Monday, March 31, 2008

Making a memory.....one at a time

Today was one of those "make a memory" days. It wasn't that anything special happened, it wasn't that anything was out of the ordinary. It was just a day that started at about 6am and at 6pm, is now just starting to wind down. Sara, Cash and I had a day out together. We headed over to his eye doctor appointment in Brunswick at 10am, and after being told that everything was aok, his lazy eye has corrected itself, we walked over to Maine Street with a light drizzle of rain, and went to my new favorite store, Morning Glory Natural Foods. Housed in an old gorgeous storefront, wooden floors, curved wood banister leading you to the clothing area upstairs ~ Now this store has everything, and I mean everything. Organic wines, foods of every kind, all the homeopathic oils and potions that Charma has to go to Reno for, books of every variety, organic cotton clothing, and on and on and on. I know that we are getting a new Whole Foods in Reno, but I would take this store over it every day of the week. This place has CHARACTER! It took us almost an hour just to wander through the aisles, Cash tucked into his stroller enjoying all the interaction with all the other happy shoppers. We gathered all our choices and paid for them, and after taking a few pictures in the wine department ~great ideas~ we headed out the door. Back out into the now light snow, we headed on down the cobblestones to a shop that Robert and I had visited at Christmas time. Those of you in my generation will relate to this, but some of you might not remember a true "five & dime" store. Aisle after aisle of treasures, including new clothes...nice ones!... we decided to head downstairs to see what was down there, and the only way to get the stroller down was in an elevator.......where was the elevator???? old wooden stairs down the center of the building, we look and there is the elevator, a BOX of clear Plexiglas, with a small door.......and a "lift" lever. We settled the two of them in, and I headed down the stairs, camera in hand of course.........when we hit the bottom floor our eyes lighted on a toy that Robert had been looking for at all the toy stores in town to no avail......a Fisher Price Popcorn Popper walking toy for Cash, new material for Sara to make cloth bags to take her groceries home in, adorable new kitchen curtains with daises the same color yellow as her old aluminum table, and socks...socks...socks.....BassTahoe style for .99 each! They headed back up the elevator, I on the stairs, and off we went to lunch. Deli Style at the The Big Top, we enjoyed great sandwiches with Cash in the high chair, my how that turns "eating out" back to a pleasurable event with a little one.....there was a little girl, about 13 months I think her Mom said, right next to us, and she and Cash talked and talked together all through lunch. We finished up and headed over to the base to take Travis a sandwich, he was working through lunch to try and get off early to head back home to see Bob to work on their journey across the country planned for this spring, and then we set the car for Freeport and LLBean world. A light snow still falling, we journeyed down the back roads marveling at all the huge old houses, wrapped in white, the true New England experience spread out in front of us in all it's glory. We got to Freeport and hit the Flying Pig Bread Company for some chocolate bread for Travis and Robert's breakfast, then we walked the streets , had a coffee, bought me some great new, stylish I am told by Sara, clothes. We maneuver ourselves through the stores with Cash on Sara's back. Boy, they didn't make backpacks like this for us......his pack even has a rain guard! dry and comfy, he enjoyed the afternoon cruise.

On the way back home we took the scenic route. Cash napping so well in the back that we wanted him to get his full nap out of the way. We stopped in Lewiston on the way home so I could wander through a cathedral that had caught my eye, then on back to the house to gather with the boys. We have cheesecake in the oven, 1950's style because the previous tenants had left an old Betty Crocker cookbook in the cupboard and we decided to try it, taco's for dinner, and oh yeah, gin & tonic on the table beside me. Cash has had his bath and is tucked into his jammies ready for bed, Travis and Robert in the kitchen making dinner.........yeah..............we're "making a memory"

luvyasu.

Friday, March 28, 2008

The Burning

I entered one of our storage buildings last week. It used to be a bunk house for the extra hand that was needed around the farm during hay season, or maybe during calving. Anyway, today it is a storage shed. I know if I spend the time to go thru some of the many boxes scattered around the room that I could get rid of most of what is in there. So I begin.

Along one wall is box after box of Evelyn's things. Time capsules of her high schools years. Well, I can't deal with any of these, Evelyn has to go thru them and decide to keep or toss. And so it went, me circling, opening, peeking, and eventually putting everything back in a little more organized manner.. Until I found a couple of boxes that were in pretty bad shape.

