Pray Harder

Jul 15, 2005 | Uncategorized

UPDATE: I  know I promised resurrection in three days.  It’s turning out to be
more like three weeks.  Evidently, dear reader, you haven’t been
praying hard enough to spring me from Purgatory.  What’s that you
say?  You didn’t realize I had so many sins to atone for? 
Hmmph! You have no idea.

Repeat after me: Moving is the Devil!
Let
me just say, in case it has been missed or overlooked, I hate moving.
Getting a new space, a fresh start, a clean canvas–all highly
overrated.  There is no such thing as a painless move.  No
such thing as a move going without a hitch.  No such thing as a
competent moving company.  My only advice regarding moving is
this: Don’t.  

Moving isn’t even good blog
fodder.  Not now, not three weeks ago.  Oh the trauma. 
I’m trying very hard to forget all the drama–no need to rehash it all
here.  Besides, every time I think we are past it, one of us will
have a flashback.  A random box propped in the corner will trigger
a meltdown, "Where the heck did I pack the shower curtain?" Unpacking
boxes is NOT like Christmas.  I know damn well what’s in these
boxes–I packed  them. No surprise there!  So, explain to me
why I still can’t find a stupid shower curtain?  And whose idea
was it exactly to move in the first place? 


But here we are.  And we are making some progress.   We
will be totally out of boxes soon and onto painting.  We
hope.  We think.  We pray.

Pray harder.

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Friday Cat Blogging

Jul 1, 2005 | Uncategorized


This is the newest addition to our little family. 
Finally… another Girl in the house.

I wish I had a better picture–but "Snickers" has yet to learn to pose. 
Unlike the kid.

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In But Not Out

Jun 30, 2005 | This Life

Well, we are in the new house. But far, far from being out of boxes. I’m sure the world is just dying to read the details of our move. (uh, dear reader, you recognize sarcasm when you read
it. Right?) But, I’m not really motivated to do much of anything besides sleep–and sadly, even that is not on the agenda. I’m so sleep deprived that anything I write at the moment would just be gibberish. (I know what you are thinking, dear reader, “this is different from usual, how?” I recognize sarcasm too, you know!)

Anyhow, as highly entertaining of a prospect that might sound–I’m going to defer until after the fourth to write about all amazing adventures in Dante’s Inferno.

PS. The heretics on level six say “Hi!”

Move On

Jun 26, 2005 | This Life

I’m on the move. As of today–I’m no longer a Californian. Ok, I’m still a Californian. I just won’t be living here any longer.

Saying Goodbye

Jun 24, 2005 | This Life


The universe is a strange place. Sometimes chaotic. Full of change and ambiguity. More questions than answers. You run around frantically picking up the bits of debris that is your life.
Little bits of fluff that resemble more the dust that gathers on cobwebs in the unreachable corners of your world than the years and decades they truly are.

Sometimes the universe is magically peaceful. Somehow in the midst of all the turbulence you call your life you find a subtle sort of meditation in listening to the voices around you. The wind captures you and sends you sailing into your future–it all unfolds before you and you
have this deep sense of belonging. Yes, there is a reason I am here. I am loved.

But always, always the universe is handing you the very things you need. If you pay attention—it’s all right there. That’s the trick, isn’t it? Seeing what is in front of you. All the abundance you can imagine, even in the midst of trauma and grief. Sometimes, you need a friend to point it out. A
friend to see you for who you truly are and are called to be. A friend to walk with you in the darkness, to be the light when you are blinded by your own life, your own chaos, your own doubt. A friend who shares her darkest secrets and trusts you with debris in her life. A friend who knows the meaning of grace.

And the universe likes to provide those as well– graceful friends who remind you that you are deeply blessed just to be. I will be eternally grateful to an abundant universe for giving me Becca.
Thank you. Both of you.

Now, If I Could Only Sleep

Jun 23, 2005 | This Life

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): I’ve known more than a few people who have slept with things they consider power objects: a teenager who liked to cuddle with the trophy he won for bowling a perfect game, for example, and a macho dude who was never without his stuffed turtle from childhood, and a woman who worshiped a special rock she had been sitting next to when she had the revelation that changed her life. I mention these precedents, Pisces, in the hope that it will help you feel utterly uninhibited about going to bed with a certain good luck charm or mojo-drenched fetish. I assure you there will be some magic in doing so.

–The one upside of sleeping with my computer–it’s handy when I can’t sleep at 2 in the morning. Nothing like a little insomnia to accompany the move.