Pollyanna Has Been Doing Time

It has been some time since I have taken the time to sit and regurgitate my thoughts to the ether.
It is not that I do not have anything to state, just uncertain of the direction I wish to set my keys to sail.

In the vast world of blogging I believe it is important that one should have a clear voice with a goal.

Over the past couple of years I have been exploring my soul and its reactions to art, cuisine and life in general. Somewhere along the line my inner Pollyanna was locked up and gagged.

When did I become so stoic? I don’t believe in such a lack luster approch to viewing life.

How does one convey such musings in a way that it is worthy of reading by another? I will attempt a hand a less structured but still focused blog with a bit of everything within the Art and Cuisine world.  The world I find delightful.

A simple one woman perspective on culture while working on regaining all the wonder and positivity she had for life.

I hope a few of you like it and gain something from this. Even my little snapshots as they are my silver lining.  The beauty in our world as I see it.  I suppose this blog will become about my soul searching through the superficial to find the beauty of our world.  Freeing my inner Pollyanna.  IMG_1091

Why I Decided to Get a Tattoo



A tattoo can serve any number of purposes between paying homage and looking sweet, but it is most remarkable in its potential to be emblematic of change.

It was Monday, March 11, 2013. I had an Organic Chemistry test that evening so I woke up early to head to work and study. Finding my ambitions taxed by the ordeal of lengthening my day by half an hour, I arrived and turned on my office computer to check Facebook. After two clicks of searching, I learned that Luke Stalker, a fraternity brother of mine studying abroad, had died the previous evening. He stepped out onto the balcony of his hotel room for a cigarette and something happened.

To rise and prepare for a Monday like any other and find that one of your fraternity brothers fell out of a building in Paris to his death. When my last fraternity brother passed…

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Sleeping at Granny’s


Late at night when the moon was high I would lay in my bed, unable to sleep because of the heat, watching the teal blue sky blanketed with stars.

The moon, stars and satellites filtered only by the old screen as I listened to the sounds of the canal life just out back.

Chirping, croaking and that odd sound gators make with their throats. Now and then a splash or a rustle of reeds.

Hours I watched as the rest of the house slept. All quite and isolated until I heard, as I had many nights before, the alarming scream.

As the quietly swaying cabbage palms paid no heed, granny was waking the house! Calling us to franticly come out side.

Granny in her commanding voice of the matriarch “UFO!!! Come quickly they are right above us!”

About every two months they would come, never in the same vessel.

Sometimes disguised as advertising planes sometimes as blimps, but she knew it was them.


To Thine Own Self Be True

William Shakespeare’sHamlet” has been one of my favorite plays from the moment I first read it and then later watched it performed.

While I often find Shakespeare’s work to be full of wisdom, I find Act 1, scene 3, where Polonius gives advice to his son Laertes to be dear to my own life philosophy.

Look Between The Thoughts

“It has nothing to do with effort. Just turn away, look between the thoughts, rather than at the thoughts.

When you happen to walk in a crowd, you do not fight every man you meet, you just find your way between.

When you fight, you invite fight; but when you do not resist, you meet no resistance.

When you refuse to play the game, you are out of it.”

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

Thank you, Katerina Alexander for sharing this wisdom.