Today I am practicing,
Living in the in-between takes a lot of patience. But there is no such thing as "happily ever after" without some trial and tribulation. Therefore I'm learning to embrace these moments, capture and live them fully. Because soon they will be gone.
I wonder, as . . .
Down the rabbit hole I go
New chapter, new adventure...
These past few months have been like falling down a bottomless rabbit hole, hoping to one day land and start our new life.
My hubby and I moved from New Jersey to New Orleans to work on a movie. We uprooted our lives, he quit his job, and we left our apartment vacant. Our intention to set up . . .
Posted in: my journal
As we blindly march forward
The other day I stumbled across this woman's blog and as I began to read, her words immediately lured me in.
Her perspective, the way she viewed life, felt eerily familiar. To the point she seemed like my replica. Though a bit older she was also a visual artist, loved to write, take photos, was whim driven and extremely . . .
Posted in: life muses
The resistance inside...
I have always felt like the black sheep.
Born to a Moroccan father, raised in a Caucasian family, insanely shy as a child, yet passionately loud when intervening family fights. I could never quite figure out who I was, or who I was meant to be.
But over time I've come to realize that to a certain extent, we are all . . .
Stoking the internal fire
I hated history class as a kid!
Whenever possible I avoided watching period pieces like the plague. I couldn't relate. But as I've gotten older my outlook on history has changed, especially as it links to my fascination for time and moments. It gauges growth and change, and I respect it now as a valuable learning tool.. . .
Posted in: life muses
The beauty in death
I had the strangest reaction to the final episode of 'The Big C'... a television show about a woman dying of cancer.
Besides being a teary eyed mess by the end of the episode, I woke up the next morning still crying!! The thought of her being gone. Leaving behind her teenage son. Her husband. Her brother. Family and loved . . .
The day I crashed my own party!
It fascinates me how one innocent moment in my life. A moment that should have been fun, carefree and joyous, can turn into such a pivotal moment of regret for the rest of my life.
It all started with a simple decision.
A choice that I made when I was maybe 8 or 9 years old, that has clung to my memory like a parasite . . .