Baring Beautiful

A tremendous feeling of love and gratitude accompany pain… it’s as if the experience of demise is formed by paralleled sentiments… in acknowledging one’s deficiencies we come to better understand our considerable potential.

In Life’s Midriff

Posted by on May 16, 2013 in Baring Beautiful | 0 comments

In Life’s Midriff

My history is littered with remnants of unforgettable encounters.  Briefly written chapters with people who had a moment inside my four walls.  Some simply opened the door and glanced in.  Others seemed interested enough to stay awhile. A few abruptly entered without a welcome, and remained inside my sacred space longer than the fortitude of my comfort.  Some left far earlier than I imagined.  And then there were those who I pushed out, without really meaning to. Who they are and what they mean to me are, at times, obscure notions; but in...

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Valentina

Posted by on Apr 14, 2013 in Baring Beautiful | 0 comments

Valentina

She wandered into my boutique at five minutes before six in the evening on the very day that I had made the fateful, frightening and excruciating painful decision to sell my business and move across the country.  Tapping on her wristwatch she motioned her inquiry as to whether I was getting ready to close.  I was, but opted to shake my head no and gesture her in.  She hesitated. “Are you sure?” she asked in a distinctive foreign accent. “Yes, please do come in, browse around, I’m in no hurry.” I assured her. I tried to pretend the redness in...

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Paradise at Mile 0

Posted by on Apr 5, 2013 in Baring Beautiful | 0 comments

Paradise at Mile 0

I can understand why a Key West vacationer would feel compelled to depart their established life with its demands, duties, and drudgeries to move to the Florida island without expectations nor a job awaiting them. Having just returned from a week on the six square mile key that defines itself by wood cottages painted in bright pastel hues, lush foliage and flowering trees, mesmerizing sunsets, and turquoise waters, I’m overcome with a sense of longing to call myself a resident of the aptly named Conch Republic. The Florida Keys are deceptive,...

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The Newspaper Man

Posted by on Feb 11, 2013 in Baring Beautiful | 0 comments

The Newspaper Man

It was early on a Sunday morning, as I stood with a handful of other patient shoppers outside of Trader Joe’s neighborhood market, when I encountered the newspaper man. TJs (as the locals call it) was not yet open for business. Those of us in need of soy milk, almond granola, organic fruits, and cheap, tasty wines waited in a loose semi circle around the front glass doors of the store. I was standing off to the side, amusing myself by people-watching. I spotted a very old Cadillac, faded blue in color with a sun-bleached top, inching ever so...

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