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June 2011

building bridges

The Joy of Freedom (redefined)

Over an amazing dinner at a quaint resto in the Tremblant village, 4 ladies intensely discussed the subject of relationships. The platform for the launch of our discussion stemmed from a recent short lived, but particular romance I had with…

building bridges

Without You

were it not for you, I would not know the joy of being who I am I would not know the immense power within me I would not have experienced the palpable sensation of it were it nor for you…


In the Palm of Your Hand

it’s in the palm  of your hand your giant hand that envelopes all of me that’s where I close my eyes to be where I don’t wanna be where I am in that dark moment with my eyes shut I…


Liz Gilbert on Creativity

I remember being 16 years old, with a freshly broken heart, writing a poem on a scrap piece of tracing paper and sketching pencil perched against the subway window in commute rush hour.  I must have looked insane but I…


Lost – David Waggoner

Lost By David Waggoner From Collected Poems 1956-1976 Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it…


A shortcoming,… really?!?!?!

We were coming back down the mountain from our lunchtime run on a warm sunny Monday. Two women were walking in front of us.  “I wish I could wear short shorts like that”, I said to my running buddy as…