One contained stuffed animals, which will clean up and go to good will.
The other contained paperback books. They had gotten wet, were warped and moldy, a real mess. As I hauled them outside, I thought, I'll just burn the box with the weeds and leaves. So I built a little bonfire.

Now I looked thru the books, mysteries, romance, adventure, nothing worth getting upset over - and they truly were trashed. However, that did not make watching them burn any easier.

My mind flashed back to every story I have ever read or movie seen about book burning over the ages.

First I was hit with waves of sadness. Books do not want to be burned. They hold themselves tight, refusing to let the fire touch their words. Ever so slowly they begin to succumb to the heat, curling up at the ends, getting black and charred around the edges. They do not want to burn. I was not prepared to witness this slow death. I wanted to rush in and rescue them, apologize for lighting the match. What was I thinking?!?!

Instead, I forced myself to stir the fire, breaking open the books, letting the fire get deeper into the words. Entire pages were lifted into the heat-fueled breeze, trying to escape the destruction. Even blackened I could still read the words on the pages, the type was refusing to be obliterated from sight. It looked as if the words had been pressed into those charred remains. Books do not want to be burned.

As I stirred the final embers, creating the last of the flames to consume the last of the pages, I was not prepared for the final feeling that engulfed me.

Freedom. A lightness and freedom surrounded me.

No one had to read these stories anymore. No one had to fill their brain with more words, and images, and thoughts, that were not their own. No more stories, real or imagined.

Was that the "fever" that took over as book burning consumed a nation? No more words, images, thoughts, that are not your own? I was consumed by the freedom of it for days. I did not want to read anything. Or watch tv. I just wanted to witness life first hand. To create my own words, images, thoughts. And it felt good. This book burning freedom.
It felt too good, and I didn't know how to share this feeling because somehow I thought that I shouldn't feel good about it.

So here I am, giving you the words, images and thoughts that are not your own, but are mine.

And it feels good.

And it feels right.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Maple Sugar Days

Each year Mainers celebrate the coming spring with tours of the sugar houses. Travis and I took Cash to Livermore about 30 minutes north of us to the Washburn-Norlands Living History Farm. We've had some weird weather here lately. I think it might be beautiful and maybe even 40 degrees outside if the wind wasn't blowing so hard. We lost shingles from our roof last night! The drive to the farm was nice. It wasn't too far away but far enough to feel like a day-trip somewhere. The farm sits at the end of a very bumpy road that has been freezing and thawing for who knows how long. When we finally crested the last hill we saw the steeple of the meeting house and the ranch behind it. We parked the car near the meeting house and bundled up for the freezing wind. A short walk led us to the main house and barn. Once inside the house we were greeted by volunteers dressed in period (early 19th cent) costume doing chores and preparing our breakfast. We were offered to sit in either a dining room or the big kitchen, both dine "family style". We chose the big kitchen and sat with another couple near the stove. We had pancakes, sausage, and maple syrup all made right there on the farm. Of course, there are no modern appliances on premises. They cooked our cakes on a wood fired stove and I think that made them extra good! After breakfast we walked to the gift shop but didn't find anything we really HAD to have. Next was the barn, the highlight of Travis and Cash's day! The first animal we saw was a giant ox butt! Huge! This thing's behind was taller than me! The picture doesn't do it justice, this thing was massive!











Here is the front version:
Cash really didn't know what to think about this thing. He's never seen anything bigger than Rosie before.










Moving down the line we found a baby cow and her
Mama who liked to give kisses :o)














































Next came this GIGANTIC porker! She must have been close to 700 pounds and full of love! When we turned the corner near her pen she perked up and walked over to us to say hello. We gave her a scratch on the ear and Travis had a little conversation with her. He would snort and she would snort right back at him. Hey were telling secrets :o) And yes, Travis IS growing a mustache, hehehehe














Cash was REALLY weirded out by the pig, as you can see! hehehehe






























































The mustache: we're very proud














Last stop, SHEEP! Covered in poo of course. Cash really liked the sheep. In this picture he is doing his impersonation of the sheep:















This is the library on the farm. The family had 7 children. Out of those seven, five became politicians, all 7 including the 2 girls had baccalaureate's degrees from Bowdoin College which was unheard of at the time and one went on to found Gold Medal Flour. The library houses records from Daniel Webster of the dictionary fame (a close friend of the Washburn's), U.S. Grant, Lincoln, numerous novels published by the children of the family and very old books of all subjects. We didn't get to go in but I'm hoping to return in the summer time to see it! My favorite! The house in the background is the farm house.













