Halloweenie Baby --The Birthday That Always Comes Back to Haunt You !
A collage made by me for a contest .Handcut from magazines, copies of personal photos, catalogs, old birthday cards.
Lost In Translation --It's back! Huzzah!
After a brief break , they've come back to my inbox :
Newsletter di novembre--
Gentile Signora April J,
Su La Cucina Italiana di questo mese i piatti per degustarli al meglio. E poi due nuove rubriche: una che insegna a fare il pane in casa, l' altra che ha come protagonista la birra e i suoi abbinamenti. Continua la scuola di pasticceria con i dolci a base di cioccolato, mentre i più piccoli potranno divertirsi a preparare quelli per la festa di Halloween.
Buona lettura
Ugh. I'm Not Sad , I'm Not Happy and I'm Not Dead.
I'm in the middle of self evolution.
I'm not who I was , but not who I'm gonna be either.
Suspended in jello ? Sounds too tasty.
Suspended animation ?
That sounds so very Star Wars...
Slo Mo ?
Naw that sounds like a commercial ( you know juicy looking fruit slices tossed through the air )...
I'm in a conundrum .
What's next for me ? I am no longer in deep grief and yet I am not fully in this new life either.
I am a fairly positive person by nature ,and am feeling a bit lost these past few weeks -months -years .
I'm trying to figure out where the wings are taking me.
Unwritten --Natasha Bedingfield says it all so well.
"Unwritten"
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
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You'll recognize this in the US and Canada
as a shampoo commercial song.
Made me want to buy the CD, not the shampoo!
It Was Already Like That When I Got Here
We arrived in New England last year on Oct 29th.
The main leaf changing season was already over.
The vistas were still lovely , but we had missed the magical transformation part of the season.
This year we get to see it from the get-go.
Everyday a few more leaves are turning and falling in a pre-programmed ancient ritual that we are enjoying from front row and center seats .
I'd have to say that since I'm an October baby , I've always favored Fall .
I have too many allergies to enjoy Spring fully, Summer is too dang hot , and Winter loses it's luster by mid- January usually.I mean how many oohs and aahs can you muster up for the umpteenth snow pile up .
Not that my homemade hot cocoa doesn't make winter much more palatable for several more weeks until the craving for sunshine and tulips takes precedence .
As a kid I lived in several non-linear season countries , and once the exotic warm beach Christmas wore off I was left with the longing for crunchy leaves and crisp air .
When I lived in the Alps, I thought I'd hit the jackpot.
Every season was more beautiful than the next .
To this day when I smell wood smoke , I see myself walking in thick snow boots on the cobblestone streets of an Alpine village with my baby and husband in tow .
We are all sporting glowing pink cheeks and the white mountains frame our every step.
Flash forward to when we lived in WV in the early-mid 90's and dealt with several blizzards.
Not as scenic as snow bound in the Alps, but at least we never lost power and the family got to spend a day or two more together than usual since the roads were not immediately plowed.
Gulf coast Texas winters were different again.I loved the fact that roses bloomed year round , but wearing summer clothes in December was weird for me.
It snowed there on Christmas eve day in 2004 , snow on the palms was a rare sight for sure.
Last winter was a shock to the system , lots of snow, dark days and bitter cold .Locals told us that was a mild winter compared to normal...
I intend to enjoy every nuance of this season , because time has a way of passing very fast to spite you when you are trying to savor the moments.
