Secret treasures behind the revolving door.

Yesterday I went to a seminar held at The Surrogate Courthouse in downtown NYC. I have never been in this particular building, I arrived like most ny’ers rushing in and having to put my heavy coat, bags and cellphone in the bins to go through security. I rushed to the elevator and went to the second floor to get to the meeting. It was a … Continue reading Secret treasures behind the revolving door.

The Beach

  It never fails, the soft sounds and lightness of being at the beach have an incredible way of softening me inside so that all the restlessness, crazy-head thoughts, and anxiousness slip away. I turn into a cooked noodle sliding around for a few days in a complete fog wanting to sleep and eat and sleep again. Then I awake and start looking for the … Continue reading The Beach