tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204596562024-03-13T22:42:23.509-07:00hashiworksHashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.comBlogger1273125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-19183416367128507612012-01-01T20:09:00.001-08:002012-01-01T20:09:31.288-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6617135321/" title="Despite renewal of our vows, new rings, and a romantic vacation, this morning Josh told me that he has changed his mind again, and that he doesn't want to be married to me anymore. This time it is really over, because I won't be opening myself up to this by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6617135321_9b37c30bec_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Despite renewal of our vows, new rings, and a romantic vacation, this morning Josh told me that he has changed his mind again, and that he doesn't want to be married to me anymore. This time it is really over, because I won't be opening myself up to this "></a><br />
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Despite renewal of our vows, new rings, and a romantic vacation, this morning Josh told me that he has changed his mind again, and that he doesn't want to be married to me anymore. This time it is really over, because I won't be opening myself up to this hurt again. I don't know when or where I will move; I am too shell-shocked to make plans right now. I am holed up with friends, feeling very sad and sick and bewildered.<br />
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After 6 years of joyful sharing, this blog is now closed. In the next few weeks I will start another. If you would like to follow me there, please email me at hashimaree at gmail dot com, and I will share the new address with you.<br />
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Peace out.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-14608821604423667972011-12-31T10:52:00.000-08:002011-12-31T11:48:54.316-08:00December 31<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6594244479/" title="Good morning LA by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6594244479_76820acb22_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Good morning LA"></a><br />
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It's quiet here. Everyone is out. Buffy came looking for me, mewed, then waddled off. Josh and I slept very little last night. We went to bed after midnight then lay in the dark bedroom for several hours after waking early, his arms wrapped around me, our eyes mostly closed, his warmth at my back. We never do that. We usually sleep on our own sides of the bed; I get too hot while touching, and he likes to play music under his pillow while I need silence. But this morning it felt so right, so peaceful and nourishing. Just to love each other gently and quietly in the dim room on this last day of a crazy year.<br />
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We are in a tenuous place, working on renewing a relationship that went off the tracks, both with our cracked open hearts that want nothing but happiness for ourselves and the other. It is not a simple thing, to put a marriage back together. While rediscovering our original joy, we have to put aside preconceptions and make new patterns of communication and behaviour. It's work. Some days are easier than others. But we're going forward, one day at a time, in kindness.<br />
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I have given much thought to my 'one little word' for 2012. I was first drawn to HEALING, but now I'm going to go with HEALTHY. Healthy body, healthy relationships. I want more than just to heal, I want to go beyond healing into a place of great health. I know some changes I need to make, and others will become apparent over time, if I keep LISTENING (my word for 2011) to my body and intuition.<br />
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No grand resolutions for me; just a continuing of the heightened awareness that a year of conscious listening has brought. And a wish for good health to you all.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-50107141196387975382011-12-29T10:14:00.000-08:002011-12-29T10:26:29.846-08:00Maui woweeOur tropical paradise vacation was some kind of perfect.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6562763845/" title="Sunset over Lanai by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6562763845_4dc21847cc_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Sunset over Lanai"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6579200641/" title="Back in 2005 we took the kids #snorkeling in #australia. Lauren was too chicken to go in. Today she LOVED it. But we had to tell her that the Great Barrier Reef was a thousand times better than the reef in #maui #hawaii by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6579200641_6ee00f50b2_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Back in 2005 we took the kids #snorkeling in #australia. Lauren was too chicken to go in. Today she LOVED it. But we had to tell her that the Great Barrier Reef was a thousand times better than the reef in #maui #hawaii"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6591582301/" title="#papaya at #twinfalls on #roadtohana. It looks like this is a hermaphrodite tree, but really the male tree (with the long flower spikes) is behind the female (fruit-bearing) one by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6591582301_0426967153_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="#papaya at #twinfalls on #roadtohana. It looks like this is a hermaphrodite tree, but really the male tree (with the long flower spikes) is behind the female (fruit-bearing) one"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6575604479/" title="#sunset #maui #hawaii #beach by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6575604479_91f33ec64b_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="#sunset #maui #hawaii #beach"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6585417929/" title="#ziplining is awesome fun! by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6585417929_78d7d2d93f_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="#ziplining is awesome fun!"