December 12

This is my new door, or at least 1/2 of it, as it is open. The first piece of us. I am so excited about it. It is a magnificent symbol of our new beginning. I adore new beginnings, a fresh start, a new day, the gift of learning from yesterday’s mistakes. My mother use to tell me to sleep on a problem as rest and a new day will bring relief and perhaps wisdom. I find this idea as one of great comfort.......hope.

With trepidation, I am crossing the bridge from traumatic loss to one of cautious optimism. I am laughing more and crying less. I have trusted with utter faith that I would not give up on myself. I am different, but not less. Anxiety still punches me in the stomach, but I am discovering a bit more compassion for my fragile heart. 

I have to share how I am doing with releasing the persistent thoughts of what I have lost. While I was zooming along on a spin bike, I had a so very suitable idea. Since my brain can be susceptible to a bit of compulsive thinking, I need to reroute it. I will replace the painful images with the faces of all the amazing people in my life. It is a new neuron pathway to joy. The abundance of love and awesomeness cannot be measured by words. It is an array of fun colors, creativity and warmth...a feeling in my heart, not a command in my head. Please try it for yourselves. Have a wonderful holiday with all of my love.

December 18

It feels like forever since I have written anything. I miss my peeps. My emotional life is like the Houston weather. Less than 2weeks ago, it snowed, tomorrow it will be 70. I acutely feel the many parts of me that create me. Therapist friends, no worries, I don’t have D.I.D.. Lots of emotions can happen all at once. As always, connecting with another kind person always helps. In person is my fav. I do have to say that my healer, therapist, creative arts psychotherapist, wellness coach is rocking it. My passion for my multifaceted professional life has increased. I did not expect this miracle to occur. After Katrina, I was flattened. This is different, I am different.

I love this painting. It has hung at the women’s center, for the 12 plus years that I have worked there. I have had the honor of helping women heal, find their power and learn to love themselves. My gratitude for this ongoing opportunity is enormous. My next goal is to expand my work with woman. Not ready just yet, but it is going to happen.

Then there is the heavier, darker experience that I am also living. I am able to cry through the grief, but letting go of the loss can be a monumental task. I know that it is about things, not love or health or life itself. Perhaps it is hard because it was so much in a New York second. I am going to attempt an oemotional experiment, I think that I am going to periodically name what is on the rolodex of my mind, then release it. Name it and let it go. Today, what is hijacking my thoughts: my Mack computer, which held lots of music, lectures that I have written, files on wellness, nutrition, therapy, energy/ body work....Of course the external hard drive is gone. Hard copy, books and binders filled with wellness material, psychodrama, energy therapy, continuing education records, certificates of completed trainings etc.... Okay enough for now. I am officially letting it go.

On a much more positive note, I have been given gift cards, love, kindness and extraordinary concern. I am blessed. Namaste.

December 3

It has been a week since I have connected with my Facebook family. I have missed every single one of you. I know that I am in trouble when I start talking to my friends in my head. I don’t think that I have enough words to express my sincere gratitude for the interest, caring , love and support sent my way. I am only able to walk this rocky path with the tender hearts watching my back. The beauty that exists in the darkest of places.

This angel....was sent from both a timeless and real life place. Ruthie, thank you so very much. You are an earth angel. Let me bring everyone else up to speed. Ruth, I hope that you don’t mind, I just can’t help myself. We were super close high school friends. Sophomore year, I remember taking the train to Long Island. You had a letter from a boy who had penned the words from Elton John’s, “Your Song”, to you. That was the year it was released. I thought it was the most romantic gesture my mind could ever imagine. Actually, I still think that it was a very cool thing to do. Years pass, marriage, careers, moves, kids, achievements, losses, traumas and joy filled celebrations certainly have occurred. Yet, we could still take a train ride, comfortable and close, sharing our lives. The disaster of a flood brought our lives closer once again. Since those high school years, many more earth angels have graced my life, showing me light and hope during my darkest hours. Miracles.....

I hold on to every loving intention with every ounce of my being. Although, I feel my light coming back, this is hard. If you have said, “ I can’t imagine what you are going through.”, I couldn’t either, even after Katrina and the 1995 flood. At this moment, I am swimming in an ocean of unknowns. I can see the sun rise, but not the shore line. Money pressures, building challenges, loss of precious belongings, health insurance, one car.....and of course holidays. We have never been driven to give gifts, perhaps a few artistic creations. I created a land of sparkle where we would spend time and have meals together. We also gave some wonderful parties. The memories are golden. Some tears have helped me feel the many blessings from those times. I will reinvent the holiday for 2017. My goal is to commemorate this time, not escape into just calling it another day. That little girl in me would be devastated.

Slowly, I am tiptoeing out of the zone of survival into moments of really living. As always, faith not fear, love not trauma. This is me, surviving trauma surrounded by angels.

November 25

This is is us today. I am so sad to miss my classes and friends. I was really excited with the schedule, BUT, I have a cold. My body says no. I don’t feel very skilled at just plain yucky. 😟

November 24

This is me at the dog park in Austin. Meet, Kobe, my grand dog. Krista, my sweet daughter is near, ( not a pic day ). I am in Heaven. My head is quiet. my heart big. In the words of my nana, “It is a glorious day.” I am in my element. My light is coming home. Thanksgiving with Orlando, Krista, Danny and his parents was loving and relaxed.Miguel and Care were sadly missed. Travel plans are helping their absence. Heart connections can transport us to magical places.

