Category: LifeBeginsAt40
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The Sail, Not the Anchor
I’ve had writer’s block for almost a week. Granted, I’ve been busy. Busy, where I’ve needed extra brain power, so that could explain the absence of creativity. I’m needing to hold down a corporate job again, as many people do, to keep their cats in the lifestyle to which they are accustomed. I just walked…
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Angels in the Outfield
I guess if you want to call me a writer, then there were a couple of others in my family as well. My dad – the water witch – who does have a way with words, but has not cultivated that art, had a father and a sister who did. My grandpa and Aunt Edie…
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Women Who Run With Wolves
“You can love her with everything you have and she still won’t belong to you. She will run wild with you, beside you with every step but let me tell you something about women who run with wolves, their fierce hearts don’t settle between walls and their instinct is stronger than upbringing.” – Nikki Rowe…
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Settling In?
That is not a great title. We all know I won’t be settling into the desert ever again. The tropical jungles, rainforests and Caribbean Sea agreed with me. That is an understatement. My whole being came alive, heart, soul and the rest. My skin had never looked better and that humidity takes at least ten…
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Abundant
aka Jobs That Don’t Suck Despite how misleading my last post could seem after you read this one, it’s not. It’s all in your head, just like where I perceive I am is all in mine. Everything I write is 1000% true. Last time I told us all to find “that thing” that sets our…
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MGY (“Miggy”) Gettin’ Jiggy With It
I was right then and I’m right now: gap years, as well as youth, are wasted on the young. I knew this at the ripe old age of 23. In early June 2000, I headed to DFW airport with nothing but a huge travel backpack, about to board a plane for a trip to Europe.…
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Mo Moments
Let me be very clear: Mo Moments are absolutely NOT the same as Kevin Moments – if you’ll recall that scenario. The only similarity between the two is that I have to regulate my emotions, but the set of emotions involved in each respective “moment,” are completely different from each other. Is either one better…
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In the Heart of the Real Jungle, and the Urban Jungle
“The wilderness is a place that every believer has to experience to be molded for their divine purpose.” E’yen A. Gardner I don’t exactly know what Armin was trying to tell me Friday morning, because of his rapid dialect and my limited brain cells trying to grasp it; and, because I was sobbing and hugging…
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Sundays in Paradise
Sundays can be real fuckers. Before this journey it was because I was anxious and unhappy to start the corporate America work week each Monday. When I lived on an island in Belize it was because we had an increase in humans then and the tourists went apeshit on the weekends. Now, I honestly can’t…
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Jungle Art
Since the deed is done and I won’t argue or negotiate on any of my life choices these days, I will just tell you about the experience. It was very cool. I wish all of the times that I got tattoos before this could have been as pleasant as my time spent getting one a…
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Jungle Party
I try to have some semblance of structure to certain parts of my days because it helps keep me grounded. If my early waking hours involve having a leisurely coffee with a cat nearby, then my morning is complete. While intermittently pouring hot water over my coffee grounds in the chorreador, I walk around and…
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Jungle Bugs
I thought I wrote about giving Mo medicine last week for “bugs in his butt” (worms), but maybe that was just me sending a bunch of text messages to friends letting them know I drugged the cat. Well, I did. It was very evident from almost the first week I knew Mo that the likelihood…
Pixie in Paradise 