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Love is a Beautiful Thing

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Looking back in a haze of nostalgia, I suspect that love is an extraordinary happening clothed in the every day, a wily thing that springs its tricks and slaps its knee in delight at coupled pratfalls. I'd love to greet it, "Ciao bella!" the moment it turns the corner, sticks out its foot and trips me up, making me exclaim with surprise over the skinning of my knee, the one that's puffed and swollen, and the capture of my heart, the heart so deeply buried that I didn't know it could be found. I'd love to serenade love with a song whose lyrics hum a pure note of truth as Rumi did when he gathered opposites in his hands and noted he became fierce like a lion and tender like the evening star when love dribbled warm and moist in the tender little cracks of his soul. I know he was talking about God, but love in its varied forms is my god. I'd sure as hell prefer to quote Rumi and say, "I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing," rather th

Dwelling

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There's painting going on at my house. Not the kind I usually do. In fact, I'm not the one painting. There are professionals at work here, or will be when the sun comes up, painting the exterior of my house in a nice, understated gray with just a hint of brown for the body and darker related colors for trim and the front door. It's funny when I think of it. I've been told that my upcoming trip to Egypt for a writing seminar and initiation into spiritual mysteries will be transformative. I will undergo metamorphosis. And here I am, transforming the place where my body dwells. I'm getting ready to shed my outer skin. In just over a year, I've replaced all the carpet, painted all the rooms with carpet, gutted two bathrooms and rebuilt them from the ground up. Not to mention gutting my savings account. I've ordered cabinet knobs and pulls for the kitchen and the two bathrooms that don't have cabinet "jewelry." The carriage lights I ord

Once in a Blue Moon

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Once in a while, once in a so to speak, the stars align just perfectly and Heaven smiles down upon you with an ear to ear grin and bestows upon you get the opportunity you never thought you'd get. There on those slender branches reaching for the sky outside the upper floor window just beyond the monitor right there on those rain-kissed branches whose leaves hold onto droplets that sparkle like diamonds, you discover that your little friend has come to call. And miracle of miracles, he allows you to reach out and grab the camera sitting next to you. . . . not only that, he waits for you to focus even though he's wondering why you're such a fumble-fingers. When you're ready he shivers and his feathers fluff just the tiniest bit, so you can see all the glorious colors on his back. Then he turns and looks over his shoulder as if to say, "Are you watching?" and flutters his wings so fast the camera's focus can't keep up just to show off

Self Portrait Wednesday

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It's been a while since I posted a self-portrait on Wednesday in the tradition started by Misty Mawn. Is anyone still playing along? I hope so. These "self-portrait" posts, difficult as they are at first because you're exposing yourself to strangers, are just marvelous. I just love reading these posts on other people's blogs. They're so telling, so revealing. The pictures show us one way of looking at you. The words tell us who you think you are, what you think about whatever it is you're thinking about, what emotions bubble to the surface when you're unguarded. But I also think that in a very significant way, all of my posts are self-portraits because they give you a glimpse of how the world looks through my eyes, what seems worthy of mentioning, where a stray thought leads me as I meander in my mind. Yours reveal yourself in the same way. I hope my posts also give you a hint of my humor and show me in all my glory. But if not. . . well, her

Impressions of Baja, Mexico

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Some things captured my imagination in our foray to the tip of the Baja peninsula. Here's a visual essay of photos that begged me to take them. "Sun and Shadows" "Reach for the Sky" "Along the Highway" "Something for Rebecca" "The Sound of the Sea" "A Riot of Color" "Double Cross" "Muertos" "Super Saturated" Everywhere I looked, color called out to me. Not at all shy. Rarely subtle. A fiesta of color that oozes into your blood and awakens the artist's soul.

