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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 709504" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>Well. I did a very brave and rash thing. Actually I did many brave things until life scared me. I took my young son and we went to live in Latin America and we ended up in Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro after living in a couple of other countries. We became permanent residents there and my son went to school. etc. I loved it so much. I loved Copacabana. So I had to come back to the States. It was supposed to be temporary. I love to dance and I was dancing Tango in Rio and in Buenos Aires, too. I was absolutely in love with Tango and dance in particular. I was very good. So that is why Copacabana is so deeply embedded in my heart and soul. Somewhere along the way I morphed into Copabanana, but that was a few years after I came back.</p><p></p><p>I met a man almost 8 years ago who cannot travel. Going back alone the last time (6 or so years ago) was hard. I have kind of let go of that dream...and am trying to get it back. So that is where it comes from. I love coffee.</p><p></p><p>I am thinking OH that you are very far away. I am in California.</p><p></p><p>OK. Now I get it. Old hand: old fashioned. So at first I asked myself, where is she getting this old fashioned stuff, here: It took me a minute to link it to your moniker. These are things (except the diapers) that I aspire to. While I was in bed grieving my mother, in addition to buying clothes and jewelry I bought things like props to live the life I wanted to live but felt I could not YET. I bought canning jars and a canner; I bought camping stuff and fishing poles; 3 sewing machines, small looms, embroidery and tatting thread and needles; spools and spools of thread; a compost thermometer, etc. All for the life I wanted to have, the life I felt I needed to manifest. And because I did not or could not, it all turned into junk.</p><p></p><p>There is not much in my small city but within an hour there is a huge and beautiful mountain range. There is a quilting guild here. I bought the "props" to help me make a life here which has never come to fruition because I was stuck.</p><p></p><p>How did you get to know yourself so well, Oh. Know what you need, what serves you, makes you happy. How did you get to know so surely and certainly what makes you so YOU? It is a gift.</p><p></p><p>M just got home. There is no lunch. There is no dinner. I am in my nightgown. In bed. Exactly where I was when he left. I will get back when I can. Thank you.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 709504, member: 18958"] Well. I did a very brave and rash thing. Actually I did many brave things until life scared me. I took my young son and we went to live in Latin America and we ended up in Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro after living in a couple of other countries. We became permanent residents there and my son went to school. etc. I loved it so much. I loved Copacabana. So I had to come back to the States. It was supposed to be temporary. I love to dance and I was dancing Tango in Rio and in Buenos Aires, too. I was absolutely in love with Tango and dance in particular. I was very good. So that is why Copacabana is so deeply embedded in my heart and soul. Somewhere along the way I morphed into Copabanana, but that was a few years after I came back. I met a man almost 8 years ago who cannot travel. Going back alone the last time (6 or so years ago) was hard. I have kind of let go of that dream...and am trying to get it back. So that is where it comes from. I love coffee. I am thinking OH that you are very far away. I am in California. OK. Now I get it. Old hand: old fashioned. So at first I asked myself, where is she getting this old fashioned stuff, here: It took me a minute to link it to your moniker. These are things (except the diapers) that I aspire to. While I was in bed grieving my mother, in addition to buying clothes and jewelry I bought things like props to live the life I wanted to live but felt I could not YET. I bought canning jars and a canner; I bought camping stuff and fishing poles; 3 sewing machines, small looms, embroidery and tatting thread and needles; spools and spools of thread; a compost thermometer, etc. All for the life I wanted to have, the life I felt I needed to manifest. And because I did not or could not, it all turned into junk. There is not much in my small city but within an hour there is a huge and beautiful mountain range. There is a quilting guild here. I bought the "props" to help me make a life here which has never come to fruition because I was stuck. How did you get to know yourself so well, Oh. Know what you need, what serves you, makes you happy. How did you get to know so surely and certainly what makes you so YOU? It is a gift. M just got home. There is no lunch. There is no dinner. I am in my nightgown. In bed. Exactly where I was when he left. I will get back when I can. Thank you. [/QUOTE]
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