One of my favorite photos...

I took this in 2008, at my friend Shloka's wedding on Pine Mountain in Tucson, Arizona. Shloka wore these amazing vintage gold slippers from India. Her friends threw flower petals on the pine needles where she stood during the ceremony. She wore a gorgeous dress (that she made), and married her lovely man. This photo makes me happy. I have no idea where they are now. Probably in India somewhere. Amazing how people pass in and out of our lives. I lost track of them over the years, but I have this photo from their special day in a beautiful vintage frame in my house. Kind of odd, I know, but the beauty overwhelms me....the pine cones, the colorful petals, the bells around her right ankle, the lacework on her dress, the patch of sunlight. All of the details stun me at the same time, and make me feel inspired and happy to be a part of the world.

Feng Shui-ing the house again...

I work with feng shui in frantic bursts. I got home from work, and just felt like everything was a mess and too stagnant in the house, so I decided to shift furniture and room uses around a bit. I have made a GIANT mess in the process of rearranging and moving furniture, but it is starting to come together. Is it sad that this is how I want to spend a Friday night? Maybe, but I'm enjoying it.

This is the bagua map. I enter my house into the career and lifepath section. A while ago, I turned that from my living room into my office-ish/living room area.

Tonight I'm working mostly in the wealth and opportunity corner and the creativity area. Basically, I've been moving all of my bookcases of poetry books to the creativity room and that will be my writing area, and I've been turning my wealth and opportunity area into a yoga/meditation room/guest room.

Pirate Quote of the Day

Today Mister J (dressed in his best pirate costume) looked at me with all seriousness and said, "Miss Jennifer, you're a babysitter (and pointed to his sisters, while rolling his eyes) and a mansitter (and pointed to himself)."

I laughed and thought, "A mansitter? Well, hell, isn't that the story of my life!" (I'm approximately half-joking.)