Creative Meanderings

My ramblings and wanderings through life

  • Between the aromatic spice souks of Marrakech and the cinematic desert views of Ouarzazate, Morocco offers a shift in pace. Experience a culture evolving from aggressive hawking to genuine hospitality. Whether navigating the Atlas Mountains or haggling for treasures, discover why this vibrant destination remains a must-visit.

  • Life is too short to allow toxicity even in the smallest doses to exist near me/you. My life is wonderful. I have worked hard in my own self, in collaboration with my life partner, and in collective sharing with my inner circle and soul friends.

  • I cannot figure out how to allow myself to comfortably accept that it is OK and it is not actually something on which I need to panic. Somehow, my body needs to understand and believe that I remain safe even in these moments of stress because I am no longer a child victim to the whims of adults.

  • Whatever it is, it really doesn’t matter. My visits are brief and I love just spending time with family–holding them dear, giving them love through time and attention, making the most of all the moments.

  • Being nearly 50 has sparked a shift within me, moving beyond the “basics” of self-help toward a necessary fine-tuning. It’s no longer just about managing moods, but about upgrading my tools to cultivate true compassion—softening the defensive shell I’ve worn for years to finally let a deeper kindness take root.

  • Usually, a head cold is my worst nightmare—a rhythmic-breaking, “cry for mom” disaster. But this time, the brain fog became a metaphorical helmet, acting as blinders that narrowed my focus into a productivity streak. From 25 novel pages to new manuscripts, it turns out a rattled brain might be my best collaborator.

  • After a three-year hiatus due to an ankle injury, I returned to the Italian Alps with romantic notions of skiing. While my body held up, a surprising mental shift—anxiety and fear—transformed the meditative joy into a test of endurance. What once brought gleeful abandon now felt heavy, making me question if my passion for the slopes has changed forever.

  • Two weeks ago, I was defrosting by the sea. Today, I’m fueling up on the vibrant energy of the city. 🏙️✨

  • Although you will read this as a new post, I am writing this on a Google Doc since I have finally taken the plunge to update my blog behind the scenes. You may notice a bit different font, coloring, overall view…or you may not!

  • Lately, I have been contemplating my role, my purpose, my existence amongst the living. It’s a regular thing I do without an agenda – i.e. I am not suicidal, just contemplative. A new life purpose statement came to me recently, which I hesitate to share as it is a personal element that once put out into the world can become a weapon to use when one falls short of achieving or personifying an…

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