We also visited the schoolhouse which is where the previous picture was taken. The single room sat 20 students in desks but also included benches around all walls for up to 40 scholars. We had a lesson in penmanship from Miss Rose. The woman playing Miss Rose fully immersed herself in the time and character. Our class took place on March 22, 1856. We were reprimanded for not sitting up straight, Travis was scolded for not removing his hat, even little Cash spoke out of turn and got a dirty look! It was tons of fun. She ruled our class with a giant stick and wasn't afraid to use it! We learned to write with quill and ink, much harder than I could ever imagine and I was terrible at it! After that we headed home. It was a great day and I can't wait to return to the farm in the summer. I'm sure it is absolutely stunning in all its green glory.

Finally, here is Cash playing under the table. He is quite the explorer these days:

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

My quote for today, everyday.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. Ralph Waldo Emerson


I see this quote on a band of silver that wraps my wrist. Some days as I read it, it whirls around inside my head like the leaves caught in a storm, and on others it just ever so briefly fills me with a little joy, a vision of hummingbirds on my summer perennials outside. Over the last four years since it was given to me I have thought many many times on why this quote is so profound in my eyes. At different times of course it affects me in different ways, but the thoughts that always are there are this: It seems so simple, and yet it is so easy to lose sight of it sometimes. It really doesn't matter what yesterday brought. It is gone and there is no going back, and we can neither predict nor change what is going to happen tomorrow. But these same points of history and future are what makes us who we are inside. What lies within us is brought on by the strength of how we handled the past, and by the visions we have for our future. Some days it may mean simply to just get through the day, and that’s ok! Some days it will mean taking those lessons of the past and using those as blocks of foundation to create a masterpiece. What lies within us.........................all the hopes and dreams for the future, all the love and history of the past. What lies within us is us. Beautiful women to be sure.

Tomorrow, as we celebrate the Vernal Equinox, I hope that every one of us near and far can take the time to put our "within us" thoughts to paper. What do we really really want with our lives.........and how can we use the power of "what lies within us" to make it happen. Near and far, under the full moon of March, the balance point of day and night, let us find our own balance. I wish you all a Happy Spring, filled with love, light and laughter. luvyaSu.

Monday, March 17, 2008

King Corn : Around The Community

I saw this today and thought it might be of interest interest: http://www.unr.edu/events/default.asp?id=13390

Mothers ~ Daughters ~ Sisters

We settle into the car for the drive to Reno, Mike's Mom Jan and Shelley in the front seat, me in the back...we were on our way to a big day in the life of the future Mrs. Shelley Ferguson-Kelly. It is lightly snowing as we head out of town, but the sun is peaking through the clouds. We arrived at the rendezvous location for lunch with everyone, Dandelion Cafe', and saw the "Closed on Sat/Sun" sign posted on the door. So we waited for everyone else to arrive and then headed a few blocks over to PJ's instead. By the time we were seated we are now 8. Shelley, her Mom Wendy, sister Amanda, future sister-in-law Lauren, future sister-in-law Toby, her daughter 8year old Kayla and myself. We had a great lunch, with incredible carrot cake, thanks to Amanda who thought to ask "do you guys have any dessert?", and fueled up and satisfied we headed off for Shelley's scheduled appointment at David's Bridal.

We walked in the door and the fairy tale feelings start to take hold. The dresses in the window have everyone ohhhh and ahhhhhing, and we settle in while Shelley and Wendy go over to the desk to check in. They look through the choices that she had made online and also their large catalog to see if there are others that she would like to start with, and then they assign us a 'Bridal Consultant'. We head for the shoe department, first stop before dresses, so that she can pick out the heel height of what she will be wearing. All of us have our comments to assist her........'remember it is going to be in grass', ' you don't want a spiky heel do you', 'those don't look very comfortable' , 'are you sure you don't just want flip flops' and Shelley takes it all in stride, she has already made up her mind, but let's us all join in......and manages to keep a smile the whole time.
Into the dressing room she goes, Wendy assisting her, while the rest of us settle into the most incredibly comfortable seats and ottomans that they have for you. No need to worry about us having so many people, seems like the other two women trying on dresses have as many people with them, if not more.