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6579150147/" title="#humpback #whale #maui #hawaii by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6579150147_73560ee3d7_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="#humpback #whale #maui #hawaii"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6579169955/" title="@carouseldancer hanging loose on a #catamaran under a #maui #rainbow by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6579169955_f243d76977_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="@carouseldancer hanging loose on a #catamaran under a #maui #rainbow"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6572714059/" title="Waterfall by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6572714059_c2b11e7c2f_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Waterfall"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6562781101/" title="Recommitted by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6562781101_c2bb21f2a9_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Recommitted"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6557842435/" title="Happy in #maui by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6557842435_60548e2f40_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Happy in #maui"></a><br />
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2011 is ending SO much better than it started. What a crazy year it's been. Two months ago we were merely days away from a finalized divorce. Now we are giddy in love again, and re-committed to our marriage.<br />
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And I have to tell you that <a href="http://hashiworks.blogspot.com/search?q=mookie" target="_blank">Mookie</a> is not the only poet in the family. I awoke early the other morning as Josh was getting out of bed in the dark. "Shush," he commanded. "Don't talk." So I slept for another hour or so, and was then greeted with this poem he had been composing earlier.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6595346653/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6595346653_d1b0f4a802_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt=""></a><br />
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Is that romantic ... or what??<br />
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:-)Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-11407627132238204912011-12-21T14:36:00.000-08:002011-12-21T14:44:03.595-08:00Drive-by sunset<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6546762329/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6546762329_f54d48d75a_z.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a><br />
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I know I shouldn't take photos while I drive. But sometimes it's just so pretty along PCH. I left work early enough to catch the sunset today. Gorgeous. OK, I pumped up the vibrancy in Camera+. But it was still gorgeous!<br />
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We're going to have a very different Christmas this year. No big meal, no <a href="http://hashiworks.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-hats.html" target="_blank">silly hats</a>, no friends, no crackling fire.<br />
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<i>Because we're going to Hawaii!<br />
</i><br />
Woot!<br />Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-58039028999175731842011-12-16T20:45:00.001-08:002011-12-16T20:50:31.329-08:00Have yourself a merry little (buddhist) christmas<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6524048331/" title="Have yourself a merry little (buddhist) Christmas by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6524048331_aaf4225220_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="Have yourself a merry little (buddhist) Christmas"></a><br />
I'm neither Christian nor Buddhist. But I love Christmas lights, and faithful friends who gather near to us, and warm feelings of goodwill and cheer. I also love the peace this little fellow brings to me when I spend time with him. <br />
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And then there's bokeh. Of course I love that too.<br />
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So here we have them all. Merry Christmas, all of you. <br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6524038909/" title="Have yourself a merry little (buddhist) Christmas by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6524038909_1fcbfd4a99_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="Have yourself a merry little (buddhist) Christmas"></a>Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-46053627305646575972011-12-11T10:08:00.001-08:002011-12-11T10:23:38.752-08:00At the ball park<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6488769979/" title="Ready for the softball game by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6488769979_945161ed72.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Ready for the softball game"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6490388645/" title="Gunning for first base by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6490388645_7a78dacf85.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Gunning for first base"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6489095017/" title="At bat by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6489095017_7273ea3be7.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="At bat"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6493814619/" title="Victory Hug by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7026/6493814619_5817ea71d8.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Victory Hug"></a><br />
