Snow Dayzzz!

Hello loves! 

Yesterday Mother Nature blessed us with the prettiest snow day ever!  So I'm here sharing some picks of our walk in the snow! 

Here comes the sun!

My back yard!

Bugs not going anywhere! Ha ha

No mail today!

I'm behind those doors, snuggled up by the fire! 

Looking back up my hill. 

My house is hidden by the trees! 

Fluffy snow doesn't last long but it was fun while it lasted! Yah for snow days! 

The circle of Juliet.

Sitting here attempting to rid my mind of thoughts, you swam across my mind in a endless sea of chaotic random knowing.  Feeling compelled to regurgitate the wisdom feeling immediately related afterwards I write this to you both.  

There is a cycle to things and they can be a never ending black hole or they can lead to the growth of more.  This dance you do at the expense of your daughter is not fitting for everyone in the circle.  The circle that I speak of is her circle, her dance, her life. Within this circle she has you, and her father, and her grandmother and grandfather and me maw and cousins and brothers and sisters and me.  She has danced this circle with us her whole life, learned from us all and tasted a little of every heart.  She has joined us all together within this circle. 

Now here she is about create her own life and you and your girlfriend still decide her circle isn’t that important.  You devalue every soul the divine has given her to guide her path.  You assume her path is yours, he assumes the same.  Yet no one, sees her path is her own.  You relive your distaste of fatherhood through her in resentment and bitterness and he looks for himself to be reflected in her eyes.  Your girlfriend takes from life the sweetness of her own fathers memory but denies the importance of his to Juliet in hypocrisy.   In his refusing to accept your lifestyle, you refuse to accept him to his daughter.  The circle continues….

My part in this circle only matters to her and I.  She and I dance together acknowledging the sadness of the others within the circle.  The healing that is needed and the understanding that time is not what we think it is.  Sometimes she pulls close to one of us and other times she faints away.  There are shadows in the circle.  You and your girlfriend swim all around them and often times try to use them to separate her from the others in the circle.  You hope to weaken the circle but not understanding you weaken her path in the process.  You keep her from being confident and strong and able.  Through emotional tug of wars she is pulled apart and learned a way of fear that will forever be hers.  So she goes along and she learns, how to use the shadows to recreate what she has learned.  Then you and your girlfriend and him, y'all look amazed when what she has become is everything that you are.  

All the gifts in tow that you lay at her feet will never measure the character you bestow.  All the fears you cling to of separation will never put her heart at rest, she will run.  I ask myself what if you and your girlfriend really don’t care about this little life and where she's headed.  What if you really don’t want anything but dishonesty and contempt to ooze from her heart.  Then all my words here seem in vain and not even God himself can wake you up to see, your only enemy is within your own heart.  How often the sins of the mother and father get thrown in the lap of the child. The child picks them up and has to learn her own walk and what tools have you supplied her with?  The open mind you swore she would have with the exception of closing it to anyone but you?  The disrespect for her father that you have for your own? How are any of these tools gonna make her heart sing?  How will she find her purpose among all the ashes?  

Release her.  Release her from your hate, your sting.  Release this little one and let her have her wings.  She dreams, such dreams of freedom from this circle.  This circle that was meant to protect and guide and now she finds this circle her cage.  You fight for independence and to be seen to be valued.  How can this be in tearing apart her circle?  There are others in this circle with you, your girlfriend and her father.  I speak for them, for us, that have certain jobs with this little one that no one cares about.  Look through our eyes just once.  Everyone is losing her.  Soon she will fly away.  The one that changes their life , the one that decides the hate must stop, that’s the one… the one that really loved her.  

5 Important Life Questions.

     

     My recent all out search for the proper Yoga training has been filled with endless days of surfing the net.  Each training I come to contains parts that fit and others that just seem like useless worldly babel to take my money.  So the search continues.  Shall it be Hawaii, Florida, Colorado or California?  Yes I seem to have narrowed it down to those few locations.  

     In my search I stumbled upon a subject of interest from years ago that I can still remember thinking, “if I ever had the chance, I would do THAT!”   it is Tibetan Bon Buddhist, YANTRA YOGA.  This particular type of yoga teacher training is very ancient dating back to the 8th century.  How many times have you been to a yoga class and felt like you just didn’t get what you expected on a spiritual level?  No, I’m not Buddhist, but I’m not anything but everything.  I do respect each teaching and feel led in this way.  Yantra Yoga is a combining of asana, breath and chanting.  It uses Sacred Geometry, astrology and numerology in an combined effort toward mystical yoga.  In my research I also stumbled across five amazing questions from a teaching by the Ligmincha Institution, The True Source of Healing.  I started reading about the elements and each question was a light going off, truly an…AHA moment.  

