Posts Tagged With: writing

There’s Not Much Hope in Hope

I have immersed myself in my friends’ lives (both past and present) for the span of a week. I am so very honored that they have entrusted me to help edit a book retelling their lives. Lives that have not only survived unimaginable events that could have destroyed (both literally and figuratively) most of us, but lives that have thrived in so many ways and went on to benefit others. I get teary-eyed when I think about it. One is a lawyer, the other is a doctor, both are activists. I am in awe of and love these two very much. Soon you will be able to read about it. “Beauty and Beyond” will be coming online and to a bookstore near you.

It’s Carlsbad where I have arrived after my 27 hours of car, train, and waiting time in between. Since I have a limited time here, I want to take advantage of the time with them as much as I can, so we have been immersed in the writing. It’s also been so very hot outside that it is not the place to be. Carlsbad is home to the Carlsbad Caverns which are beautiful and certainly worth a visit but I’ve been there before so not a good enough excuse to play hooky. But since even God rested on the 7th day, on the 8th day they take me to the mountains where they have a few acres. I am going to be a tourist with local guides!

Frank has left the night before and will be meeting us in Mayhill. So it’s a girl’s road trip for Marta and me. We don’t pack because this is going to be a day trip. From Carlsbad, NM to Mayhill, NM is about two hours. But first how can we not stop in a town named Hope? When Marta mentions it she has a twinkle in her eye. I need not wonder why for we arrive in Hope soon enough. It t is soon apparent that this town should change its name. An old building which housed Alice’s Treasure at some point is the first to great us. undefined It initially makes me yearn for my little antique/collectible stall I had in a mall in Orange, CA but this store ended up like mine, shut down and lonely. The Hope Store also is closed. undefined All that is left are the signs. In the “garden” a tractor that is very much like the ones I saw in my birth country of Paraguay. undefined This one has no more life in it.

And then there’s the washing machine which brings me memories of my grandma. I can almost see her squeezing the clothes through the rollers to then hang them in the sun on the clothesline to dry. She was a strong woman. One that took control of the household and smoked cigars she rolled herself.

Surprisingly, this town has a USPS a post office that is large and new-looking. Even though, across the street is the only Fire Department that itself has burned down. I can’t think of no other with that fate. (I would later find out that the Fire Department in Carlsbad had a hotel construction next to it which burned down even with its firehouse next door.) It may be a New Mexico thing. Before we reach Mayhill, Marta wants us to stop at Tom and Pam Runyan Ranches. undefined She wants the owner to meet me. Unfortunately he was undergoing some medical procedure and I didn’t get to chat with him. There’s a petting zoo here. undefined One where a camel and an Asian water buffalo co-exist and, dare I say, have formed a friendship.

In the pen you will also find pigs and goats and a few other species.

It’s a rescue farm and they re-home as many animals as they can. I have a little kitten who hitched a ride in the engine of the car (TWO rides of 20 minutes each!) that I would love to find a home for. But they don’t take domestic pets. Anyone? I will deliver! Here is a picture taken by master Pet with Human photographer Johanna Siegmann.

Bootsie has the “Stop maaa, it’s my spotlight.” look.

This metal overgrown rooster has yet to find a home as well. A few signs catch my attention.

And we arrive at their town. It’s only a few blocks long.

Then off to their property undefined to drop off a few things.

We arrive only a few minutes later and pick Frank up to go to Cloudcroft which is 9,000 feet up undefined and a ski haven, therefore a more touristy town.

Our main focus is to buy an incredible piece of pie and a really, really good burrito (not eaten in that order but listed in order of importance).

With our bellies nice and full and our sweet tooth more than satisfied we are ready to move on.

And on we go to Shady Pines. The house of a local woman that holds wonderful classical concerts in the summer.

The place is pretty magical. She is super creative and the garden is chockfull of wonderful plants (she gives me a chocolate mint one, whose aroma later permeates the car and makes me hungry once again), of little quaint areas to rest in, and paths where you can channel your Zen.

Everywhere you look there is something to smile about.

And we head back with a pit stop to take a photo of flowers and bees.

The day after comes my own trip back to Los Angeles.

And I wish not to forget that I would close my blogs with a song. Any song that resonates with me or that catches my attention. So here goes… because this is how I may be feeling.

Categories: New Mexico, Uncategorized, United States, United States | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

No! Not the Last, Please!

I write to remember. I remember because I write and revisit memories with my writing. Words and images. In uniting they offer me moments and emotions that would have sadly perished from my mind. So the name of one of my favorite bookstores in Los Angeles brings me a nostalgic feeling: The Last Bookstore. Joy that there is one and sadness that bookstores are probably on the endangered list.

After a quick snap of my shutter, I skip up to the second floor (I am childishly giddy right now). Each step proposing more sections to explore.