Josh plays on an entertainment industry softball team, and yesterday was perfect weather to watch. It was a nail-biting game, ending 19-18 with a grand slam. Yay Dexter! I love that last shot; being on opposing teams (and shows) doesn't hurt the friendships. The camaraderie is great to see. Those guys and girls have a blast.<br />
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And I've decided the time has come for me to learn to throw and catch. I don't want to go through the rest of my life "throwing like a girl". My own personal coach has agreed to teach me. Cool!Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-33907867461898616002011-12-05T19:55:00.001-08:002011-12-05T19:55:24.139-08:00Feeling good<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6460387993/" title="Feeling so good right now :-) by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6460387993_be8c92b22b.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Feeling so good right now :-)"></a><br />
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Busy day, but happy. Yes, definitely happy.<br />
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Things are feeling right.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-36031447467588447912011-12-01T09:30:00.001-08:002011-12-01T09:33:59.627-08:00Into the sun<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6436972771/" title="All the years you cry will one day be dry and like birds we'll fly up into the sky / Our love will survive / And when the day is done I will follow you into the sun/ And after all my love I will follow you into the sun. by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6436972771_8f22f5e8fc.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="All the years you cry will one day be dry and like birds we'll fly up into the sky / Our love will survive / And when the day is done I will follow you into the sun/ And after all my love I will follow you into the sun."></a><br />
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All the tears you cry<br />
Will one day be dry<br />
And like birds we'll fly<br />
Up into the sky<br />
Our love will survive<br />
<br />
And when the day is done<br />
I will follow you into the sun<br />
And after all my love<br />
I will follow you into the sun<br />
<br />
All these days gone by<br />
Just like waves roll by<br />
I can't wait to hold<br />
You inside my arms<br />
Our love will survive<br />
<br />
And when the day is done<br />
I will follow you into the sun<br />
And after all my love<br />
I will follow you into the sun <br />
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--Sean LennonHashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-39077781651532351222011-11-28T17:02:00.001-08:002011-11-28T17:05:47.375-08:00Morning gratitude<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6418943619/" title="#rightnow morning commute by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img alt="#rightnow morning commute" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6418943619_2874ccdfa8.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
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This sprawling city has many ugly parts, but so many beautiful parts too. Like all of us.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-2086734782299275112011-11-27T20:10:00.000-08:002011-11-28T13:33:38.380-08:00Beach love<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6414503873/" title="Teensy hermit crab emerging by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6414503873_3dc91195ac.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Teensy hermit crab emerging"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6416548987/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6416548987_36781a7201.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6418531913/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6418531913_05bc8366a9.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6418535267/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6233/6418535267_e6a65b7798.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6418524437/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6418524437_bc57c49ed7.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a><br />
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Today was much better than yesterday. No tempers flared. The sun and sand soothed us all.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-86229976462828659472011-11-25T16:33:00.001-08:002011-11-28T08:09:55.574-08:00Thankful<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6402430897/" title="Hashi and Mookie by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6402430897_f5e016f74f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Hashi and Mookie"></a><br />
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We are just back from Thanksgiving with Josh's sister Mookie and family in San Francisco. I am thankful for <i>so</i> much, but high on the list is to be back in the circle of Mookie's arms and love. Not that we didn't keep in touch through the separation; we did. But being there with all the family ... being <i>part</i> of the family ... it was priceless.<br />
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She is a poet. She gave me this poem.<br />