     I know the teachings are buddhist by design but we can loan them to all the parts of our lives and be gifted a wonderful teaching, healing light of truth.  I especially think when these questions are asked regarding our relations with others they can open doors we otherwise would have missed.  I believe our relationships are our purpose.  Relationship to the divine, relationship to our families, friends, places and the world.  We are ultimately  here for each other, like it or not.  In understanding the collective tone, healing relationships should be always a priority.  Here are the questions below.  I only ask that you think upon each one and let it resonate with your heart.  Seek to not blame another, but to know your own soul.  These questions could be asked in relation to anything in your life, not just people, but jobs and places and other areas you might feel a heaviness.  Know that if you answer no to any of the questions, then the opposite probably rings true in your life.  If you can’t connect then you feel lonely, ungrounded, etc…  

Am I able to connect, to feel a part of?  (This is the earth element).

Do I have a sense of ease and comfort? (This is the water element).

Am I enthusiastic and excited about my life? (This is the fire element).

Do I have movement, growth/ Transformation? (This is the air element).

Do I have tensions or feel closed up inside, smothered? (This is the element of space).

I will continue my search and keep you updated when I can.  Love and light to you all.

-xoxo

Teresa Ann

Sending the vibes!

It was a wonderful day today.  I woke up facing the world a little on the sleepy side but aware and with a tiny little spot of excitement in my solar plexus.  I have decided to chase a dream and ever since, seems my spirit has been responding appropriately.  I don't even think I'm really present in the world when my thoughts are so far from here. Every tiny little step I take, removes me even more.

Today, I walked up front to deliver some paperwork to a fellow co-worker and I couldn't stop smiling.  I could actually feel love all around me.  There was no one in particular to credit for this splendid moment.  I just have been meditating and releasing and listening.  I asked for my path to be made clear and a little more narrow so that I might not go this way or that, but hold fast when the obstacles come.   Seems I've been here a million times before, swaying with the winds of change.  This time, it's different.  I'm different.  Love is all about me.

I thought about all the things I love and have been made aware of lately.  I'm constantly amazed at what's being poured out for me and what was always available to me even when I felt most alone.  Here are a few of my realizations.

 Happiness is always a choice away. 

  Sometimes when I see my son smile, I get a little teary-eyed, love running over.

 Still small moments in the morning, gathering my thoughts, a cup of tea.

  High notes on a piano balancing my chakras like a music box, making me feel five yrs. old.

  Courtney walking through the door, her eyes on mine.

  Forgiveness. Bad things come that make you think the love goes away, then forgiveness comes
     and you realize the love didn't go away, it got bigger.

  Knowing I'm most ok in my own skin when I'm near my brother and little sister.  Like medicine.

 Every single answer is inside me.

 The sunshine, oh my word, the sunshine....

 Acting on faith.  It's addicting and amazing to see Gods love for me.

Hope everyone has a good night. I leave you with this sweet song that has always been one of my favorites in my moments of solitude. Sending the vibes! xoxo

Bobcat Medicine and Me

     I thought today I would like to take a vow of silence.  Bow out gracefully from actually speaking to others.  Spend some time with this bobcat in my dreams and let him show me the way.  That’s what he’s there for right?  That’s why he has come?  Dream after dream, night after night, sitting there watching me.  Waiting.  Like any minute I’m gonna either follow him or run the other way.  He makes it seems so easy, peering into the hidden things.  Yet I never seem to know  my ass from a hole in the ground.  His gaze is steady even as the wind touches his whiskers.  One dream he’s screaming at me, the other he’s gently watching.  Either way I’m being haunted, hunted and it’s not for his dinner but his path. Just speak already and let me sleep.  When you came running wildly at me screaming like you were gonna rip me to shreds, appearing in my face every detail and then jumping past me on the path and disappearing up the mountain; were you angry?  Did my feet go the wrong way, down the path in fear instead of up the mountain to follow you?  You are the patient medicine but somehow I feel even you grow impatient with me.  Yet here I am, pulling at others in great faith of facing fears; forgetting that my own debilitate my walk.  What have you to teach me since you keep intruding my dream space?  What hidden message, what fear are you persistently pleading for me to dispel with those yellow eyes?  Today, my heart skipped many beats and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.  I saw your face, this other-wordly wisdom that I think it scares the living hell out of me but calms the course of my blood flow at the same time.  

