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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


Fellow bloggers, readers, friends and family,

I have neglected you. I miss my days of ranting and rambling, provoking thoughts and amateur photography. How I long to interact with you on a deeper cyber-galactic level, to share my experiences, thoughts, dreams and well, my art. I apologize for diluting my posts these past several months. I’ve replaced your pulp-filled natural juice glass with ordinary sugar water, but you deserve fresh linguistic concoctions of reflections with a healthy dose of inspiration and a dash of insanity. Life must take its course though, and as of late, the wind has blown me in different directions. I promise to not leave you permanently, to make up for the time I have been away in other ventures. But know that you hold a special place in the vast, warm ocean that is my heart.


The one and only Moon



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Her Voice

“Hey you! How have you been?

I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to speak with you lately, but I miss you.”

 She called me early this week. I haven’t seen her since May or June and we’ve only spoken twice on the phone since. Hearing her voice, a voice so familiar and heartwarming, sent a loving energy down all my extremities and through the base of my body.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I expressed the same feelings. We’ve been friends since 1994 and after 2002, our physical connection has been minimal, but we found ways to connect through other means. There were times when we didn’t communicate for a whole year. But once she got a hold of me or vice-versa, it’s as if time was nonexistent and we began right where we left off.

Never an awkward moment between us. She embraces my differences as I do hers. I must admit that since my last visit in May or June I felt a noteworthy disconnection between the two. I was afraid that all these changes I’ve been going through this year with my awakening was going to create a shift in our friendship. I suddenly felt that 18 years of sisterhood were just going to remain part of a cherished memory; quite honestly, I was willing to accept that loss because of the peace I began attaining within myself that was beginning to allow me to view everyone as a passing cloud: some remain in position for a while; others flow rather quickly. And I thought perhaps it was time for us to move on.

That night when I heard her voice, all the wonderful reasons for which she’s my best friend immediately came to mind. I wanted to jump through the phone and give her a never-ending hug! I don’t know what the future holds for our friendship, but I love her with all my might, despite our suddenly different points of views. And I’m glad she called me this week, because the comfort she brought to me was needed. We always know the right time to reach out, even if only subconsciously.