Remember the bumper stickers that said, “I’d rather be shopping”? Well, I’d rather be talking. I’ve always been a natural talker. I didn’t realize that I was such a character until I got the opportunity to be in the chorus of Wonderful Town my sophomore year of high school. You need to understand that my only motivation for trying out was that there would be boys there. I was attending an all-girls high school (do I really need to say Catholic?) and there were no boys on campus… except during the play. Well, when the curtain went up on opening night all my parents could say was “You’re such a HAM!” I didn’t even know what that meant.
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Sometimes, as a way of relaxing and letting go of the worries of the day, I listen to a guided imagery recording. The faceless voice, accompanied by soothing music, encourages me to imagine a “special place” where I can relax and refresh my spirit. Here’s the story of my secret garden… Legend has it that once upon a time, nestled up in the foothills at the end of a paved city road where it turned into a rough and potholed dirt track, past the abandoned kids’ camp and the rusting reservoir tank, there was a flower nursery. They say that bulbs planted by the nursery owner appear every year, row upon row of sweet blooming narcissus. And I’m here to tell you, it’s true, it’s true! |
 Take a short break and consider the following: “A myth is a fixed way of looking at the world which cannot be destroyed because, looked at through the myth, all evidence supports that myth.” Edward de Bono 
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