     I look out my stained small window that only shows a part of the sky.  I remember Juvenile detention and tip toeing  to reach a tiny bit of sun.  It feels much the same.  The only thing different is now I comply.  Now I sit here waiting for the clouds to part in my little window but they never do, day after day.  Once I was made to hold up in a certain space because others said my spirit was too wild and I wasn’t old enough to taste freedom or to know my own way.  What do I really know now, when truth is, the door isn’t locked this time and still here I sit waiting for someones permission to chase the light.  Yes, Mr. Bobcat, I’d be pissed at me too! 

     I would like to blame my plight and my irregular heartbeat on some mixed blood that didn’t/ couldn’t adhere in the same blood cell.  DNA that refused to splice or be consumed properly.  One side hears the native drum and the other far away places on majestic hillsides, bagpipes in the wind.  The native drum gets louder and louder and so loud on somedays, it splits my head into.  Somedays I feel like I can change the world and this tainted blood spilled land here everyone seems so eager to grab.  Then other days come where I step outside my car and I can smell the stench of fear and pain, apathy and material hell that we’ve all created to make ourselves ok with now.  Then the drum beat slows and like an IV stuck in my vein, I’m paralyzed, diseased and bare. All that I need is a little dream.

     I read that the bobcat path infuriates others.  Oh they smile and pat your head and say…”wow, that’s good medicine”.  When all the while not understanding what they hate the most about it.  Can you please just understand I’m not the bobcat.  He’s just chasing me.  If my stride and his meet in the wilderness on the other side of sleep, it will keep me.  Love is the answer for everything in between. peace. 

Hell week.

Hey all my loves!

So it's been a rough few weeks with the work load.  Seeing the light tho, so I'm gonna keep on moving through it.  To help with the winter blahs, blues and stress for the week I've adopted some pretty cool songs.  Posted down below, check them out!  Have a groovy, vibe weekend! xoxo

My Creative Rebellion

     My statement of redefined new-age individual religion.  

I will not go down at the hands of a government insisting they know how to treat my disease with their chemicals and greed.  I will not suppose a church can house my faith yet withhold equality in gender without a mind/body/spirit connection.   I will not allow a popular opinion to seduce my mind and belittle my own thinking until I cannot think for myself at all.  No, you may not use the race card because if you ever truly want prejudice to end instead of punishing, no matter my color or yours or what ancestor did this or that to the other.  Move on, move up in consciousness.  I will respect my elders but I will not carry a single fear-based choice of life reason.  No, I will soar!  I will not look back to the traditions of men but forward to the heavens of eternal divine bliss.  I will clap my hands and I will sing and move my soul to the rhythm that is within me.   I will embrace all that God wants for me, planned for me and desires for me, without labels, poisons, or misinterpreted creeds.  My love will be free and not dictated by this movie or that one or any so called, "superstar".  I will wear my heart well and daily dust off the distractions of this world, the evil doers and the misguided failings of blame and ego.  I will dance in the sunrise and hold the broken.  I am in this world but not of it. 

I am free!

Strawberry Tea in the a.m.

Rise and shine my loves! 

I'm starting this day out appeasing my Vata Dosha with some Strawberry Tea.  Always, always, always, start the day with something warm in your tummy to kick start the digestive system.  Remember, anything cold slows it down and anything warm speeds it up. 

Chop up some Strawberries and throw them in a pot to boil for just a few moments.  Strawberries have tons of healthy nutrients that dispel any air and help with immunity. 

Happy Weekend! 

-Teresa Ann

Surviving a Saturn Opposition

Is there anyone out there that knows what surviving a Saturn Opposition really entails?  Well, let me tell ya...It's harder than that time I accidentally hit a family of skunks in my new car, harder than raising kids, and 10x harder than a forty eight hour yoga class of warrior poses being taught by your most cruel enemy, (and don't act like you have never had one!)  That should give you some idea of what my past two years has been like.   Like it wasn't hard enough just turning forty. 

     I have emerged from this madness composed and whole, though different and braver than I've ever been.  This blog quote says it perfectly because at this point in my life... anything is possible, maybe even probable as I tilt my head and kick up my lip while writing this.