And then ..................out she steps from the dressing room, up onto the platform....and a princess is born. Wow...........most of us have either had the amazingly wonderful feeling of either being with someone who is wedding dress shopping, or actually being the Mother of the Bride. It still does not prepare you for when someone you love with all your heart walks out from behind the door and steps up onto the platform with a dress that holds all the promise of the future. I gaze at her and see the same young woman that walked through 8th grade graduation arm and arm with my Sara, the same young woman that kept me calm without even knowing it, when storms surrounded me at different times in my life, the same young woman that giggled half the night away down the hall, the same young woman that accompanied me to the most incredible concert I think I have ever been too, and yes, the same young woman that will now marry the young man that I have had the pleasure of watching mature also. She is BEAUTIFUL!!!!! But this is just the first dress...............we all agree that she looks absolutely beautiful, but the dress is to large, they didn't have it in her size, and off she goes behind door # 32 to try on another. The second one is also amazing, but it is not right in her eyes, and she goes back in for the third............this is where the WOW moment happened. Out she steps, and all 7 of us in unison "Oh My!!! That's IT" "Do you love it?", "It makes your skin look like you are a porcelain doll", "I can't believe how beautiful you are" (well, yes we can, but the words have to be spoken so she realizes it with all her heart), "What do you call that color?" we ask Sierra, our consultant, and the color is Champagne! Bubbly filled with enthusiasm and just the right amount of elegance and spark ~ Just like Shelley! The dress is covered in beads of silver and taupe and a silky bow gathers it all in the back. Next comes the veil and tiara, and we all prance around her like the fairy maiden assistants we are, she is overwhelmingly beautiful. Everyone agrees, this is the dress..........we all love it, but that is only a very small part of what is important as you all know.............Shelley loves it........and that is the key. She is glowing. Shelley, our slightly shy and reserved on the outside, incredibly vivacious ~ funny ~ loving ~ intelligent ~ sparkly~ sincere ~ women on the inside, has found her dress. She places the shoes she has chosen on to see how the heel works, and then we all just stand in awe. Camera's snapping, total strangers commenting how beautiful she looks, we are comparing the color swatches that Amanda has been creatively designing her invitations with alongside to see if they match well, yes..........it is another ahhhhh moment. Looking back now I see us as the birds that swirl around the princess in the Disney movies, tying the bow, fixing her hair, primping ~ primping ~ primping.
But it is back to the room..................We all want her to be absolutely sure that this is the right dress. Or, I guess you could also say that we are having such a good time that we don't want her to stop. She tries on a couple more, we are now only going for the champagne or gold colors, but only one has the honor of a possible "2nd Choice". So we all pipe up, ok, let's see the favorite again now. Amanda and Wendy are both in the room by this point, and out she steps in the "1st Choice" again. Yep, we are sure, are you sure Shelley? and she agrees. It feels wonderful, it just feels right............................the phone rings.........I am looking all around thinking "who's phone is that". It is Shelley's hanging in her coat on the back of the chair I am sitting in. We don't get it in time, and the message reads, Missed Mike, then the other phone rings, Jan answers, by now I am up taking more pics, and Jan says, "It is Mike, and he says he has something really important to tell you" She takes the phone from Jan, and withing seconds her face lights up, slight tears in her eyes.........."I've been accepted" to grad school...the letter that is supposed to arrive in mid-April is in Mike's hands. More pics, more hugs, more congratulations all around.......
It was a magical day. The dress is now tucked away in Amanda's closet ~ far from any prying eyes. I won't be posting pics of the actual dress here, don't really know who might be peaking. But I will forward them to Sara to post on the girls blog.
It was a day filled with Mother's ~ Sister's & Daughters. It was a day of magic. And I thank you Shelley, with all my heart, for letting me be a part of it. luvyasu.




Sunday, March 16, 2008

Ladies - Pay Attention To Self Talk!!!!

I hope this doesn't freak anyone out but my husband has always told me I am a hot & sexy chick.. For the entire 30 plus years of our marriage.