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<b>The Measure of Love</b> <br />
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<i>do we love equally<br />
you and I<br />
as time and tide<br />
passes between us<br />
have we achieved parity<br />
<br />
and how do we quantify<br />
this symmetry<br />
what yardstick<br />
what scale<br />
will measure<br />
<br />
like children<br />
shall we place<br />
glasses on the counter<br />
both watchful<br />
as life pours in<br />
both judging<br />
who gets more<br />
or less<br />
<br />
or should we<br />
savor our cups<br />
drink fully<br />
knowing half full<br />
is the greatest amount.</i><br />
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-- <a href="http://www.pw.org/content/martha_meltzer" target="_blank">Martha Meltzer</a>Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-84326587801726749302011-11-19T21:30:00.000-08:002011-11-20T13:55:51.232-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6364038621/" title="Storm's a-comin' by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6102/6364038621_2e2cc2c837.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Storm's a-comin'"></a><br />
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The storm erupted. <br />
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I sat in the back yard and thought about nothing until the yelling stopped, then stayed for ten minutes more.<br />
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Lauren came looking for me. "It's OK now," she said. "We sorted it out."<br />
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I hugged her tight. "It's hard being a teen," I whispered in her ear.<br />
"And it's hard being the dad of a teen.<br />
Be kind to each other."<br />Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-84772757509590662592011-11-18T22:14:00.001-08:002011-11-18T22:27:45.042-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6358650901/" title="Nice idea: plant small flowers among the exposed and sprawling tree roots by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6104/6358650901_f00f822513.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Nice idea: plant small flowers among the exposed and sprawling tree roots"></a><br />
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It's so interesting, and delicate, to come back as an observer of a tenuous parent-teen relationship, in which I used to play a key part. Every time they butt heads, I wonder if my presence has affected things. Lauren says no. Josh says he doesn't know. Lauren says it's always been like this. Josh says that they haven't argued this way for a long time. <br />
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My urge is to hug them both, individually and together. To breathe with them, to encircle them with my love. To say let's calm. the. fuck. down. <br />
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Sure, she bugs me when she interrupts constantly, but not enough to throw me way off kilter. I probably interrupt more than I notice, too. <br />
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None of us are perfect. We are all human. So let's just lighten up, right? Have some fun, laugh, fart, and not take it all so seriously.<br />
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I would like that.<br />
<br />Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-74287177133417818682011-11-17T16:55:00.001-08:002011-11-17T17:01:27.789-08:00Indiana<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6355570801/" title="Indiana by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6225/6355570801_d8540506fa.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Indiana"></a><br />
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Little babies touch a particular place in my heart that nothing and no-one else comes near. I guess that's why our species hasn't died out yet. They're just so adorable and perfect ... <i>when they're asleep.</i>Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-90758573519751823852011-11-16T12:06:00.001-08:002011-11-16T12:08:40.869-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6350062449/" title="Foggy canyon drive by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6107/6350062449_d7f7a2cf03.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Foggy canyon drive"></a><br />
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I'm actually enjoying leaving for work two hours earlier than before. The drive through the foggy canyon was so pretty this morning.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-63764503890497720372011-11-16T08:01:00.001-08:002011-11-16T12:06:15.613-08:00Home again<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6350848490/" title="Home again by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6350848490_3c57fd0869.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Home again"></a>
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<br />
What a crazy, yet oh-so-right, couple of weeks. It started with an out-of-the-blue text from Josh asking my permission to put our divorce on hold until we talked some things through. He invited me to brunch that weekend, and I went with some trepidation but an open heart. We talked, and walked, for hours.
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<br />
The upshot is that our little family is together once more.
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I have learned a lot through this time; about myself, about Josh, about letting go, about acceptance, and about meeting joy where I find it.
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We both have new eyes, new appreciation, and deeper commitment. It's good. Very good. We are happy.