     When the transiting Saturn dances with your natal Saturn it's a promise that you will learn something, face something or just out and out be forced to look into the mirror of your karma, eyes wide open.  Who in the hell wants to ever do this?  What happened to the past being the past?  Well, no it actually isn't like all the self help books and therapist like to portray  There's no such thing as forgetting where Saturn is concerned.  Saturn likes to layer your life with one experience after another but never dissolving any of them.  What you end up with at forty is a multi-dimentional personality disorder that even Edgar Cayce couldn't spiritualize.   Then, "Bam!" you get the whole you at once and your like, WTF just happened!?!?!  I wish I could be nicer about it but being honest is the best policy.

     Thank goodness that when rough enough things came my way in the onset of my life, I chose to forgive immediately.  Thank goodness when I was forced into decisions,  it was God that led me through them.  And THANK GOD, I spent more time depending on him rather than running from him.  It was his GRACE that made my opposition somewhat bearable.

     Now on the other side of it, it's funny.  It's laughable and ironic some of the things down my roads.  Then I wonder...would I really be able to laugh if I had not faced it all?  Probably not, I think to myself.  As this opposition ended,  I became lighter in spirit, more laid back and accepting of people and all their crazy decisions.  I am not bothered by others perceptions of me or my life.  As youth is fading from my physical presence here on this earth, I find a little sarcastic humor and relief that hey, your next, lol  We'll see how you and you and you...face this mighty giant called, "Your life!"

     End result is...yes I'm a little more sarcastically fun, a little less tolerant of games and facades, a little happier in my body...I've released, purged, vomited all my choices and cleansed myself from all unrighteous doings finding me, at the bottom of the pile.  Pushing my way up like fighting for air at the bottom of the sea.  Half way through my life, Saturn says...  Make it good and kind and full of adventure and hey, don't worry so much about the outcomes, this half we go in wisdom.   That's just what I plan to do, come rain or shine.  So if your going through a Saturn anything... be sure to have the alone time you need to face your demons.  Be sure to not piss them off as well, ha ha.
cheers!

My Yesterday

The rain has found me once again, beating outside my window- hard like my thoughts /  Where is the religion that tells us how to fix the world and the terrible messes we've made without pointing at us? / I really need flowers today or A flower, or a remembrance of a flower--before I believe they are all extinct and hope is void. / She's fainting, failing, falling in the dark of thought and word, no saving / She says, "Am I alone?" Then, the world echoes back the same.../ In attempting to unearth the very core of me, hide your eyes and guard your heart, for I feel as much as God...

A page from my journal

A page taken from my journal some time ago... We often digress in life if but for moment and are left to wander in our thoughts/ dreams....  Not everyday can be ice-cream.  xoxo!

     Sometimes I feel like I am headed off into the abyss.  For all my life God has allowed me the saints patronage, one of safety and protection with vision to see him in my life and to feel his love all about me.   Now the time has come for me to know the dark of man.  To experience it and live it.

     As I know the journey among the shadow commences, I fear if I linger there too long on the shadow road---that it will swallow me and I shall not return to the light from which I came;  as if I am cast off from God to experience this dark of him.

     I am reminded of the dreams that haunted me for months.  Some sort of preparation to this choice that God my father seems persistent on me choosing.  If I return damaged and with blurry vision for the right things then know that I love the souls I led here more than air, food or any other thing in my existence.  May they be the soul tie that rescues me from this nothingness place where I can see no light. 

     Each day bares on my will to seduce and test and surrender to the desires of flesh, of want and to look upon the very things my bible foretold in warning.  I am drawn to every bad thing and escapism lures me like a gentle fog eluding to my hearts safety.  Has God released his hand from me?  I pray not.  I pray that if it is my duty to travel down these roads for experience or needed soul knowledge, that he be there with me, watching...helping...supplying his saving/ sustaining grace.  

     I fear I will lose more than I can bare.  Yet not walking forward into this leaves me alone and without on a deeper more fearful plane.  

     Life was supposed to be beautiful and full of enchanting dreams.  Yet it seems Gods plan for me is to cross the river of the forsaken as one of them and no longer as one at the mercy of them.  Will I lose myself to madness?  Will I gladly float to it's safe haven?  Is this God's plan for me or Satan's?  Which at this moment do I desire more?  

     Speak up my soul -- please speak up and do not cower beneath the unknown.  Perhaps if I cannot live in the light, in my rebellion will provide a home.  

-T

A VISION OF NOW

     There are times when I run across something interesting in a magazine of sorts while siting in waiting rooms.  There's a bit of an internal struggle to either rip it out and take it with me,  let it be, ask if I can have a copy of the page or just take the whole damn book with me.  It really depends on the interest of the article.  Shame on me right?  So what do I do with these things you may ask?  Usually,  I place the article in whatever book I'm reading at the moment.  If I have no book and just reading from my iPad,  upon returning home,  I will walk over to my bookcase and pick a book to drop it into.  Never,  never,  ever just throw it away.

