passing through

greetings!

have you ever questioned someone’s presence in your life? over night, you two become tight as skull caps then in a flash, the thrill is gone — analogous to the tornado this past Thursday evening. while in my office, i felt a slight rumble followed by a series of boisterous crashing noises. i had been listening to a streaming episode of This American Life and had mistaken the ruckus outside for a glitch in programming until i noticed the raindrops on the ceiling-to-floor window behind me.

seconds later, a friend called to see if i wanted to grab a tea and a chat before heading home to Brooklyn. after confessing that i had forgotten to carry my umbrella, i reluctantly agreed. she responded with, “i’ll call you back in ten minutes” then hung up abruptly. i walked cautiously towards the window to see what the commotion was all about … the sky was a heavy grey with hints of blue and orange at the fringes but the rain was falling gently. twelve minutes later, my friend called back to say she was standing outside and the rain had stopped; she would walk towards my building and wait for me outside.

i was completely unaware of what had occurred that night until i received a text from my mother Friday morning:

Morning, did you have any problems with the storm last night?

i was rushing out the door when I read those words and had decided to respond once i arrived at work. storm? last night? that’s why my internet wasn’t working. i wasn’t phased then but it all makes sense now. just as i stepped out the door, i could see that two trees had fallen across the street and there were branches and leaves strewn everywhere — sidewalk and road alike.

where was i when this 80 mile per hour storm happened? i barely had time to experience the tornado, i felt jipped (or cheated). i wanted to remember something from this unusual new york city event. although, to my surprise, this was our seventh tornado since 1985. are we in Kansas or New York fuckin’ City?

on july 25th of this year, the Bronx experienced a Ef1 tornado which gave birth to one hundred and ten mile per hour winds, and on august 8, 2007, Staten Island was visited by an EF2 category storm. the EF is an abbreviation for Enhanced Fujita, the scale that rates the strength of tornadoes in the U.S. based on how much damage they cause.

last night, a wonderful friend reminded me of how lucky i am to have experienced many great relationships, and how important it is for me to give those relationships my full attention instead of focusing on those who have come and gone. i equate the short-lived encounters to a whirling tornado; and liken long term friendships to a memorable and cozy snowstorm. both scenarios teach us about ourselves but it’s important not to get caught up in the fury of the tornado. the snowstorm is where it’s at.

i have been working extremely hard on my book project. it won’t be long until my new web site is launched! i hope you are enjoying the last days of summer as i am !

eat lots of greens to build immunity and go to bed earlier – resting is key!

hugs and smiles and love all around!

Fallen trees (courtesy of EF0 Tornado September 16, 2010)

*Lala*

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peaks and valleys

Over one year ago, I began writing this blog as way to stay in touch with my family and friends during my stay in Brasil. Looking back on this past year, it has been amazing yet frightening, a melangé of love ups and let downs, supreme highs and sporadic lows yet still i rise and cannot help but be optimistic about the coming season: Summer. It’s my favorite time of year because my main squeeze is in full effect; I’m talking about the sun, of course.

In my opinion, Springtime is a total mindfuck (excuse me). One day it’s gorgeous and sunny then the next day is grey and damp, and so on. Nature has a way of imparting life’s biggest lesson: there would be no peaks without valleys, no flowers without clouds and rain. We would not be able to gloat on the mountain top if we hadn’t emerged from the valley below.

Today I am giving thanks for peaks and valleys. My weekend being a murky mixture of both.

Saturday, I took a very long bike ride then found myself in Red Hook on Van Brunt Street at the suggestion of a friend. A tiny enclave of fine dining restaurants, wine shops, an ice cream parlor, and Baked, a bustling cafe/bakery that’s been open since 2005 served as an ideal resting spot. I spent most of my afternoon there, chatting, writing, and sipping on fresh mint ice tea with the sun on my face. Upon my arrival, my energy was scattered; however, by the time I hopped on the bike again, I felt collected and whole again.

There is also a large garden center hosted by Chelsea Garden Center farther down the block. It seems as if I am beginning to fancy gardening. Hmmm…

Again, activities with friends were the highlight of my weekend. A Saturday night invite for wine and tea ensued conversations around film, travel, unconditional love and the conditions of life.

Sunday’s original plans crumbled in the rain; although I managed to share a delicious almond and chocolate pastry with a friend while sipping on ginger tea at Nunu. Just as we parted ways, I received an unexpected and much appreciated text invite to attend a live performance by Ceu, a young Brasileira songstress, at the Highline Ballroom in Manhattan. I had a beautiful evening and the timing of the invite was perfect for so many reasons.

See my heart is on the mend. My spirit is putting itself back together again. These last few posts have centered around my feeling low yet looking on the bright side and giving thanks. This blog has become a digital diary of sorts and although the purpose of it is to share my incredible travel experiences, it is also a documentation of my personal life and many interests. (check out the pages on the right)

Life and relationships ebb and flow or flutter then flounder. My perspective is such: it is better to have loved and have been loved then to never have loved at all. This post is dedicated to love coming full circle. Last night’s concert was a satisfying end to the love I experienced while in Brasil and beyond. Flying high, sailing free, and basking in the pure light of truth. It’s all coming back to me now.

A beautiful Argentinean woman named Mia Maestro along with Aaron Robinson opened for Ceu last night and she too brought smiles and warmth to a rather damp evening. I am ever so grateful for the expression of words and song.

Thanks for reading and please eat something RED today for the heart space.

Try strawberries, rasperries, or add fresh red pepper or cherry tomatoes to your salad.

My dinner of spinach pasta, olive oil & garlic, arugula and roasted peppers

Hugs and smiles,

*Lala*