Me, Me, Me!

 

Wow, I don’t know about you,

but talking about myself is really hard to do

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As a child of the 70’s,

I ran barefoot with not a parent in sight down the streets of a little town in the New Jersey Pine Barrens.  I walked the woods, picking wild blueberries, blackberries, and strawberries and ate more than I carried home in my old coffee can.p-mixed-berries-raih7px2n4-1

 

 

 

 

We ice-skated the Boggs and build the most amazing tree forts a kid could dream of.  We hit the ground running after breakfast and came home at dinner when the big bell outside my neighbor’s house rang. 

I spent my teens through early 20’s living at the Jersey Shore, with tall Victorian homes, wrapping front porches and manicured lawns.  

I got my first waitress gig when I was 14, at Bob’s Big Boy 44c0d7521a9e4b75d475f7e3d78a25cb.jpgand learned that service is joy.  Every Summer was spent serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner to hungry tourists while they perfected the ultimate tan and, I reveled in my pale ‘never seen the sunshine’ skin.

Traveling is my love, writing is my passion and, food is my art form.

The Art of Food

I am a self-taught chef loving spices and the magic of butter.  I firmly believe that presentation is everything when serving a meal. Just a few spring greens can make even a simple fried egg a work of art.  (note to self:  Post more pictures of lacey fried eggs)   fried-egg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Passion of  Writing

I began writing seriously when I was in high school  Poems of angst and confusion flowed from my #2 pencil. Stories of otherworldly wonder and twisting timelines poured from my mind onto the page.  

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A supportive and unconventional teacher – Mr. Beebe if you’re still out there, a deep bow of gratitude and grace – told me that I had a gift.  He encouraged me to write and share my words and worlds.

 

 

 

A Lover named Travel 

I married, for the first time, young and discovered a lover who has never let me down – travel.  We explored most of Europe with backpacks and tight budgets; Germany, Greece, Yugoslavia – does anyone even remember Yugoslavia? -Holland, Belgium, France, UK, and Canada. 

wanderlustangel.jpgSo many adventures, cultures, people and, breathtaking views that still fill my heart with wonder and love. For 17 years we lived the life of freewheeling wanderlust angels. But, that came to an end when our paths began to diverge. Basically, I started to climb the corporate ladder and he didn’t.  He found another lover who was willing to wander with him. I jumped on the train into New York city and bowed to the Gods of Mid-town.

 

Traveling within… Transformation as a way of life

 

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Eventually, I met my soul-mate, my unconditional love, my knight in shining armor, my constant companion and partner in parenthood, my gunslinger – Roland.  I moved to the great, long California coast and for the first time in my life lived in a real city, San Diego.  We had a son, built a life, moved 8 times in 10 years and became a packing Goddess.  Along the way, I learned that I’m not different… I’m just Canadian at heart, aka I’m polite and thoughtful, kind and respectful.

As I put down roots, I began to grow in ways I never knew possible. I learned that personal discovery and traveling within, is a dance that never ends. I have dedicated my life and love to exploring the gifts of humanity, my own and others.

 

 

Life stories are simple, complex and, full of unexpected treasures 

 

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I’ve served Bruce Springsteen dinner and waved Hi to Julia Chiles.  I’ve sat in meditation with his Holiness The Dalai Lama and 400 other seekers for 3 days in the intimate Roseland Ballroom. He told me, through his interpreter, that I had a gift and to both use it and protect it, I’m still figuring that one out.  

I’ve played in the Base Saxophone in the horn section of a 13 piece blues cover band. And, served heads of state with white gloves and military precision. I’ve skinny dipped in icy pools and lounged in Amsterdam coffee houses. I openly wept at the foot of Van Gogh’s Wheatfield with Crows.  And basked naked on a rock with the Adriatic sea lapping gently at its edges.  

I’ve lived a very very very full life. And I’m am sharing it on a greater stage. I’m ready to share it with you if you’d like to join me in the telling. To learn more about me, my writing and ways to nurture and grow your own writing practice, via the internet or in the SF Bay area … click here for more info on The Muse Writing Club

I’m looking forward to hearing all about your life, love, and passions.

Blessings and Gratitude – Laura

 

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