Tequila Sunrise

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As promised, I'm going to fill you in on our great find in Todos Santos. It's an amazing little restaurant right across the street from The Hotel California. We'd been tipped off by a shopkeeper that it was "the" place to eat butI have to say that when I saw the sign on the wall "Tequila Sunrise whit the exquisite and authentic mexican cuisine flavor," I was a little skeptical. Ooooh, was I in for a surprise. First of all, it's colorful. Fun. Casual, warm and friendly. As you can tell from the backlighting, it's open to the street but there are ceiling fans to keep the air circulating. There were flat screen tv's tuned that day (09-09-09) to the U.S. Open Men's match going on. Every table was filled, I think. Quite a statement to fill the tables to capacity at lunch in a sleepy little town. There's a bar where the margaritas are mixed from scratch prior to being whisked to tables and of course the colorful sign advertising

Todos Santos and Hotel California

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After being disappointed with Cabo San Lucas, a place with unbelievably tacky tourist shops and time share salesmen that were apparently trained at Guantanamo, we headed down to the marina on Tuesday and got two car rental offices engaged in a bidding war to rent us a mid-size car so we could head up the coast to Todos Santos. We'd been led to believe that Todos Santos was a treasure trove of galleries and home to the Hotel California of Eagles song fame. Well, not quite. There were a couple of galleries in town (one was even open) and a bunch of shops, filled with folk art and glassware, catering to tourists. There were some pretty things and even some pretty racy things (like shot glasses that were X rated) and a whole lot of ho-hum things. It was clear that departed artist Frida Kahlo is a heroine to the Mexican people because we saw more of her (and that rascal Diego to some extent) than we did the Virgin Mary. And there IS a Hotel California, an establishment with a

Success!

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One new and newly configured computer with a photo card reader later and I can show you some pictures from the Baja Peninsula. The first day, of course, we slathered ourselves with SPF 30 and let our feet take us to the pool with the swim-up bar. I, being the whitest girl on any beach, tried to position myself in the shade. But Adrienne got right into the swim of things and so did Sarah. And after a Margarita at the swim-up bar and a dip in the saltwater pool we all settled in to read while enjoying the sound of waves crashing on the beach. You can see my first selection - "The 19th Wife." And I was ever so proud of myself for not getting sunburned. What I didn't know is that a new medication was making me sunlight-sensitive and I ended up with a beet-red rash and allergy-induced hives all over my back and chest. It itched like crazy. Thank goodness for Benadryl! So Sarah and Adrienne swam and suntanned every day and I learned to love the view from our shad

Feeling Like a Dummy

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Do you ever feel like a total dummy? My friends, I'm either a total dummy OR there really is something to this "Mercury Retrograde Messes Up Computers and Electronics" stuff. There are over 800 photos in my nifty little travel camera. The one that only weighs 17 ounces yet has a zoom telephoto 624 mm lens. Shots of Mexico. Locked up tight. I can't get them to upload. The computer screen tells me that the device is either disconnected (not according to all known definitions) or busy. Busy. Not doing anything. Argggghhhhhhhh! I'm sure you'll see my pictures of Mexico sometime. When Mercury shapes up. But not today.

Wistful

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Sometimes I get wistful. Thinking about simple things like the downy softness of baby hair nestled in the crook of my elbow as the rocking chair gently creaked. The moment when the sun peeks through on a cloudy morning. The feeling of accomplishment when the sugar carmelizes perfectly brown and crackly on top of the creme brulée. The intimacy of quiet moments requiring no words between lovers because love forms a soft cloud of understanding, acceptance, just so-ness. Simple things. Full of such richness. The little gift of everyday miracles, so sweet to remember. But the wistfulness melts away when I realize the next miracle is just around the corner, about to come in to view, if only I'm paying attention.

Fathomless Mystery

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"Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, " A Tiny Bit of Chihuly" - photo copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian. because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace." - Frederick Buechner How much richer life is if you give thanks for the mystery and grace. Thank you all for being in my life in this amazing e-way, for inviting me to share your thought life, for sharing in mine.

Bits and Pieces

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In case you hadn't gathered, I'm drawn in so many ways to mixed media art. "Memories in Bits and Pieces" - copyright 2007 Meri Arnett-Kremian. I love studying mixed media pieces to see what new tricks I can learn. I relish collecting pieces that speak to my heart. I'm drawn to putting little bits and pieces together in ways that no one ever dreamed they'd be combined, until the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and the bits and pieces are unified. Collage is a life metaphor, in my worldview. Myriad scraps can be combined in limitless ways, each one unique. A paper fragment a splash of paint just a touch of metal leaf, something for texture, all integrate to form a new unity. In collage, you play with possibilities until you find the exact arrangement that speaks to your soul. "Dreaming of Immortality" copyright 2007 Meri Arnett-Kremian. In life, you take the experiences you're dealt and create meaning, overlooking the jagged