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This is not about going back. It's about going forward, together, into something better.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-43540890129842214432011-10-25T20:43:00.000-07:002011-10-26T07:34:19.189-07:00It's OK<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6280259851/" title="Through the fish tank by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img alt="Through the fish tank" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6116/6280259851_cc4b3fce24.jpg" /></a>
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It's OK to be confused, but still happy.<br />
It's OK to go with your gut, and when your gut feels peaceful, that means that things are right.<br />
It's OK to be awake half the night but not stressed about it.<br />
It's OK to know that many of the people who love you deeply won't understand, but that doesn't mean you're doing the wrong thing.<br />
It's OK to follow love when it calls your name.<br />
It's OK to want to start again.<br />
It's OK to listen to how you were half to blame, and take it to heart, and want to do better.<br />
It's OK to not be a victim, but a joyful participant in a new possibility.<br />
It's OK to feel compassion for the others who were hurt.<br />
It's OK to laugh twenty times a day, instead of two, or none.<br />
It's OK to re-unite.<br />
In fact, it's more than OK.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-14635307646412828202011-10-24T18:41:00.000-07:002011-10-24T18:42:05.335-07:00This is what I do at the supermarketWhat? Don't you?<br><br>
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If you can't see the above embedded video, click <a href="http://youtu.be/EjHgQKycu0g" target="_blank">here</a>.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-69290759338983609662011-10-23T02:20:00.000-07:002011-10-23T21:13:36.215-07:00Now You're Home<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UEPSURAyDzI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Clare Bowditch's new single Now You're Home featuring Lanie Lane. I like it! If you prefer, <a href="http://youtu.be/UEPSURAyDzI" target="_blank">view it here on YouTube.</a>Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-13608762525870622882011-10-21T20:22:00.001-07:002011-10-21T20:22:25.441-07:00Sketching fun<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6267746113/" title="Sketching fun. #art #artist #painting by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6115/6267746113_c526cd9b0b.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Sketching fun. #art #artist #painting"></a>Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-65443677654068210212011-10-21T19:24:00.000-07:002011-10-21T19:29:43.149-07:00Man Up<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6267646261/" title="manup by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img alt="manup" height="723" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6035/6267646261_e3008bf3c4_b.jpg" width="520" /></a>
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I like the contrast between the large brush strokes of the background, and the small ones of the subject.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-86442330028639069522011-10-21T17:48:00.000-07:002011-10-22T16:56:18.742-07:00Table 7<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n-n4eSIsr2c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
For those (like Elizabeth) who can't view the movie, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-n4eSIsr2c" target="_blank">here's a link to it on YouTube</a>.Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-11888294136853631752011-10-16T22:13:00.000-07:002011-10-16T22:15:33.972-07:00On not being here, now<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6250603655/" title="Sailing class by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img alt="Sailing class" height="512" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6250603655_936ba8012e_z.jpg" width="512" /></a><br />
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I spent much of the day with good friends, having good times. But I still kept checking for that text or email that never came.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6251352286/" title="Ima gonna eachoo by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img alt="Ima gonna eachoo" height="512" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6251352286_fb01c3681e_z.jpg" width="512" /></a>Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459656.post-27745690105626509822011-10-15T23:46:00.000-07:002011-10-15T23:51:01.597-07:00Tonight I saw Mary Oliver<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24160611@N02/6248339346/" title="Untitled by hashimaree, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="512" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6102/6248339346_630527c439_z.jpg" width="512" /></a><br />
THE SUN<br />
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Have you ever seen<br />
anything<br />
in your life<br />
more wonderful<br />
<br />
than the way the sun,<br />
every evening,<br />
relaxed and easy,<br />
floats toward the horizon<br />
<br />
and into the clouds or the hills,<br />
or the rumpled sea,<br />
and is gone--<br />
and how it slides again<br />
<br />
out of the blackness,<br />
every morning,<br />
on the other side of the world,<br />
like a red flower<br />
<br />
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,<br />
say, on a morning in early summer,<br />
at its perfect imperial distance--<br />
and have you ever felt for anything<br />
<br />
such wild love--<br />
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,<br />
a word billowing enough<br />
for the pleasure<br />
<br />
that fills you,<br />
as the sun<br />
reaches out,<br />
as it warms you<br />
<br />
as you stand there,<br />
empty-handed--<br />
or have you too<br />
turned from this world--<br />
<br />
or have you too<br />
gone crazy<br />
for power,<br />
for things?<br />
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~ Mary Oliver ~Hashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08515729956277849537noreply@blogger.com0