However, my "SELF TALK" has NOT been "I am hot & sexy", if it had, I wonder where I would be today.


When did it all start? Was it the comment I overhear my Aunt Grace make to my mom when I am about 5? - "Every one in the family has an overweight child. Looks like Charmaine will be yours." Was it the comment my dad made when I was in grade school - "Charmaine has the legs of a linebacker, too bad she can't play football." Or maybe it was the school nurse - "She's not fat, she's just big boned."


All of these were little worms that wiggled their way into my brain and began the self talk that has continued. Until today.


But I go forward too quickly. Let's go back. My husband says, You are so good looking. I think - I am fat, not good looking. He mentions a time when I was in college, about the time we first started dating. My mind tells me I was dieting, it recalls a picture where I have "rolls" of fat on my tummy while I am brushing my teeth in bra & undies (roommate pics) Or maybe he mentions how sexy I was after Genevieve was born. My mind tells me how much weight I gained during that pregnancy and how long it took to get back into shape. Or he talks about how much fun we had snorkeling in Bermuda. My mind tells me how hard I dieted to go on that trip.


Today Butch and I got out all our photo albums. I look at my childhood pictures and see a normal kid. Not overweight as my mind has told me year after year. That picture of me brushing my teeth in college. OH MY GOD, am I hot!!! Not a tummy roll to be seen. And the mother who is struggling to lose weight after the first child.?? She is a sexy chick! Who would have known??? All these years I have been telling myself how fat I am, how much I struggle to lose weight, when the entire time I "thought" I was fat, I wasn't...


I pulled out a picture of my best friend and I - taken a year after Genevieve was born and after my friend had her third child. I start asking her how she thought she looked then. We both agreed that we were overweight, struggling to get into shape. I pulled out the picture. We are both in bathing suits at Lahontan. It is stunning to see the reality of how GREAT we looked.


My point here is to be aware of those voices in your head. Be aware of what you are saying to yourself day in and day out. Reality is seldom a part of that voice. Start today by giving your self the "self talk" that will help you reach your goals, your dreams. You are an incredible woman. You can do anything. You have the power to accomplish your goals and today is the perfect day to do it. One step at a time.


Feel good about your accomplishments. You can replace any bad habits with good healthy habits. You can create a better future for yourself, and those you love.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Reading

A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched threefold. --Henry Miller

Read any good books worth passing on??

I am reading Eckert Tolle's A New Earth. It fits where I am right now.

But I am ready for some lighter fair. Or maybe I need a heavier one.
I am open for suggestions.

