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10 Friday Dec 2010
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10 Friday Dec 2010
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07 Tuesday Dec 2010
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It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes. – Henry David Thoreau
I watched Tom Ford’s finely crafted movie, A Single Man, last night. It reminded me that when I lived in Boston, I was very attracted to the Brooks Brothers look of the impeccably dressed Brahmin in a starched white shirt, Windsor knotted tie, and suit. However, since moving to California, I have found the surfer look much more appealing – that of an open, raw sensuality that commands an appreciative audience and finds no need to cover up.
29 Monday Nov 2010
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle-belling
And everyone telling you
Be of good cheer
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
Eddie Pola & George Wyle (Amy Grant song)
I could not wait to start decorating for the holidays. Baubles are not limited to the Christmas tree!
27 Saturday Nov 2010
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The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty,
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
Robert Bly – Ode to My Socks – translation of Pablo Neruda
I slipped on my cozy wool socks last night and slumbered under the warmth of my eiderdown comforter – absolute bliss!
27 Saturday Nov 2010
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26 Friday Nov 2010
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25 Thursday Nov 2010
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Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action.
W.J. Cameron
At dawn on Thanksgiving I set out on a road trip to pick up my eldest daughter so that she could join us for our family dinner. Although I was not particularly enthusiastic about doing the six hour drive, as I wanted to stay home to prepare food for our big dinner, I decided to make the best of it.
As it turned out, there was hardly any traffic, the scenery in the morning light was breathtaking, and I was captivated by a CD that I had wanted to hear for some time. The return drive gave my daughter and me a rare opportunity for uninterrupted dialog about her life plans and sharing humorous travel tales. To top it off, when we arrived home, her sisters had prepared the entire feast by themselves and all we had to do was sit down and enjoy it. All in all, despite my initial apprehensions, it turned out to be one of my very best Thanksgivings!
23 Tuesday Nov 2010
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Inner Voice, Lauren DiMarco, Maya Angelou, Moja Maat, Photography, Relationships, Self-help, Writing

© Moja Ma’at
The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.
Maya Angelou
The inner voice is a beautiful thing. If heeded, it can act like a Geiger counter to detect potentially harmful situations. In really serious situations it may seem to shout, but at other times, say at the beginning of a relationship, it may be perceived as a whisper. Heed it all the same, regardless of the intensity.
Consider this relatively benign, perhaps trite, but nevertheless heartbreaking example. I had the pleasure of meeting a man for the first time over brunch. He seemed smart, savvy, sexy, and we even ordered the same item on the menu – waffles with strawberries. I was so captivated by his charming stories, particularly the one with a spot-on Elvis imitation, that I did not pay attention to my food.
When he paused to eat, I glanced down at our place settings. His plate was perfectly organized – the strawberries had been quartered and arranged neatly in the upper left quadrant while the waffles were perfectly stacked and he was cutting them with the precision and intensity of a neurosurgeon along the grid lines and then dipping them in a small pool of maple syrup that clung to one side of the plate. My plate, on the other hand, was a mess compared to his! It had not even occurred to me to try to impress him by following suit and putting the food in some sort of geometric pattern or order as I consumed it.
At that moment, my inner voice told me that the relationship was a non-starter – that it was doomed to fail. I chose to ignore it, despite the fact that it had never failed me in the past.
Over time we discovered many commonalities, but we also discovered many differences. Our diametrically opposed skill sets might have complimented each other, but in our case his rigidity that I flagged in the first encounter translated into an inflexible attitude toward problem solving and intolerance for other points of view. Close, but no cigar was his assessment of the relationship and he was right! We both chose to pursue other situations, but I regret that I squandered several precious years with him when I might have directed my energies toward finding a better match.
22 Monday Nov 2010
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For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation?
Thornton Wilder
When I lived in Boston, Nantucket was my favorite place to vacation. I liked to rise early to capture dawn’s first light.
20 Saturday Nov 2010
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Beauty, Death, Emily Dickinson, Lauren DiMarco, Memoir, Moja Maat, Self-help, Writing

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Because I would not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
Emily Dickinson
I remember sitting at my bedroom desk trying to analyze a poem for a ninth grade English class. As I gazed outside the window for inspiration, I saw that dusk had painted the sky a brilliant conch shell pink and a pale lavender blanket of snow cloaked the ground, save for a grove of birch trees whose silhouette looked like tall paper dolls pressed together in conversation.
At that moment I had the terrifying realization that death would come calling one day. I tried to grapple with the notion that I would not continue in my mind and body for eternity. My view of the world changed on that mid-November afternoon at the tender age of thirteen. Even though I was doomed to see things through the glass darkly as it were, from that day forth, what I did behold was with passion, amazement, and wonder.
At middle age, almost against my will, I have revisited that landscape of my youth. I am grateful for another opportunity to consider my mortality and make choices that will enhance my life as I begin a new chapter.
Time is the most valuable, but diminishing, asset I have. I am now very careful about with whom I give and receive the gift of time. I do not engage in personal relationships that are not joyful, loving, or satisfying and I aspire to have at least one positive experience each and every day.
You, too, can give yourself the gift of time – it is never too late to make a change!

© Moja Ma’at
Model – Lauren DiMarco