You know what I’m talking about. You start surfing the net, doing some research, or reading the NYTimes online… and you find all these articles you want to read but you don’t have time to read them now. So you print them out, or write them down, or say,” I’ll read this later.” Only to never see them again.
One morning last week it began drizzling at about 5 a.m. It put me into a swoon.
Morning rain is muy unusual here in the tropics. Our rains are usually in the afternoon, during the rainy season only, a 20-minute torrent during which you can’t budge if you are out and about. If you are home, you are mopping up water coming in from every direction.
Whilst you are playing with your Magic Bullet this weekend, ha ha, here’s a great addition to this week’s post on “The Body is not an Apology” which resonated with so many Campers. Thanks to Maia D. for sharing this commercial by Ogilvy.
I adore the girl at the end. Can we still look at ourselves with this delight?
Wishes for a happy weekend!
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Recently, a young writer came to my home to be the writer in residence for six weeks. Before zee came, zee asked me how zee should pack zer Magic Bullet. For those who are lost, zee identifies as gender neutral, so zee and zer are the correct pronouns to use, zee informs me.
I don’t much like looking at myself in the mirror these days.
There’s a lot of life on my face and body.
Look, I feel great about myself: my clothes, my hair, my toilette, my style, my spirit, my accomplishments, my feelings, my goals, my family, my animals, my Yoga practice, my blog, my feminist activism and on and on.
And then I go and look at myself in the mirror. Oh my.
When I was a girl, my beloved Mother (note the capital M) explained to me that it was a commercial holiday, something the merchants designed to boost sales in-between Valentine’s Day and Christmas (that is a long time) thereby freeing me from the tyranny of buying perfume and scarves or feeling guilty that I didn’t.
I love to travel. But I can’t, most of the time, due to time and finances. And there are those who can’t get out in the world because of illness or infirmity. So armchair travel is how I let the world come to me in the form of virtual mini breaks.