Love and laughter to you.
cc

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Angry, Hopeful, and Willing

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I am worth to the world. Of course we believe that we are all divine creatures and we all have so much worth but is that really the case. Stepping back and looking globally and viewing the big picture makes me really wonder. In actuality most of us are merely waiting to die. We are raising children in front of televisions, carting them off to day care, school, summer camp. Supposedly getting them away from us and into the hands of people we don’t even know will give them the tools they need to “succeed”. We work long hours, throw ourselves completely into what we think will eventually pay off so that we can enjoy the “remainder of our years” which can be as few as 5 for many of us. We invest in bad food, bad comedy, entertainment that starves the brain instead of fuel it. We read books written by people we deem smarter than us simply for being paid for what they write and are therefore able to teach us something when in all actuality it is usually nothing more than common sense that we lost when our parents carted us off to the day care, schools, or sat us in front of the television designed to make us universally appealing to the masses. The purchase of “self help” books has increased 300% in the past 15 years! 300%!!! These books don’t tell you ANYTHING you don’t already know! What are we looking to confirm for ourselves? We’ve turned ourselves into what we think the rest of society wants us to be. We go to work, make money, buy things. I’ve never really understood why. For as long as I can remember I’ve watched people get into their cars and drive to work for most of their day and not get anything back in return except for money. What good is that? I’ve never really understood it. We buy our used sub-compacts, 2000 square foot homes, enjoy dining and dancing (unless you live in Fallon :o) ), entertain guests, and use up 42% of the worlds resources. That’s right, 6% of the world’s population uses up 42% of the world’s resources. Hmmmm. Seems to me we are a parasite. So that makes me wonder why I’m feeding into this idea of the “American Dream” where we work and work and work for a few years and make enough money to stop working and enjoy the fruits of our labor, i.e. travel, expensive homes, new cars, expensive hobbies, oh yeah, and maybe we’ll donate some blood, give a few dollars to the homeless, or participate in a little bit of charity work; really to just give ourselves a little pat on the back or clear our subliminal conscience for all the waste we produce. Years ago, National Geographic (my Mom has been subscribing and saving these magazines since 1990) did an article on the global impact of humans and what would happen if we were destroyed. It’s really sickening to see that all of our “progress” has led to the destruction of the world. I vividly remember seeing artificially constructed pictures of what New York, Los Angeles, Paris, London, looked like before we started reproducing like mice 200 years ago. I felt sorry for what we have turned it into. Remember what your Mom always said, “Always leave it cleaner than you found it.” We haven’t done that. I know there is a huge “green” movement which has done a lot of good in the past few years but I really don’t think that it is addressing the root of the problem. Why have we been tricked into believing that consuming goods will make us happy? You may be thinking to yourself, ‘Yeah, whatever Sara. This is just the way life is. If I don’t work I can’t pay my bills, feed my children, make rent.’ but is that really the way it is or are we just not trying hard enough? Go ahead and call me a hypocrite here because I am well aware of where I stand and I will be the first to tell you that my lifestyle does not live up to what I want it to, but I’m trying. Every day I am trying to make it better. Did the rest of you who have passed on genes feel this way? Did you have an uncontrollable urge to totally change the world out of fear of what you would leave behind? I’ve always been raised to care about everything. I come from one of the most empathetic group of people to ever call themselves a family and I guess the hippie earth child genes do pass down to offspring :o) I just never really felt this scared of everything around me as I do now. Every day I look around my house and think of what I can do to make it better. When I look around I see stuff. Stuff that I do not need, use, appreciate, or care about. Why do I have it? I am a minimalist at heart yet I have all this CRAP! I am not a better person for having it and it doesn’t add to my life whatsoever. Yeah, you are all telling me I could just purge and it would make me happier. I’ve done that and the problem is that I can’t possibly purge enough. The things that are supposed to make me happy don’t anymore. I don’t care about the latest crap to buy or style to buy in to. This just isn’t living for me anymore. If it’s “living” for you, more power to you. Be happy, that’s what life’s about. I’ve just realized that everything that makes me happy is sitting right next to me. I have everything I need to live a life I’m proud of right here. I don’t need anything. I no longer want to believe that new clothes, new car, new furniture, new audio visual stimulation, new new new new new will make me happy. I’m just over it. It’s time for me to get back to life and stop taking. I want to turn my life into a legacy of giving. I’ve been given so much and it’s not mine to take. My goal for ten years from now is for all of you to be able to think of me and say, "Wow, she really did it."

Monday, March 10, 2008

Help us fight MS

Travis, Cash and I will be participating in walkMS, an event that raises funds to support MS research. With 200 people diagnosed with MS every day, usually falling in the 20-50 age range, this is a problem any of us could potentially face. Please consider making a donation to "Team Thompson" to support our fund raising efforts. By donating to the National MS society you’ll know your contribution is helping to fund cutting-edge research, drive change through advocacy, facilitate professional education, and provide programs and services to help people with MS and their families move their lives forward.

Link to our page:

Team Thompson

Sunday, March 9, 2008

My dear friend Lauren just got her website up and running and I wanted to share it with you. She has really blossomed into a great artist. Check out her work... (My fav are her sketches:

web.mac.com/lauren.glick

Friday, March 7, 2008

Brody March 5




Mom and I got to visit Riana, our newest Mother, and Brody on Weds.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Sweet Quote

Hi all,
On my quest to find inspiration to keep me motivated to be a better person, I found this website where I signed up for their free ezines. I've gotten two of them so far and WOW, great stuff. Here's the site: http://www.yoursuccessstore.com/
One of the ezines had a bunch of great quotes. Here is one of my favorites:

"An idealist believes the short run doesn't count. A cynic believes the long run doesn't matter. A realist believes that what is done or left undone in the short run determines the long run." Syndey J. Harris

Thinking about this in terms of every aspect of your life is quite staggering. I've been meditating on it. Inpiring for sure!
Love you,
Genevieve