Good luck, San Francisco,
“Split the Uprights!”
Good luck, San Francisco,
“Split the Uprights!”
It’s really good when it
“Gives You Butterflies.”
Home to Super Bowl 50, the already-packed San Francisco Bay Area –
will welcome approximately 100,000 visitors for the national football championship.
Facing-off at a packed Levi Stadium in the south bay, Santa Clara, on February 7, 2016,
the Denver Broncos vs the Carolina Panthers
will entertain not only a packed stadium, but also packed living rooms across the world,
but only one team
will pack the trophy
“Packed Home(s) of the Super Bowl“
-be the added color and extra light in your neighborhood-
“Won’t You Be My Neighbor?“
“We’re stopping just for coffee and tea” –
Art explained to the Boutlettes Larder‘s owner.
Respectfully, the owner forewarned us the restaurant would be closing for a private party, a bridal shower in 30 minutes, but please make ourselves comfortable. We were graciously seated at a long, beautifully finished wooden table with natural linen-covered chairs. An open stainless steel kitchen, immaculately kept, housed a few servers and cooks busily, but quietly, doing their work. It felt as if we were sitting in a long-time friend’s kitchen. Within minutes, we were offered coffee or tea, and then from behind a curtain, a server brought each of us an individual fruit plate, compliments of the owner, to pair with our coffee and tea.
Simply decadent and so extremely kind –
– never rushed and never hurried –
Fresh from the farm to our table,
perfectly chopped pineapple, sliced kiwi and blood oranges with two freshly-baked mini poppyseed muffins
plated especially for us,
magically transporting us from our table to the farm within minutes
and beautifully fueling us
for our day.
Simply perfection, Boulettes Larder!
The Gold Rush of 1849 populated San Francisco, a city promising golden prospects, and 167 years later, it’s still as good as gold.
“Good as Gold”
It’s OK if it doesn’t go according to plan –
go where the wind blows.
“Where the Wind Blows“
We know the drill –
We’ve either been de-friended or have done the de-friending.
Initially, it feels kind of bad, we ask ourselves, should I or why? or we ask, what did we do?
But usually, after it’s been done, de-friending is necessary and freeing.
Wouldn’t it be great if it were this easy to shut out negative energy – to push a button and no longer have to interact with roadblocks, distractions, whining and excuses?
The first thing I’d de-friend is fear –
I ask myself, am I courageous enough to rid fear’s uselessness from my life?
It’s a conscious decision to push the button, to de-friend what I currently know, but I can’t help but imagine the possibilities – how beautiful life would be
if I de-friended fear and lightened my load.
How do you protect someone you love from a sadist, a person who actually finds pleasure, and often gets a thrill, from inflicting pain onto another?
A cause and effect of deceit and back-stabbing: deeply rooted pain that’s pulled from within and cast upon another, hoping to lessen personal pain but infecting the world with hurt, anguish and hate.
Anxiously, but excitedly, she headed to her 2nd rotation of her new job. Taking a bus, making a transfer, and walking into a new, unfamiliar territory, she received a text from her long-time, hometown friend. He sent a her an Instagram image, directed at her, that had been posted by a high school mutual friend. Thinking she’d probably already seen the image, her friend asked, are you ok? She hadn’t seen the image, but she was grateful her friend had cautioned her before she stumbled upon the cutting Instagram post on her own. She’d be ok, but this was a blow.
Choosing to purposefully hurt an unsuspecting, so-called friend, really?
Friend, a word that’s almost as overused as the word, amazing.
There is nothing amazing about inflicting pain on others, especially friends.
To knowingly stab another in the back is not amazing, and most definitely, an inflictor, is not a friend.
We see the decoys, the pretenders who aimlessly float out there, trying to trick us into believing they are real.
Sadly, but true, we have to protect each other from sadists who try to destroy our worlds. We’ve got to duck to avoid their blows.
Acknowledging the pain, but banning the pain and hatred from finding a place within us, we survive.
Soothing our wounds with love, we move on.
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me,
and intentionally inflicting pain on me will cut deeply,
but love will always heal me.
If we can’t say something nice, then let’s not say anything at all.
Don’t let anyone extinguish your light.