me, laughter, means real laughter; deep, roll your head back, down to the soul laughter that fills me up with the effervescent delight of joy.

My enthusiasm and people skills have always been a part of the parties I attended and I still want the other person to enjoy themselves. It is hard to recognize the quiet introvert from the talkative extrovert.
Words, words, everywhere and not a stop to think.

These days, I am much more empathic and highly sensitive. Picking up the energy of the people around me means that I would much rather read a book at times than be in a large party. At a large social function, there are so many emotions swirling around and efforts to make a connection. For better or worse, I can be exhausted by just watching some of those interactions.

The ability to see and feel emotions means that I understand the energy of pain. You can see the magnified light of joy and success. But the feelings of narcissism, control, passive aggression and deceit come through crystal clear too. This is not a sense of control or artificial grandiosity. My brain overthinks and considers the ideas that surround me. I pick up all the snippets of conversation; my hearing is blessed but my brain gets tired. There are days when “Off with your head” would be most helpful, to me or the other person; it depends if I am feeling picky.

These days, I seek to conserve my energy. While always being introspective, in my mourning, I am more circumspect too. It feels indecent to enjoy myself too much. A family wedding is a cause to rejoice ~ and remember. Photos show great times and memories of the ones who have passed. Joy and sadness mingle with laughter, thought, and emotion. Yippee ~~~~ a party in my head that requires waterproof mascara!

In my work, I counsel, listen and engage others’ needs and requests. Some people fill you up with energy and others suck it out like an old, musty vacuum with an extra-long hose. Honesty, clarity and good conversation can take place in a crowd or with a handful of truly wonderful friends and family. These days, the family occasions and small groupings are the parties I prefer. My dream drink of choice is a margarita, even if I only imbibe in my mind. I guess my party animal of choice is the Cookie Monster.

I am that person who must read something before she goes to sleep. The simple joys of bed, books, and cookies bring me more happiness and comfort than the bar scene. Eating, Reading and Sleeping, in no particular order, always make my mind and soul feel loved, pampered, and refreshed. No mascara required.


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