Thursday, April 28, 2011

Recognizing the hole in the sidewalk!

My yoga teacher read this poem the other night; I thought it was great -- it's by Portia Nelson

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5
I walk down another street.


Can anyone else relate to this? I think the key is seeing the habit of falling in the hole .....

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

musings?

Obviously, I find it close to impossible to write here! Yesterday had a wonderful day with my DD ..... shopping at Loehmanns, lunch at Neimans (free $50 gift card!) and drooling at the Chanel and Manolo Blahniks. I'm trying to teach her to look at the expensive stuff and then buy on ebay!

I had a wonderful friend/cousin-by-marriage who passed away a few years ago who taught me so much about fashion. Tina drummed it into my brain: good shoes and bag! When I spied a pair of shoes at H&M yesterday, Carly said, "Mommy, don't! Tina would be turning over in her grave!" So Tina is always that person looking over our shoulders when we shop.



(Tina, Heather and I)



I think it continues to be a frustration for me to have such great clothes and honestly, I could come to work in pajamas and no one would notice!