     This morning I was needing a little help with a meditation.  I went to my bookshelf and found my "wheels of life".   Glancing through the pages something wonderful happened.  One of my thieved articles fell out and it was a poem.  I thieve poems more than anything.  I'm going to share this with you today.  Enjoy!

A VISION OF NOW

Here we are, my dears, the autumn of twenty-o-five.

And it's very strange.  The sultry summer lingers

Into October; the foliage that by now was always 

Bright is drab and withered; and we are far

Too dry,  except where hurricanes rage and floods

Carry off our houses.  Is this then our last Autumn?

The radio is insisting, "log on, log on."

And the Television is pleading, "log on, log now."

And signs and portents are everywhere,  although

They are bewildering, because no one knows how

To interprete them.  Persons of faith are tremulous

And unsure,  while those of science apparently

Cannot read nature's peculiar new vocabulary.

Each of us proceeding at a different pace,

Stumbling or running,  aimless or headed straight

To a distant remembered door.  The spendthrifts

Sing Auld Lang Syne and tip up goblets of fine

European brandy.  Others are creeping and

wandering, weeping and wondering.  For we are

The new refugees,  going nowhere.  We are the 

Old and horrifying pitiful dream come true.

Hension of the present whiteout all the tribes,

human, animal, floral and stones, river and dry wash,

at the table taking part in talk.

Nor do the disciplines convince me.  Science

cannot be kept safe from poetry,  the cyclotron

must deal with St. Francis and his little flowers,

and the wolf cannot escape the fore of the lupines

blue with spring. 

I also believe in the wisdom of microorganisms. 

Scholars of dung heaps command my attention.

Years ago, I concluded that all concentrated

forms of energy in human hands become dangerous.

The state mutates into the tsar,  the lane

becomes the sterile corridor of the freeway,

the fire morphs into a nuclear pile,  the songs go

corrupt and become propaganda.  Freedom becomes

slavery and valor descends to shock and awe.

God becomes the church.

I do not know what art means but I know 

what it is.  Edward Hopper is in Paris between

1906 and 1910 and he is lovely because he is always

lonely and will always be lonely.  

He is the figurative painter, an idea then slipping 

from fashion,  but his paintings capture desolation so

complete it will take decades,  until the summer of 1945

to replicate what he sees in his mind.

The young woman has dark hair and sits on the 

floor with a white sheet under her,  one half

pulled from the bed.  Her chemise is awry,  black

hair blooms beneath her legs,  and one foot 

basks in a shaft of yellow light penetrating her

lonely chamber.  Her lover has left, or more

likely has never come.  She is warm and the 

world is cold and so slowly,  ever so slowly,  she

will become chilled and become one with the world.  

-Hayden Carruth, from "The Beginning of the End." 

Published by Harper's Magazine/ January 2010

Downloading for the day

THOUGHTS

 It's been kind of a weird past few days being under the weather and all.  I feel a little like my life has stopped, I mean a complete stand still.  It's been good though you know, like I've had time to think and boy, have I thought.

...I've thought about the upcoming winter and how unbearable it seems to me right now.
...about different places and what they must be like and if they know community unlike here.
...I've thought about my faith, my teachings and my family and not all in that order but most in equal depth.
...I've thought about old friends and how I miss them and new friends I'm excited to know.
...I thought about my childhood, the good, bad and in-between.
...I remembered this and that and stuff I thought I forgot and even the stuff I deliberately threw away.
...I have spent time day-dreaming about what it would be like to be this or that or to just change completely and choose fun instead of money.  I thought I might live longer if I did that.
...I thought about Charlie and Jupiter and how God has blessed me with do overs and 2nd chances even when I never thought I would have one.
...I've wondered how to make a smoothie, any smoothie that actually taste good cause I haven't found one yet.
...I've thought about work and the new year and just how will I sit and perform without true love for it or even the slightest passion.
....I think about the audio book I'm listening to in my car on Grace and how my name means "harvester of Grace", how I know I don't deserve it but I can see it throughout all of my life.  How my mama thought she was naming me after a soap opera star but the good Lord said different.  That tickles me a bit.
...I think about how torn I am sometimes between the world of yoga and the world of christianity.  Feeling so deep down like I struggle to really understand my moments with God without yoga.  I just don't get the boundaries people put on the traditions of men and call them all of God.  When I move and breathe and let go, he is all around me.
...I think about my sisters out in the world doing their own thing, fighting through life and choosing so many things other than family.  Makes me wonder how many people needed or wanted me in their life that I just threw away, based on how much I need my sisters in mine. It definitely makes me think twice about the needs of others and giving of myself seems the least I can do.
...about how Justin laughs when he gets so tickled and that may be the one thing about him that has never ever changed since being born.
...where will I end up and what will I be doing and at this very moment am I ok, really ok?  All the loneliness in the world isn't covered by love but only by Grace...

