Life
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The Trysting Place
Tryst (n) : A private rendezvous between lovers. My husband squeezed my shoulders as I worked, “You need to go into the rainforest.” “No I don’t. I just need to finish this.” “No.” he said “You need the forest. You change there. I’ve seen it. You walk deep under that canopy and you become more solid, it alters your core. It changes who you are.” I’m blessed with a perceptive husband. He notices signs I can easily dismiss when I’m preoccupied with work, and reminds me I need to go to that still place to recharge, regain my strength and find my way again. He also knows if I don’t…
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Stuck in the Mud
I was only a teenager for three years – in the cultural sense of the word – yet I managed to pack some pretty interesting stories and events into that shortened time frame. I find that memories of these events, people, and places often resurface to help me understand issues I’m dealing with now. Who says your past can’t be helpful today? Like the time in my early teens when my photographer boyfriend and I scaled the fence at the limestone quarry in my hometown. We checked for guards from several vantage points and discussed the best locations for the shots we wanted to take. When it was safe, he…
