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Well, today is my birthday. I am 36. I have now reached an oddly symbolic age since this is the end of a second set of 18 years. I remember not being able to wait until I was 18 years old; now I have lived that age twice!

The nice thing about getting older for me is that I actually LIKE getting older. I am fascinated by it. The world’s changes, my body’s changes, my emotional experiences, my perspectives,… it is fascinating to me to see the patterns of Time.

I have never really feared getting older or even dying. To me, these are two things that are as natural as gravity and green. The only time I have ever had any strange feelings about getting older/dying was just recently, and only briefly. It was after accidentally stumbling across a web cam for Time’s Square here in NYC. I launched the cam and watched the streets. It was around 5am so the streets were fairly quiet, but they were also amazingly alive. I saw the buses pulling through the intersection, sporadic images of people walking down the street, the lights from the giant signs all blazing in the dark grey winter light of such earliness. I don’t know why this is so beautiful to me, but it is. (Oh, the irony of being in awe of the patterns of Time, while being so moved by the patterns of Time’s Square!)

And that’s when I felt it…

For the first time in my entire life I had a feeling similar to claustrophobia sweep over me and I thought: “I am really going to miss this.” I felt jealousy and panic and claustrophobia and a deep, deep, grief. It wasn’t about dying or getting older, but more about feeling this rich and powerful Love for this life and NYC and Earth and the beauty of animals and insects and plants and people. I just thought how perfectly and profoundly fantastic it all is.

I have always felt like an alien in this life, not so much because I am inherently different from a lot of people, but because I have never been able to take this planet for granted. Whether I am in Nature or in Time’s Square, I marvel at it all and I can’t help but think, “What a fucking great idea this was!!” I mean, seriously, if some “higher power” did conceive this, It was brilliant. And if this is all some cosmic accident?? All the more reason for me to be in awe!

Yeah, I know there is pain and suffering, but if you actually look at everything as a whole, pain and suffering are proportionally a very small part of the picture. And then at least half of all of that pain and suffering isn’t because of something “real”, but because of the way we choose to interpret events. 99% of the time, the world we experience can change into something more awesome and beautiful with just a slight change in attitude/perception/interpretation.

Anyway, so I had that slightly suffocating feeling of realizing one day I would not be here, at least in this body in this form I call “troy”, seeing the world in my own unique way. I will miss “me”, too, I am sure. I know it sounds slightly morbid to be talking about these things in this way, but that kind of thinking is another of the things that makes me, “me”, and it helps me to appreciate every single day.

They say that one of the last “lessons” of a Soul is to “learn to love the schoolroom”, which means loving this world and your life in it. I absolutely love this place.

I hope it isn’t my last lesson here.

(more details later about my surprise tiny love birthday party from Nick and Cyprus! what sweetnesses…)

TIME’S SQUARE CAM Choose CAM 1 for the most fun….


Reading time: < 1 minute Well, I have finally uploaded the photos from our New Year's and Christmas gatherings! YAY! PHOTOS We had such a great time over the holidays. Since my digital camera was part of my Christmas gifts from Cyprus, you can see that I had no clue how to adjust any settings for good photos, but I just consider them “artful”. I’m learning…

Blustery Boy

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Oh my GOD it is cold! My fingers were burning and itching within minutes this morning while walking Spyder. That might be because I was excited to be out in the powdery snow of the pre-6 a.m. street traffic, so took my camera and was trying to snap photos through the wind and sharp snow flakes. I LOVE that: the quiet blanket of snow over the beautiful streets of my neighborhood. Spyder danced and played in the drifts while I tried to take pictures of her. She is quite a bit retarded, so a photo shoot of her was not easy, but she was adorable with her wide eyes, darting, and snorting of the snow. Today the chill is going to get even worse, with winds up to 45 miles per hour and the chill being between -35 and -50 at some points!

Now this is winter! I love it!

I’ve decided to use ofoto as my image storing source, so you will most likely be asked to register and sign in to see any pix I post. I’ve been signed up with this service for a long time and I have never received obnoxious promotions or ads from them, so you should be fine. Besides, if you register, you can comment on the photos, save the albums, create your own, etc. It’s a way cool service!

See pix of my morning, here!



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What does it mean to someone when one says something is “blessed”? I understand it in terms of religious mythology, of course, but when one has a more inclusive and broader spirituality, how does “blessing” become interpreted and applied?

Does “blessing” become a metaphorical term to indicate that one has simply become more Aware or Conscious of an exchange?

Does “blessing” mean more about expressing/acknowledging gratitude?

Does “blessing” mean more about a sense that you are infusing a thing or Being with a finer energy conducted through you?

What exactly does it mean to you?

What is the purpose, and how does this improve things for all parts involved?

I ask this because there are many practices that are just blindly applied, such as saying “bless you” when someone sneezes. Why do we do that beside to satisfy a social pressure? Does anyone really mean it? Does something occur that is beneficial for anyone?

Why don’t we bless a person who has burped or farted?

Singing Fools & Green Love

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Last night we celebrated Don’s birthday by hanging out at Pieces and listening to/participating in AWFUL Karaoke hell. I will be posting pics tonight. Taren, Richie, Alex, Jeffrey, Don, Josh, and I had a great time, despite the crescendo of “singing” voices emitting painful sound at the end of SUMMER LOVIN’.

I have always held a soft spot for Don’s friends whom I had met only briefly in the past, but with time spent with them recently because of the holidays, I can conclusively say I REALLY like them! They are very sweet, thoughtful, and mature guys, despite the lascivious slurping over my boyfriend.

Nick sang last night and when he sings the room changes from being a corn-ball, off-key, homo frenzy to seeming ALMOST like a serious venue for talent! It is amazing to watch him. He commands the floor, captures the attentions of all the boys, and silkens the room with sound.

Of course, this makes the already-lascivious boys of Don almost pee themselves with desire for Nick. Although I am MOSTLY fine with this harmless expression of attraction for Nick, I have to say that a teensy part of me was/is jealous and annoyed. Ironically, as I stood processing some of the more annoying and jealous feelings, (you know, not taking it too seriously and keeping things in perspective) suddenly this guy who was probably one of the prettiest guys I have ever seen (and everyone had been commenting on how amazingly attractive he was) came over to me, leaned across a table, took my hand, and just started talking, saying he was compelled to talk to me,… he asked my name, what I did for New Years, etc. It was VERY awkward and I was completely taken aback. All of my friends just stared and Nick stood there tolerating the entire scene. And then it was over. He just smiled, relaxed his grip on my hands, slid them away, and said we would talk more, later.

That was just the strangest thing! So in the middle of this processing and letting go of the annoying feelings about feeling so unattractive, feeling jealous of Nick’s attention from these guys, I suddenly became the center of attention from the cutest guy in the place (besides my burn-your-hands-and-heart hot boyfriend)! It was very exciting and confusing and embarrassing and satisfying at the same time.

Why do I have to be so hard on myself…?!! Maybe I’m not the doughy, boring, John Goodman-lookalike I see in my head?