If These Walls Could Talk

Mine do actually because I have always put stuff on them other than just calendars. From looking at my walls - especially around my desks - and my desks themselves, you could tell a whole lot about me. I have inspiring words I've typed out or cut out, loving greeting cards I've been given, the little cards that come with flowers with loving words from Tod, favorite pictures, paintings or pictures from places I love, things I've been given by friends and the boys, symbols of things that matter to me, and more.

From my marathon time on my digital watch and the marathon results printout to my Nightingale-Conant Manifestations poster to the myriad Paris reminders to the Peace signs and my Peace doves (mis Gaviotas which remind me of my big dreams and of Lu's Gaviotas ... he (big bro Lu) would probably know what I mean), to this 7-months preggo pic in New York (not a good trip on the outside but so great on the inside) carrying 2 1/2 year old Ian with Dylan in the belly (that being part of the great, the other just being so comfortable in myself that I was happy to pack up and go home in a heartbeat when it was clear there was no better thing to do), and on and on.

Who these things all could tell you I am in a nutshell is someone who just feels connected and plugged in to life, someone who's really digging the journey. That doesn't mean I'm "24/7 stepford-perfectly-la-la-la" but I'd say I'm pretty darn happy, calm, and peaceful. I know who and what I care for, what I sweat and what I don't, what matters to me and what's trivial in the grand scheme of things. Life is just good, man, and the signs are everywhere ... including on the walls. :-)