I get a grand view of the cavernous, old space, filled with books which I have just combed through.

How exciting… I am entering a labyrinth! Here I will find Science, Fiction & Fantasy. Then Mystery, Thrillers, Tru Crime, and Horror.

I have recently formed part of the jury at a film festival: the Festival Montevideo Fantástico, so Horror is a genre I am partial to.

Many of the genres in the back room are also of my liking: History, Cultural Studies, New Age, Religion, Foreign Language, Business, Travel, and Sports.

You know the Travel section is the one I spent considerable time in.

I love how the books are so artfully displayed, becoming more sculptural than reading material.

I’m not really wondering how they made this tunnel of books but which one I can pluck out without making it all come crumbling down.

Is the spotlight on me right now?

I have no idea of what these are but they seem at home in the horror section.

Art merges with the printed word here. It holds an art collective as well. Am on my way to it now.

As in The Broad, you may not touch the art.

Though you can sit on it.

Photography is an art and I’m happy to see the cameras themselves become one.

Music is an art as well and here, sculpture and music unite.

Art is often political.

Art makes a statement. It was January when I visited but this Christmas tree made out of prescription bottles was not brought down yet. I don’t think this was due to sentimentality; it had a message to relay.

Art makes me contemplative. I’m not into cuss words being used but it seems to be the go-to thing now, to provoke an emotion.

As is the use of animals to elicit emotions.

As I leave the focus goes back to words. The editor in me can’t help but question the “Nuestra Señora la Reina de la Librería Última de Los Angeles” translation from English to Spanish, under this sculpture on the wall.

I say goodbye to this bookstore. I thank it for entertaining me and I’m off to my next adventure.

Down the stairs that run alongside the Angels Flight railway (the shortest railway in the world). Technically it’s a funicular.

And into The Grand Central Market to fill my belly up with German currywurst at Berlin Currywurst remembering having had some in a lounge chair from a vendor on the side of a park in Berlin that had the area covered in sand resembling a beach. Happy memory. It tasted the same!

What next? Follow me!

Categories: Los Angeles | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

I Feel like I Just Won an Oscar!

versatile-blogger-award

My first nomination ever and now I understand how those Golden Globe and Oscar nominees feel… it’s an honor to be nominated.

I couldn’t possibly beat Mary-Ann’s Snoopy jig – done twice – upon being nominated so I won’t even try.  A heartfelt thank you to her for having a blog that I delight in following, Not the Family Business and for being generous in passing on the hug with this award.   Though along with it comes all the guilt because I have not kept up with it as I should. It makes me feel a bit less guilty though that those who don’t know me have a bit of info/photos/reflection to be had in the pages already written.  However, this will spur me into action to bring it up to date!

So I am now supposed to share 7 random things about myself.   Hmmm, where do I start when I already feel I have shared so much?

1) Versatile.  The definition describes me quite well.  I grew up in 10 different countries because my father worked for the United Nations and relocated every 2-4 years.  Had I not been versatile I would not have been able to survive the first day in a new school or in a new country with new languages and cultures.

2) I am an only child.

3) Though my “official” profession is actor I have a huge passion for photography, painting, writing and traveling.  All of which I must, must do.

4) I can’t live without music whether it be the one in my soul and heart or the one one I hear.  (That makes me sound kind of kooky, doesn’t it?)

Happy5) I love to smile and I do so often for I am grateful for so much!  (Does this count as two?)

Bike / Amsterdam6) I don’t know how to ride a bike.  Don’t judge me.  Balloon over Bagan And I’m terrified of heights.  (Yes, this definitely counts as two.)

7)  When I was awarded this my first thought was: “Oh my, I’m in the middle of moving I don’t have time for a post!” and now I can’t be happier that I’m doing it or that someone thought me worthy of it.

Blogs That I Follow

The Write Transition  Her writing is hilarious and she always makes me laugh.  She has a book out that isn’t funny just really entertaining.

The Yum Yum Foodie  What can I say.  He loves to eat and travel and has great tips for both.

Scott’s Perspectives   I like his perspective and he lives in Thailand.  Think I want to retire in Chiang Mai.

Wanderlustress  She does it all and she lives in one of my favorite places in the world.

Where’s Phil  He has a plan… and photos that bring out the wonder in common scenes.

Beyond the Brush   She likes photography and painting.  My kind of gal.

Soul Dipper  Because she truly has a good soul.

Along the Way  I like the fresh outlook she brings to her trips.

When Life Clicks  Johanna’s photography is innovative and fun.

Paths Unwritten  He has a degree in writing and anthropology and doesn’t know what to do with them.

Gallivance  Like their traveling and the origin of their blog name.

And of course, Not the Family Business

So there it is.  And so it goes.

Myanmar

Categories: Uncategorized, Versatile Blogger Award | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: