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Trampled and Doing Alright
2008-06-06 22:15:00
Last Friday evening turned my insides out.E. showed up to my door with a dozen pink roses and a birthday card. He had just flown in from Florida and I was dressed up for an evening out on the toon. After a quick hug, he announced...E: "I just got a call. A is in the hospital. She got trampled by her horse."I put the roses and card aside and grabbed my purse and an ill feeling overtook me. I can't take another death, I thought to myself. I'm still recovering from losing B. last winter and helping her mom sort out her apartment and things. Blast that horse, I knew I should've discouraged her from taking it after it had killed its last owner.JNET: "Let's go."I didn't say much en route to the hospital. A's condition was a mystery. Her friends that were with her didn't give us much to work with. We drove to Thousand Oaks full of worry.A. had become the darling of the emergency room. Considering that her horse had lost its footing while racing at top speed and A had fa...
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Defying Downward Spirals
2008-05-30 23:23:00
It's Friday and I feel a bit wiped out. A busy weekend stands before me and all I can think about is how to power relax and deal with an overwhelming sense of feeling a bit blue despite my red dress disposition.So much to look forward to this weekend... Like every weekend, I have commitments. Last time a shooting class at the firing range.. this time a fighting class to check out Krav Maga... then straight to a salon to follow a model and take pictures before going on set in Whittier. Meanwhile, I have a friend visiting from Florida... socializing and fun times will stretch into the late evening and spill on to Sunday.Sunday, I plan to make it to church. I need a dose of amen because though I have so many fun things that fill my day including my teaching practice through out the week and three midnight podcasts to host over the week, I've been feeling flat and a shade of indigo.I seem to have booked my self into a space where I have to rigorously own my quiet times in a minut...

PHOTOS: My Metal Dimension
2008-05-20 23:29:00
You might have just as well put me away into a box... a metallic ugly box...My perspective of myself needed alignment, afterall, they were JUST braces. And though I wore them for only 10 months and suffered very little physical discomfort compared to my teen counterparts, my vanity was in pain. I was a grown adult in ortho anti-fashion; braces.Some days I managed to keep my cool cute. Most days I fought with myself for being so shallow.They finally came off, two days before my birthday, just in time to celebrate and not be self conscious of a metallic smile. But I fluctuate in battling habit and unconsciously smile awkwardly under phantom braces. I'm bouncing between the space of shy and not shy.If only I was as accepting as my friends and family of my metal stage than I was of myself. Hip Los Angeles doesn't exactly embrace the extra bling. My friends did their best at encouraging me and their words made them less "visible" as I forgot them while being distracted in the mo...
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The Silence of Me
2008-05-20 00:01:00
My life is a constant celebration of challenge and thankfulness that it only makes sense that the parades and toastings meet their balance in the silence that is me.My birthday this year has been phenomenal thus far... the challenges that are put up against my heart makes me wonder if I will burst. My car is broken and stalled in San Diego and I am using my mother's car in the meantime. Mom just had surgery and is on the mend staying with my brothers. She was having a terrible time over it and was awful to take care of over Mother's Day Weekend... She's much better now but not without jumping some hurdles. Romancing LA is now podcasting 3 midnights a week at blogtalkradio so that I may practice more rigorously my public speaking skills while balancing out my teaching practice and personal fun time on a pin. I have yet to grow my discipline with writing... to eventually publish that book of mine.Laughter... and lots of it personify the spirit of my family and friends. There...
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Super Girl Solitude
2008-05-17 20:34:00
While others look forward in anticipation of upcoming events and occassions, I look forward to my next occassion to be alone.I have a date with myself on Monday at 1am. To be alone again is an EVENT in itself.ONE A.M. is when I'll have completed podcasting for the evening... prior to podcasting, I'll be dancing and taking a salsa class with friends, before dancing, I'll be modeling for my photographer friend and taking a few pix myself ;)My "priors" and "befores" do not end there...Prior to helping my friend with her photography class homework, I'll have attended a self-defense/fighting class for 3 hours... I'll have waken up, fed and dressed myself by 8am in order to commute to my class. I'm sure you all think.. soo what? It's an active life and waking up to get to a morning class that I get to attend for free..is no big deal... She'll be on the fast train until 1am.. How fun!As it is, I am writing on stolen time. I ought to be cleaning the apartment because I'm havin...
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Living The Super Girl Life
2008-05-17 03:49:00
It's my birthday week and the champagne toast life has bumped up a notch.Life is dizzying full and bubbly.As if it is enough that I am podcasting Romancing LA THREE midnights a week... and teaching my private students and enjoying my piano practice... as if it is enough that I want to go dancing at least twice a week to practice my salsa chops, make time for friends and family while juggling visits to yoga and pilates..And it is enough.I am enjoying it all. From facing off and laughing with mom over the tensions of taking care of her since her surgery, to chasing two year old nieces and nephews with tickles.. The parents' praise and the rocky practice paths of my students make for my work into play. And late nights followed by naps make waking into the next day an adventure.A happier adventure still if I remember to keep a full glass of water near by all the time, make sure my cell phones has enough bars, and be ready to switch ON at moment's notice though I crave solitude and...
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Waiting On Inspiration
2008-04-26 23:48:00
He loves me... he loves me not yet... he loves me... he loves me not yet...My muse has been MIA and still I am happy. A moment of missing him and sadness would come across me but a new moment would wash the feelings away.I stopped writing. Looking at my archives, I see I've gone away for quite awhile. I've come back from my proverbial bermuda triangle where many wacky things occurred. I danced into a new world and gained a couple of new friends.JNET: "Now if I can only squeeze you two into one person that is irresistibly kissable, then I have found true love."I battle that side of me that looks upon salt shaker coupledom with skepticism. Isn't my true love "art"? Solitude had been my best friend.... a happy relationship supported by friends likewise engaged in their art, livimg lives that center around work that is synonymous to play and passion. We socialize over rehearsals, concerts, recitals, cd and book release parties... Not anti-social... perhaps just striving to be...
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Romancing LA
2008-04-22 21:11:00
You would think that after six straight months of doing a blogtalkradio show that a habit had been established. One show a week did not guarantee a habit. I feel off step and chose to dance instead, hitting up the salsa scene, ran around with friends and enjoyed adventures that rendered me unprepared to do my show.Romancing LA slid to the backseat of my life. And somehow Guilt settled into the passenger seat."It's good to take a break." "I want to choose a new time slot." "I only want to do my show if I am well prepared." "I did not have internet access to do my show." "I was busy"A litany of excuses grew. And then the calls and emails from my friends began..."How's your show going?" "When's the next show?" "What's going on?"I missed doing my show and the guilt of separation was hurting. Not only was I not doing a show... I had also taken a break from writing. I was experiencing a whole new world and not writing of it. I had even taken a break from practicing the ...

POEM: Lost Poet
2008-04-05 00:04:00
I wandered and didn't realize I was lostLaughed the days awayDaisy chains and wild bouquetsBloomed and I have forgotten the jokeCan I retrace my steps and discover againThe altar of my inspiration?Was it your love or was it my loveThat was the source of salvation?A lingering cadence, a quiet candleKeeps a corner warm for what?To remind me of from where I have comeOr to reprimand me of what I have not?Quiet muse, never been forgotten museYour favor I seek and dream to find anewEvery evening passed, I sent word to youHas this poet strayed far from view?My words swayed with songs,My hands spoke through new limbsBrought to movement by a humble museI danced and laughed with you in mindWas it my pen that kept us true?Dear muse, accept my poem...A lingering cadence, a quiet candleKeeps a corner warm for what?To remind me of from where I have comeOr to reprimand me of what I have not?What is poet without a muse, and a muse without its poet?Copyright ©2008 J. R. Hollyday
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Nightcaps and Pajamas
2008-04-03 21:42:00
We didn't quite cute it out in baby dolls...The flash of fun had to take a new turn... Katana's with friends for dinner, dancing and drinks at Social, ... lots of haha and rah rah...After a week of miscellaneous wildness and art galleries, I was ready to jump off the Hollywood chic wagon and walk again to my own drum beat.. This little kitty girl was longing for the comfort and security of home and pajamas.I enjoyed the beginning of a quiet evening with my roommate B and pal E for dinner - happy to cook and play board games at home. And then a bit of air gushed in from Beverly Hills through the front door.C: "Jnet, let's go out."JNET: "I'm not going anywhere unless I can wear my pajamas."C: "Fine."My friend had just returned from a gala event, dressed in silk black dress, jewelry and finery from Beverly Hills' boutiques. I was in no mood to join the hip masses and my mind was made. I had already played dress up all week. I'd rather clean my room or laze about home in pin...
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Undisappearing Myself
2008-03-28 18:37:00
I didn't fall in love with anyone in particular. ... but I fell in love with a world. So much so that I haven't had time to write, to blog, to podcast.Pretty intense.As much as my world had expanded and I was dancing on top of it, parts of it exploded as if to test me if I had the wherewithall to keep standing and keep going. New friends, parties, studying dance brought in new adventures. Life already felt lux and then I moved up to a new thread count.My roommate L was not happy with it. Contempt.... is not something that I keep regularly in my emotional vocabulary. But it was what I became alarmingly present to everytime I crossed paths L. Her two month stay stretched to the six month point... where I recommended that she start looking to move out... L wore down her welcome mat to the bare threads by playing musical jobs and imposing her financial struggles upon me. Her personal and social life was a mystery to me. I never lived with someone so abrasive who consistently jabbed wi...

Love is Freedom
2008-01-22 21:23:00
I know I can be quite a pill sometimes... but so can everyone else on the planet. My favorite pill, the mathematician, is quite a work. I don't know what to do about how I feel but I know that my affections expand pass his most unflattering moments. It is what it is.He is half dream, half reality these days. He's been the most intriguing friend to cross my path. In the space of his absence, I've learned that love/friendship needs no validation to exist. Love exists freely by its own volition. Fireworks are still fireworks without the flame. Fireworks are still fireworks when stored in a box waiting for July.I wish I could easily madly fall in love with someone other than the mathematician. Why not take the wonderful lessons and inspirations I learn about love and friendship from life and see what LIFE has to offer? But the prospects have been less than friendly. Less friendly than the invisible mathematician and less friendly than the friends I spend my time with. Shocking.I fo...
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Hello 2008
2008-01-02 08:47:00
Heartfelt words..... Originally uploaded by cattycamehome Here's to toasting to a new beautiful year.More to come....shortlyJNET
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Was That Christmas That Zipped Right By?
2007-12-26 10:53:00
It is DAY THREE of my time away from Los Angeles and I am still working on unwinding.Before leaving LA, I was living the mad dash to get things "wrapped up". So was everyone else. Way too many of the parents of my students missed their regular appointments and asked that I make up their missed lesson. I didn't see why I owed them a lesson for missing their own commitments but had no wish to create a rift to end the year... and so I skipped eating all together and lived on coffee to spend what little personal time I had to "make up" lessons while fitting in rehearsals and completing projects and wrapping gifts to prepare to leave town to visit my family for a week.I didn't have any sleep for over 36 straight hours and I lost a lot of weight. On the couple days that I did get some sleep, I only got 5 hours and then I was working again.... or waiting... and wondering where my students were as I arrived to empty homes and studios."But we paid for the lesson and you owe us a less...
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Bah Humbug
2007-12-23 12:22:00
I lived on coffee this week.I didn't bother with too much food because when my schedule is particularly tight, I'm not a eat an run girl and therefore skip on food. My schedule went upside down with parents forgetting to bring their child to their piano appointment. I spent way too much time than I cared for waiting when I would have rather done other things... like laundry, sleep, eat, and of course ... Christmas shop.And so I taught at times that were normally meant to be my personal time... Time to sleep, eat, do laundry, errands and drank coffee which I rarely do... and found myself doing my work knowing that I hadn't slept in over 36 hours.I don't know if they understood my forthrightfulness when I explained the inconvenience of making up their missed commitments on my personal time... They were hellbent that I somehow OWED them my time since they had paid for the lesson. Since over 50% of the parents did not keep their regular time commitment, I didn't feel like taki...

