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Showing posts with label Remnants of the Past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remnants of the Past. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2015

A Little Fairy

You know pumpkins, sometimes it just takes a fairy.

                                      To Wong Foo, 
Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar

To Wong Foo is a film I will have to watch more
than once. Messages like: pull yourself up by the boot straps,
make the most of it, celebrate the kindness of strangers,
embrace diversity because you never know where you
will find a friend.















Remnants of the Past April 2015

This venue wasn't as nice as the one in San Jose
or the Madonna Inn location.  It was too small.
Tight aisles make the experience less than
favorable.  Still lovely vendors and merchandise.

I like room to look in all the nook
and crannies.

























































Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Longings

Remnants of the Past 2015

























Only you know what is in your
heart.  The failed dreams and
the adventures.  The dreams
we don't have the courage to live.

The dreams we abandoned to live
more authentically.  The voices
of our souls we have smothered.






















Middle-age is hard.  The responsibiliy
of a roof over our heads, food on the table,
and a bit of leisure.  Those
of us lucky enough to reach middle-age
understand time is fleeting.  It's time to get
on with the dream.













































I have lived with crippling inaction
but I have also lived with the
courage to break away.

I am not, yet, who I was born to
be, but I am slowing traveling in
the right direction.

A longing fulfill is the tree of life.
                         Proverbs 13:12

Monday, May 4, 2015

On Not Being Brave


I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
                                                     Philippians 4:131


Vintage Market, Turlock, CA























Soon I will be flying out to Fort Worth.
It's been nine years since I have traveled
alone.  For goodness sake, I have
four children spanning 20 years because
I like company. 






















This is the first time since I am this disabled.
I never rent a car so I will be counting
on public transportation.

The reservationist says my hotel
is only a block from the convention center.
A block, strikes fear in my heart.
I may not be able to walk a block
or walk the convention floor between
sessions. 


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My greatest downfall, I don't like
to ask for anything but especially help.
As a little girl of 5, I had to speak for my
parents, ask questions, ask for help.
To this day this strikes fear in my heart.

When I feel the related anxiety, I engage in
self talk.  I speak English, I encourage my
heart and mind.  My parents came across an ocean,
across this great land, without speaking
a word of English  They were so
brave.  I don't feel brave. 


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Day tripping with Jessica


An adventure with the get-along.

As we drove to our destination,
Mr. Lee assured Jessica, "We are
headed to a slice of heaven."
 "Oh good, I thought you were searching for  a
place to dump my body," Jessica
replied.
It is a rough neighborhood, but
all is forgotten walking through
the garden gate of Annie's Annuals.










 






























































And, a chapel from my dreams.





































Gorgeous Jessica.


Brave Jessica, who jumped from Mabel, the van, to
pluck some fennel seeds (funcho in Portuguese).

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Visiting Susan Branch, Girlfriend

A Fine Romance Van


















A trip to San Luis Obispo (SLO) to see one of my favorite authors.

Mr. Lee stood in line for 3 hours.



Meet wonderful Mr. Joe Hall, Susan's husband.


















Susan Branch, perfectly lovely. Genuine.  She is even better in person. Gracious. 
















Love you, Susan.

















Petey and Jack. 




















Remnants of the Past