-xoxo

Teresa Ann

Coffee and the past.

     Easy morning at home having coffee and checking out historical pics on this outdated laptop. Hmmm, which ones to keep.  Maybe this one, of this kid that I loved for a long time.  Mr. Noah Dobbs.  He's somewhere out there living life and from time to time he crosses my mind.  If you've ever met someone who had a stroke of brilliance they never really leave your thinking forever.  Noah, the boy who only knew music. I'm keeping this one. Atleast this one! 

    My how I loved the days we spent on the earth growing us.

     By now I've seen just about everything there is to see in Tennessee.  Or it feels like it. I think this was taken shortly after my surgery.  It took a minute if I remember to hike like I wanted to. 

     A really cool trip to see my son in San Antonio and we ended up at Corpus Christi on the weekend.  I heard this quote sometime back that said... In distance relationships, they either miss you or forget you.  How could I ever forget this baby?

     This one goes way back.  Like back far enough for when we first came to Tennessee.  I thought Tennessee would be different than Dalton but it wasn't.  I mean it was prettier...

     Ahh, my Courtney Tess.  I've made a hobby out of stealing her pics wherever I can find them.  This little one moves me and causes me to pray.  She's never seen how beautiful she is or how she fits with others.  If ever there was a child who chased the light.  Sometimes when I miss her, I talk to her in my thoughts and somehow she hears me. 

     My favorite pic...and all the world is right there!

   
     She's a hipster with piercings and tattoos and in dire need of a brush sometimes, but all the while she's that little one that looked up at me our first day just like this.  My eternal soul mate.

     If the world only knew how many days I actually have like this.  Somewhere far away where not a thing in the world can find me. Always adjusting to being on earth like I took a wrong turn and I'm still waiting to go home. 

      Yoga days, playing with my body's gravity and defying it.  Capable, graceful and full of energy to master my thoughts and movements.  A disciplined mind with walls and doors for anything less than Holy.  Now days I'm tearing those walls down one by one.  Finding my humanness.

     What's a little life without a little silly.  Who teaches me silly better than Miss Juliet Eden? My silly inspiration.

      When all I ever wanted was love glorified and kindness all around me. To be known, to be felt and seen.  How deep does my spirit go was the question of the past.  Today I'm somewhere past this sitting by sea.  You can find me there with all my loves  and spirit roads buried deep inside me.    

Resolutions 2015

     I have many expectations for 2015.  Everything from work, home...and all the places I haven't seen to all the people I haven't met yet.  Some people think changes are what drive you mad but I love them.  Creating change is our gift and we either suck at it or we perfect it.  No matter which you prefer though, man... they do come.  Here are a few of my resolutions, sweet promises I've made to myself, for myself. 

1.> Read 100 books this year.

2.>> Return to being Vegetarian.

3.>>> Teach Charlie (my shorkie) to love riding in a car.

4.> Celebrate every single holiday and make up two of my own.

5.>> Train for additional yoga training, ready in six months. 

6.>>> Find my own secret, magical place somewhere in the city. 

7.> Attend 6 concerts this year, including Alexi Murdoch, Amos Lee, Ray LaMontagne.

8.>>Take a Hoop class or learn to salsa.  Just because. 

9.>>> Definitely write more poetry. 

10,> Learn to sail. (been on my resolution list for years now! this is my year!!!) 

Love to you all for 2015

-Teresa Ann

Happy New Year 2015

Happy New Year 2015

     Thank you to my babies for hanging with me this New Years Eve.  How nice it was to laugh and hear them be so silly and in love.  Next year tho...Somewhere nice and toasty!  Love, Love, Love. 

I love you Justin past forever. 

Perhaps the alcohol is working.  

We decided to go hug the heaters at the ice rink. 

There is joy in his spirit and happy, happy!

Downtown Chattanooga, TN

Lovely moon.  Just look at the moon and don't worry about the cold. :)

Peace, my favorite pic all night.  

My son and I. 

Happy New Year everyone.  Love and light. xoxo