If Bliss is a Beach Then You Are a Tsunami
2007-12-12 20:32:00
I'm having a glorious December despite a few splashes. Splashes that are being labeled as intentional jabs of affection that leave me feeling cold, drained and exhausted. After a while I start to see a certain rhythm and pattern in the waves... or SCRIPT from my Hollyweird personalities in my life. I make the distinction to not call them friends.I adore my friends and have been spending loads of time with them. I even have a favorite guy that I am enjoying attentions from. I've dedicated my last month of podcast to fighting the holiday blues and challenges of this frantic and dynamic last month and have been enjoying having my family calling in to discuss fellow negativity slaying strategy. (Yes, I come from a clan of skilled lemonade makers, bridge builders and negativity slayers.) We are also bomb diffusers. Those close to my heart experience me in a way that makes me think that we have the same dream and vision for the world.Life is a prayer, a meditation... and life is...
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Away White Elephants
2007-12-11 00:40:00
The Chinese have a tradition of writing down their wishes and hanging them on the tree. I have my wishes on the tree... they will continue to hang on my proverbial tree after the holiday stuff is put away. What's your wish? Do you have room for it to come true?The same wishes that I have wished for when I was four are the same wishes I have for my life today. In many ways, the wishes have come true. I've been working my way through the various phases and levels of reality... embellishing on how wonderful it can be yet. It's a fun practice.... concentrating on wishes and dreams and bumping them up the next level. It is like dressing up a simple bowl of vanilla ice cream with lots of extas.I watch others around me concentrate on other things. They are definitely not enjoying a banana split. Life is messy as they concentrate on things that make them angry and frustrated. I don't think they are enjoying a decent lick of life when life is melting all sticky and messy around them. I a...
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A Garden in Mind
2007-12-01 00:11:00
If you saw something beautiful in a garden that you wanted, would you want to take it home for yourself knowing that it would begin dying the day you took it for yourself?How different things could be if understanding patience, love and faith would show that if you allowed that something beautiful to grow that it might bear fruit and seed to ride with the wind and become a garden at whatever good earth you had for it.Yet, how is it that people make promises of their goodness and yet never are generous or are sparingly so., conditionally so... What flower thrives better cut from it roots? What flower delights in meeting with garden scissors and looks forward to sitting in rooms that have no sunshine?Just some thoughts milling through my mind to consider for tomorrow's show on "Romancing LA".JNET
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I'd Rather Dance Alone
2007-11-28 21:11:00
Why does it sometimes have to feel like a battle to be myself?I took some time to step into the sunshine only to meet with gunfire.I had no idea that there was a war going on. I didn't know there was something terribly wrong that needed some righting.The terribly wrong thing is my not being tied and gagged into a romantic relationship. That "something wonderful" that is being wished on me is that certain romance that I am willing to give up my music, my writing and my dance studies so that I can enjoy being a portable, adaptable all-inclusive entertainment system and put my personal therapist skills to "real" use. I would love to welcome a romance but don't see any point in entering the gates of love via uninspiring berating.Is that the way of the world and I am totally off step?Are people being successful at love through guilt trips, emotional shake downs and manipulative seductions?Geez... I have been MISSING OUT being single. I've been having so much fun with my piano, my ...
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In Between the Silence
2007-11-15 13:42:00
There is only music.Resting takes up more time that I'd like to afford. My attempts at calming down my life seems meager. Life keeps singing and my moments of silence are melodies at pianissimo.Living is a daily destruction and construction.A forced bedrest in the hospital taught me to be more mindful of my limits. I am also more mindful of keeping unhealthy though sometimes well meaning distractions at a distance. Unless the tension is interesting and inspiring, I have no space for random dissonance.Luna's unexpected death into the sonata of the season tore my heart out. She was a song that branded herself on any soul that crossed her path. In a world that seems to be busy in the tuning phase before a show, it was refreshing to make a friend that felt warmed up to the world and just put her voice out there.I felt I was able to understand her after a few bars. Maybe that is just the way it is.. you hear someone clearly when they make themselves clear to you.Or maybe her me...
