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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, November 2, 2009
Buddy and I spent Friday nite outside of Santa Fe, at the home of my friend's new fella. Among other things, the new boyfriend is a gourmet cook. We feasted on roast loin of pork, homemade ravioli stuffed with butternut squash, and salad with cheese and pears. The dessert was pear marinated in some kind of liqueor and a cream sauce to-die-for. 360 degree views of mountains surround his home. It was a peaceful oasis, until Buddy took off and didn't return for about 20 minutes.
We came home fairly early Saturday with no further plans for the day. That night I intended to go folkdancing and then to a coffee shop, where my singing teacher was performing with her Bulgarian band, The Goddess of Arno. But as I cuddled on the couch with a cup of tea, my down comforter, and Buddy nestled beside me, I realized I was exactly where I wanted to be. Home.
I turned off the computer and decided to watch two romantic comedies. Hubby would maybe watch one, but never two. And he almost never misses dancing. There is something wonderful about having no one to answer to but oneself. My feelings of selfishness about having chosen to remain at home rather than take a trip with mom-in-law diminished as the weekend progressed.
Since I'm writing this Sunday morning for publication Monday, I will have attended the writing workshop Sunday afternoon. I'm sure I'll me posting about that quite soon. In the meantime, I am going to repeat something I said earlier last week. If I don't stand up for myself, who will? That lesson is proving to be one of the most valuable lessons I've learned. Even with the little things. Like my brother-in-law the other day. Mom wanted to know what to get their grandson for XMAS, since she's going to be with them for the holiday. I suggested she wait till she gets there and take the boy shopping so he can choose what he wants. When I told that to my brother-in-law he said, "Or, we could send you the XMAS wishlist." Before, I would have said, "Oh, sure." This time I said, "No, it's better for me if you take Mom shopping to get the gift. It's one less thing for me to do." He was fine with it. But even if he wasn't, how else are people to know what is okay and what is not okay if we don't tell them. Duh!
Hope you all had good weekends as well.