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I have stayed in this place, in these pages, writing about the moments. The breathing and the heart beats, the mess of loving and salt in the wounds.  And I am still here. We all are :)

Its true, I have become more of a voyeur, absorbing inspiration, passion and pain from the stories you all write to the rest of us. I don't want to forget. But Im not really worried that I ever could.

The realization that there is nearly nothing I dont feel strongly about, was made as I watched a homeless mama dog waddle down a city street in search of food, several puppies in tow. I made a deal with a woman in the neighborhood (who had a yard and no pets) that if she fed mama and kept them in her yard I would work out the rest and in exchange I gave her a gift certificate for 2 free 90min massages... She accepted and I spent the rest of the day finding a no kill shelter to take the little flea infested family off our hands...We can all breathe easy as  everyone is safe...and I have a nice lady who let me borrow her yard coming in to my wellness practice tomorrow to collect on the first of her sessions...

I live my entire California life through bartering. 

I trade for everything, and though massages are my most popular currency, I have been know to use doing laundry, grocery shopping, house sitting, dog sitting, baby sitting, ghost writing and marketing in exchange for gas, food, acupuncture, dog sitting, car maintenance, rent, art, art and more art ( I am not a visual artist but am friends with many) handmade jewelry, candles and just about anything else my hippie heart has desired and Im quite sure the trade system my friends and I live by is the only reason I can scrape by in this very expensive California dream :) It is such a normal part of my life that I forget the the rest of the world doesn't really work like this anymore...

But money doesn't mean much to me these days. I feel rich even though the numbers in my bank accounts tell me I shouldn't. I had a gourmet meal for dinner after hanging my newest addition to my art collection that I drove home in the car that just had its oil changed and transmission flushed, while wearing a beanie that was hand made by a friend who also made the candles that are filling my room with a sandalwood smell as I type this... all for the low low price of 3 massages, a sharing of information (I taught the one friend how to use essential oils and make candles) and friendship...



Its a strange world I live in yes...but its got beautiful sunsets, a full heart, a full belly and some beautiful paintings on its walls....