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The Extraordinary Mind That Speaks to Me
2007-10-26 15:21:00
The walls at the car wash, restaurants, and burrito stand all have the ubiquitous actor/model headshot row.You want to have a heart-to-heart, get-deep conversation?Bonding over sharing a shortcut through the canyons, recommending a wine bar, raving over a massage therapist, yoga class or place to get your hair done or get a pedicure is just the icebreaker.Yet, I manage to be surprised by the artic chill I meet upon some people who cooly embrace the ice talk. I am surrounded by beautiful people and yet experience no warm fuzzies in the common-ness of hotness.Come on now, I am listening... patiently as if waiting upon an instrument that is being tuned, curious to hear its voice. But I am not here because of the instrument, the repetoire, or the stage. I am here for the artist; the musician.Who sits unaware of an audience. Tuning without listening and practicing without passion...I don't want to be that way. There are some days when constant reminding toward awareness is necessary.....
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More Than a Headshot
2007-10-25 15:18:00
He is beautiful... talented.. educated.It was sad and yet I felt it was too easy to walk away.... slightly charmed but uninspired. Was it me? Was it him?Maybe I made him nervous.. But isn't everyone nervous a tad before getting on stage? I sometimes feel absolutely ILL.How did he translate before my eyes? Imagine a photographer having a beautiful subject pose... but the subject had no poise. Imagine a dance but the music couldn't be decided upon. Imagine a painting, finished but not framed.I took many "pictures" and each moment seemed to be nuanced by shades of color that surprised me. Ambition colored with cynicism. Visions of wealth and success jaded by a disdain for people who are wealthy and successful. And I wondered if he was listening to himself... how "generous" he was with sharing his uncertainties... how stingy he was with celebrating his dreams.The stage is cleared again... I learned lessons on this particularly cold stage... people are fascinating... delicate ... st...

Turning Three
2007-10-23 11:20:00
Jnetsworld is a toddler and is definitely getting into new things, exploring the world of possibilities. Thanks to many encouraging words from readers, the love and support has expanded me to stretch beyond writing. I am now practicing my public speaking at Romancing LA.***********************************FAT HER WOLF: "Jnet shares of her self and we are the richer for it."GABRIEL2178: "Another fantastic example of a stumbler with a point of view who knows how to get it across. Fantastic photos and a real insite into a fantastic mind. A must for people looking for real people on the internet."EVOLUTION RULES: "JNET has a golden heart and writes a lovely, personal journal."SYNCOPATE: "I feel uncomfortable reading Jnet's pages sometimes. I feel like a voyeur. She tells us of her experiences with life in an intimate manner. She sheds layers of consciousness as one might shed one's clothes. Her desire: to transcend while staying well grounded(?) I could be wrong about that, though...

A Stretch Away From Solitude
2007-10-21 21:19:00
Slow... slow ... quick quick ... slow..Next week is my last week of tango class.. the instructor is going to switch it up to Viennese Waltz to mix things up for a bit this November. So many fun things to do... and so little time!I am enjoying my teaching practice. My students are a pleasure to be with and I feel energized after my teaching sessions. If I could just only live on music, writing and dance....I suppose I tried and did not succeed. Not having any hungers other than for art, I pushed my body where I mentally could go but not with my body. I fainted while teaching and spent last weekend in the hospital on a mandatory bedrest.This week of "taking it easy" has been challenging. ALL of my friends live similarily FULL and intensive lives. How does one slow down on a lifestyle that has been set since before high school? I never was the type to sit down to a ritual of watching television for a couple hours a day. I've ALWAYS had rehearsals or some sort of practicing, reading or...
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A League of Angels
2007-10-08 23:09:00
MOM: "Everyone has a guardian angel looking after them. Do you pray to your guardian angel?"JNET: "I don't have a guardian angel, Mom, I have a league of angels."I didn't know that by the end of the weekend, God was going to tickle me again and prove that my league was looking out for me.Should I go down to San Diego for my niece's birthday for a second consecutive weekend away from home? I called her and asked about her plans. Will she be too busy with her friend, I wondered. The question was easily cleared with a phone call to her. She wanted me to be there.And so I purchased another set of train tickets and planned for a nice Friday evening ride staring at cars in traffic while I whisked by.Friday night came but my 7:18pm train didn't. An incident up the track was delaying my train. It was a cold night and I hadn't prepared for sitting out in the evening cold. I made friends with my fellow popsicles and after a third call to Amtrak, we all decided to abandon hanging out f...
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Snake At A Picnic
2007-10-03 17:26:00
A venomous conversation.That is what it felt like to be in the presence of J, a woman who wrapped herself around a person tightly before biting. I ran away for safety from her 'friendship' years ago and was happy when she moved out of state.She found me again this past weekend at a picnic she knew I would be attending. She came upon me like a snake in the grass. First, she sat among my cousins and made trivial conversation and then asked about me."J is looking for you. She was asking questions." Several people approached me when I arrived to the event.I eventually spotted her and unfortunately found I was already targeted. Not wishing to have to entertain a conversation with someone I had clearly broken ties with, I wondered if she would be able to read that I didn't exactly have a welcome mat posted in front of me for her.Wouldn't half a dozen people sent to me as messengers and ignored be clue enough?It wasn't. After all her messengers failed at their mission, she took...
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Tango-ing Thoughts
2007-09-27 21:25:00
Slow... slow... quick quick... slow..Promenade, grapevines, rock, lock, box, ochos, serpentines...I am loving the choreography sequence being taught at my tango class.But as I visit tango world for my dancing fix, studying how to use the body in a skilled art form, I am conscious of the fact that I am surrounded by salt shakers, that ubiquitous presence of pairs. Though I am grateful to "borrow" a guy for a dance, I become aware that perhaps my singularity is peculiar.But I am a girl who goes to weddings, baby showers, and restaurants ALONE. And tango is for salt shakers ultimately.It's been two weeks since I've seen the mathematician. We've since retreated to our work, the serenity of personal solitudes and I am still struck by the aftereffects of his presence. Still, I had a great evening with JC who made me a dinner that put me on the moon and I enjoy the hellos of several sweet.... potential shakers?What is tango doing to me?Hmm... maybe I should've signed up for flamen...
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Ego Kidnaps Idio
2007-09-26 21:39:00
This Saturday's show on Blogtalkradio will be about idiosyncrasies... those cute little quirks that make you special. I woke up at 8:59 for last week's show. The show begins at 9 am every Saturday morning. To say the least, I winged it and was able to pull the show off and find that doing a part II will do the subject justice.Quirks.We have our own special quirks... But what happens when your EGO takes your cute quirks and make little monsters of them? What if your affinity for quiet time and independence renders you into a seasonal hermit? What if your self-reliance and confidence turns into self-absorption?My particular quirk is my love for solitude. Despite the fact that I have a wonderful teaching practice coaching 30+ private students on the piano, despite the fact that I am in a weekly tango class and involved with another dance company, despite the fact that I am involved with church, family obligations and have a circle of close friends.... I am a loner and an introve...

Life Loves Me
2007-09-20 10:25:00
September is ushering in so much love into my life that it feels like God is tickling me silly.I have sooo many new people in my life. I am absolutely charmed. I've gained almost a dozen new private students whose personalities have endeared themselves to me that I find it hard to entertain thoughts of packing up and moving back east.I'm still doing "Tango til Midnight" dance class with the goth crowd. I've just arrived home and I have a BSF class in the morning that I'm looking forward to at 9:00am. Life is busy... incredibly busy. And yet I manage my private time to write, read a book and play the piano.I am tackling the Iberia Suite by Isaac Albeniz. It's not easy but it is a nice obsession during my quiet time.As I romance life, I find that life opens up more possibilites before me."What do you want? What is your wish?" Life asks..."I want joy, creativity, abundance, growth, love, fun and adventure." I say.And in being present to the possibility of magic in a spont...

Jnetsworld Keeps Moving and Grooving
2007-09-17 23:14:00
So there! I've nixed jnetworld from blogtalkradio.I decided to evolve it to simply "Romancing LA". I want it to grow to a show about romancing life and not necessarily just about my life. A conversation between fellow lovers of life, negativity slayers, bridge builders and lemonade makers.A community of rugged angels that trek this world from Los Angeles and beyond that are creating lives as works of art that speak of beauty, elegant, compassion...Calling all rugged angels, please introduce yourselves at myspace and call in to say hello so that I may put a voice to you at Romancing LA.What the heck is a piano teacher doing hosting a radio show?I host this show because I'm more than a piano teacher. I write but I am more than a writer. I dance because I am more than a dancer. I do many things; I am many things and write of living on multi-dimensions of experience and thought.And parts of me struggle everyday to throw in proverbial little towels or tissues at the many possibil...
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