this is living

lost in my head.
lights goes off, bells rings.
i look to the sky.
buildings smile down on me.
i reply in kind.
suddenly a new refrain resounds:
this is not vacation...this is living.
unusual yes. as i zip from one burrough
to the next.
i remember, pleasantly --
i live here.
this is not vacation...this is living.
365 days have passed.
unexpectedly i'm reminded
this city of metal and stone
is my home.
these noises are my noises
this polluted air, my air.
lights go off, bells ring.
this is not vacation, this is living.
a journey never before imagined
where devils and angels reside together.
where the homeless and the rich
pass by effortlessly.
where time passes at record speed.
this is not vacation, this is living.
i saunter down the sidewalk once more.
i look to the left, the right
and continue on...for the 365th time.
this is not vacation, this is living.

sweet inspiration

oh, sweet inspiration: thinkgirl.net... more later, including their chocolate v treats...

staring blanks

i sit still. staring blanks as whirlwinds fester.
slowly repetitive motion softens hard edges
and beat up visage. sedate, exhausted --
a white light appears.
your eyes, your smile,
your hands reach me. comfort me.
and peace returns.

mamma mia

007, mr. darcy, magnificent meryl and the classic music of abba -- how can this movie be anything but marvelous?!

i don't know about you, but i will most assuredly be singing dancing queen for the next two weeks and quite possibly driving my coworkers insane, my neighbors up the wall and my boyfriend bazerk with gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...while really just begging with song to have my man (in my arms), period!

and i have to admit...this abba love-fest may surface some fabulous flashbacks to muriel's wedding. so all i ask is: mamma mia, just make me laugh and imagine being on a greecian island with hot men and song and dance...and i'll feel like i got my money's worth.

a conversation

every now and then, or perhaps (more optimistically) only once in your life, you may find yourself in a workplace that doesn't fit. it doesn't really matter why, but being aware of your rights never hurt anyone.

unfortunately, if you find yourself in new york during this experience, your rights are limited. nonetheless, check it out. do a little research and have a quick civics lesson on what support our government offers employees. you may find it interesting, ridiculously insufficient or have no opinion at all.

it's your turn to be the judge and take appropriate action.


http://www.labor.state.ny.us/


http://www.oag.state.ny.us/labor/fired.html

therapy for the soul

i'm not sure what's more therapeutic...simply being on weekend or doing specific things during the weekend. i was pondering this thought a few hours ago as i potted my new herb garden. a promised appointment of sweet bliss made to myself when j so pleasantly found himself with a job in nyc. what is a home without greenery, right?


as i smiled, sung and quite possibly scared my neighbors with my happiness, i wondered how is it that i'm so happy today -- when most days leading up to this one often feel miserably close to hell on earth.


let's start with what i did on this unusually pleasant day: i woke up earlier than i wanted. i ran in the sunny heat. i bought groceries at the farmers market and the before mentioned herbs. i made a trek to the coop and bought more groceries. i talked excessively to family (but truly to my heart's content). i organized files without a lick of alcohol. i even heard $6.20 worth of j-man's voice which equals 3 minutes and 50 seconds if you're wondering. of course, there were a few more things like the natural acts of a body...but who really needs to hear about peeing, sweating and farting, right? hahaha...except anyone who knows me knows how much i love to talk about these things.


so back to the ponder of the moment about being so happy. all of today's events culminated in this one moment of bliss, growth, achievement and allowance...buying plants and potting them -- a total splurge. a spending of a few bucks that means i'm in the process of setting down a few roots. transportable roots -- pots still move from place to place -- but roots nonetheless, that represent a short term stationary status. a sign that i'm okay saying this is home. i'm willing to make it just a bit cozier, a slightly warmer and more fragrant haven. and this, with my productiveness, is a big step in getting through the hellish days that drown me during the week.


so we're still left with the question of weekend or activities? for me at this moment, i think it has to be the activities of the day. they were activities that bring peace to my body and happiness to my heart. i must capture this feeling. keep it safe and share it with others who can benefit from its powerful magic.


and here's an organization to inspire: pan-mass challenge

a day of surprises

every now and then beautiful things happen. unexpected things. like shooting for radio interviews and getting book mentions, shooting for a product mention and getting a column opportunity. after a hectic, stressful day, these wonderful happenings sealed my day with another kiss. and the excitement i heard from my client's voice was all i needed to hear to once again realize...it may be a little bit of luck, but it's also a little bit of know-how. no matter how much certain people try to beat me down, i will stay standing, strong and tall with internal steel and external french kisses.

what a feeling

the early morning greeted me with a sweet kiss. a burst of energy, a sense of hope and a new resilience. may it last through the day.

airplay partners with big brother

paris with a view

it may not have been the seine, but the view of sacre coeur was unbelievable as we climbed the steps of parc des buttes-chaumont.

a person so full of energy, light, beauty stood by my side. the sun radiated through the blue sky and a cool breeze whipped around us. there was an unbelievable feeling of love and lust beating at my heart as the pulse of the city grew stronger, the view more vivid and his hand held mine.
















During the 1860s, Baron Haussmann converted this hilly site from a garbage dump and quarry -- with gallows at its foot -- into beautiful English-style gardens, replete with a lake and man-made island, a Roman-style temple, waterfall, streams, and footbridges. Today, in summer, visitors will also find boating facilities, donkey rides, and sun worshipers on the beautifully kept lawns.Location: rue Manin, rue de Crimée. Hours: 8am-6pm daily. Métro: Botzaris, Buttes-Chaumont.

in my lover's arms

this is me in 30 hours: