tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81806942009-11-10T19:12:39.905-08:00This is Cynde's Space, a blog filled with the thoughts and ramblings of a self-proclaimed Renaissance girl who lives in the desert.Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-34088231857845157712009-11-10T18:56:00.000-08:002009-11-10T19:12:39.922-08:00

Tonight I went to my first writing group in a couple of years. It was a freeing feeling. I savor the opportunity to talk about writing with other people who have the same fiery flames as I do. Sitting on a patio at a restaurant in the middle of the city, the sound of breaks, buses, horns in the background while we discuss words and thoughts on an art that brings my soul to life. Energy. Passion.

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This week was my birthday and I was not too happy about facing another year olderwhen the week began. I was reflecting on the past year on Monday and was just feeling like I hadn't done everything I had wanted to. Lunch with a friend on Monday helped change my attitude a bit, but then I went into a melancholy lull with the weather.Tuesday flew right by (not without a lovely card and gift from my

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It must be Autumn. I am sitting on my patio this evening with a cool breeze brushing against my cheek. There is a wonderful wrapping quiet outside with smidgens of the football game on the TV inside the house slipping out to lick at my ear. It must be Autumn. I am having that lovely heaviness that hits me when it becomes cooler outside. I become reflective on my life at this time of the year and

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After a pretty hard week, this weekend was wonderful and exactly what I needed. I took Friday off and used the day to prep for a dinner party we were having on Saturday - IKEA, Target, Jo-Ann's, and Party City. Rachel arrived in town around lunch time and we took it easy until we had to leave for Tucson to see Pink Martini at the Rialto Theatre. What an amazing show! They were just so fantastic..

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Creative juices is so kitschy, but it is the best way to describe what has been going on so far this weekend. Creativity has been bounding and hopping all over the place and I love it. I haven't been in this place for a while.Yesterday, I spent the morning playing guitar and creating musically. Then, last night, I visited with a few friends for drinks and conversation. I ended up walking around

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It all started in an innocent enough way. Dinner with a friend at a lovely little local latin (oooh, alliteration) restaurant, complete with twinkle lights and hippie servers. After much discussion about various topics personal and impersonal, it was time to put down my proposal. We've both been making note of our lack of weight loss and perhaps a pudge here and there (usually while sharing a

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It has been a challenging week to say the least, but the clouds parted today and I am on cloud 9. It was one of those days where I started out feeling blue (even wore a bright color to cheer me up), but then things just turned around and by the end of the day I was grinning ear to ear. I owe a lot of the happiness to my friends, starting with my staffperson Jo who had me laughing when I got into

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Today was a tough one. A serious contrast to the wonderful, relaxing day I had yesterday. After rowing class, I came home to see Jasmine, my geriatric dog, lying on the floor with her legs sprawled in front of her; she was unable to lift herself. You could see the frustration in her large brown eyes. She was straining and whining, looking up at me and asking for help. It broke my heart. Since she

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I cannot put two ideas together in a linear fashion so I am just relying on random numbered questions and ponderings. Please read with an open mind.1. Why, oh, why does that couple at dance have to hog the dance floor? There are at least 12 couples in the class and there is a huge dance floor for all of us to share, but the showy couple that also likes to goof off has to take over and impede on

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The death of an important doctor this last weekend has been weighing very heavily on my mind. First, it is just the image of a man ushering at church just as he would every Sunday and seeing a man come toward him with a gun. I can imagine the congregation hearing the shots fire and echo through the sanctuary. "What could that be?" Next, a sweating and anxious young man coming to get his wife in

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So, we started our first night in the combination ballroom dancing class we are taking through the city. It was so much fun! We learned the East Coast Swing tonight. What could be better than looking into the face of my best friend (my husband) and dancing to Glen Miller? Um, nothing. I can't wait to see what the next 6 weeks of classes hold for us. We really want to practice in between classes

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Yesterday I went to the movies with a friend and then we decided to go into the nearby mall. I recently lost more weight and my shorts from last summer no longer fit and I'm in need of some shorts (I live in hot and dry Arizona; they're a must). Well, I had some surreal moments of dealing with a new reality as it relates to my body while on our shopping spree.Perhaps I should back up a bit. When

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Every note, every chordit plays upon my heartThe music reaches inplucking my very soulWhat is this power?What is this intensity thattakes over me?A sustaining noteA power chordA short ping as the artist's fingersgo down the strings, changing the chordDeep downI long to be that guitarSinging with a clear voice out into the dark nightfilling the world with a joy and lightEmotion and energyall

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...yes, nothing in particular. This is very important. So, be sure to pull out your notepads.I am sitting in my quiet house, listening to semi-sad music. Darn adorable couple from the movie, Once. They made an album and I am addicted to it. It is along the lines of Sarah McLachlan. That perfect CD for a candlelit bath for one. Maybe a few healthy tears and then laying on your bed staring up at

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This afternoon, I had lunch with a friend. We were talking about being driven and methodical. I always thought that was me. A Type A who had to be in control and always have things done in a just-so kind of way. But, I know there is a free spirit in here -- deep inside me.I actually feel more comfortable giving over to the free-spirited side of myself. I tend to be happier and experience new

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Last Wednesday was the beginning of Lent. I had been thinking, thinking days before Ash Wednesday about what I was going to give up for forty days. And, of course, I decided on Tuesday that I would give up bread so that I would give up something that would help me lose weight.While we sat in the pew at church, the smell of wax in the air, I listened to our pastor talk about Lent and the sign of

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Tonight, I was reading a book and my mind started to wander. Ever sit back and think about the evolution of the relationships you have with other people? I have close friendships with people who only a year ago were simple acquaintances. After, we found out we were fellow foodies, we started to go out to dinner together one time a month. Now, we are all so close and we confide in one another much

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Everyone is all abuzz about this movie. And, unlike the swarm that followed Titanic, Slumdog Millionaire really is a brilliant piece of cinema (no offence Kate and Leonardo). I saw the movie the first time with Ryan and then saw it again this last weekend with my mum. The editing in the movie is superb, the music is delightful, and the story is one mixed with harsh reality and love. I adore this

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I was listening to the Diane Rehm show this morning and was captivated by Ben Sherwood's discussion on survivors. He has the Survivor IQ test. I took it and I was a realist. Take the test and see what you get.

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Yes, I am reading The Chronicles of Narnia and loving them all over again. I am nearly finished reading all of the books and of all of the characters, I fell in love with Reepicheep.His passion and his bravery to do what is right inspired me. He was the smallest character, but always the first to stand up to injustice or to defend his friends. That kind of courage is admirable.I want to be a

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There. I've said it and put it down in writing.I signed into Twitter today and decided to search around for authors and people I thought would be worth following. Omigosh! I got sucked into the vortex of the social networking blackhole.I did pull myself out safely (and with only a few abrasions). I am excited to say that I am now following Neil Gaiman, Whole Foods and Wil Wheaton. Nothing to

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Confetti, confetti, confetti, and a bit of champagne bubbles! It is a new year! And, please I ask that it be a little less eventful than last year. Well, eventful on the good things like vacation and new experiences is great, but spending hours in the hospital is something I can do without (unless I am pregnant and giving birth -- that will be okay).I was contemplating putting down my resolutions

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So it has been a while since I took the time to write in my blog. Life has been happening and my blog is what has suffered. There have been multiple blessings in my life over the past several months. Since this is the Lenten season I thought it would be the perfect time to count out some of my blessings...here are some...1. A sweet, kind, loving husband.2. Got married to the love of my life in a

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Wow! It has been a long time. I am ashamed to see how much I have neglected my precious blog. But, I guess that is what happens when life gets in the way. And, it really has gotten in the way lately...in a glorious way.Let's see...January was a mixture of horrible, horrible, horrible, and wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. The month started off with facing the reality of troubled finances at work

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Wisdom. Today was a day of wisdom and letting the energy of that wisdom rise to the surface, allowing it to be. And, this was not in the face of difficulty or a demon (which I think is usually the case). It arose at a time of peace and happiness...the one time that many of us fear truth and wisdom the most.I am so horribly hard on myself; judgmental and critical. I have always felt that it was a

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