Conundrum, heading back to the house. I breathe in compassion exhale anxiety. The fear starts to grow in the basement of me. I am shrinking. I feel small, I am disappearing into the place when you receive that phone call that turns your life dark in a New York second. My logical brain feels mushy. When did I fall into this Black Forest without a compass?

The crew are still working, walls are going up, the electrical wiring is being perfected, and Orlando wants to put down the tile himself. One of the guys tells me that he and his group are relocating from Florida. They definitely will have work for three years, just in my neighborhood.

Now is the time to grow for real. This is the reason that I am me. I will not abandon myself. I will pave the way. It is not just me, all Moms can lift Volkswagens for their kids. We need to believe in good, and spiritual support, angels, our family and our family of friends. I have to take care of the little girl inside of me, stop terrorizing her. I have a tribe. I am loving and loved. I’ve got this, ( learned that from my bad A coach, Jenn ). I have a sweet husband and incredible kids who make the world a better place. What a glorious day.

November 18

It is happening, the tears are less often, I am seeing a ray of light. There have been no major changes to the magnitude of my current life situation. The gutting is done and the rebuilding has started. Although, the vision is exciting, no new jobs or financial inheritance or winning a car has happened. Don’t get me wrong, I believe shamelessly in abundance and miracles. All skeptics say what youwant, I like who I am. Different opinions are perfectly fine with me. I have been married for 30 years, after all.

What I want to say is that tears are awesome. Their chemical composition is unlike any other substance in the body. I am not necessarily comfortable with the pools of tears at my feet...but they release us from loss, grief, fear, trauma, and the unexpected challenges. To cry is to be brave and strong, and often the other side of love. No apologies for nature’s gift of healing. My discovery is that it takes courage to cry and even more strength to witness the tears of another. I am so very proud of all of my tears.
All experiences bring gifts of trust. If you can tolerate it, your heart will grow with compassion. There is some meaning to this “method “. Thank you to all my loving friends with your heart felt witness. I would be honored to do the same for you.

What’s next, overwhelm, fear and little kid terror of never having a home again. How do I climb this mountain? Same as always; love, support, connection and faith....

November 7

First, I have to catch my breath, I, just spent 35 minutes trying to get an answer from my more than paid for health insurance. So it seems, the prompts and responses were not timed, “I’m sorry I didn’t get that.”, was repeated 50 times. That is only a slight exaggeration. Toward the end of the call, I was yelling Help in order to get a person. Then it dawned on me, I am living in an apartment. What if the police show up? see that I am home alone, take me to a psyc.ward, and the hospital rejects me because I don’t have good coverage. Crazy...this is life without a flood, enormous loss, and money concerns. No wonder why everyone is so stressed out. Just as an aside,my stress management skills are improving.

My intention is first to express my enormous, gigantic, oceanic size gratitude to each and everyone of you. Loss and all forms of grief can be lonely. My current experience feels strange like a science fiction movie. Houston, a huge city, moves on quickly. Tragically now with a Texan church shooting. We are all on tragedy overload. So many prayers we need to say.

Back to my movie; for those people who were not directly affected by the flood, weather, sports, what’s for dinner are normal, daily conversations. I have no disdain for their words or their good fortune. It is just that at this point, I am an outsider. No one has rejected me, it is the absolutely opposite, I am surrounded by love and care, ( will get back to that later ).

This disconnect is event driven. My life has been redefined by, walls, floors, moisture, many personal and practical items that I no longer own, and cost. Us flood people, we know each other, we listen, we get it. The whole other part of the population can only see part of us. It is the same with serious illness, death even divorce or being a parent to a deeply troubled teenager. I have memorized paintings in the hallway of a hospital. It is no one’s fault, Life on life’s terms. The choice ; connection, love, spirituality or resentment. I will choose door number one.

My spirit becomes so very happy with each comment, thumbs up or emoji. I don’t feel like an alien. I feel seen and loved. Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️

November 2

My next “job”, is to go through the upstairs bedrooms. I thought this was going to be much easier than the hard labor of de mucking. I truly hope that you never have to know what that means. The upstairs is strewn with everything that we could save before we were inundated by the flood. I have already had 2 of my super crews help wash glasses. Daysi, Heather, Harriet and Mariko. 

This is just kid stuff, you know the things that Moms keep which takes space and causes the unthinkable...Clutter. The t-shirts, unworn gifts, too small shoes, the opportunity to simplify. I will do my own Hgtv series. I got this. NO, NO, NO......wrong. Instead, the biggest empty nest, homesickness, lonely feelings ever. I started to stare into nothing. I remember the day this picture was taken. Just things that open a little window into a beautiful land of sweetness and kisses and pride. The physical nest is broken, ( at this time ), but these unbelievably cute babies have become the most beautiful, creative, loving young adults. What is more precious than that? Absolutely nothing.

What is next? I just figured it out, I need a babysitter to keep me on track and music to dance to.

October 31

I feel such deep sorrow for what has happened in our country in the last 24 hours, shooting in Utah, hostage situation in La., a terrorist truck killing 8 pedestrians in NYC. I have received so many acts of kindness, love and generosity, since. my house flooded. There is amazing light in the world. It is us, let’s keep on living it.
Prayers

October 29

First of all, my most precious friend has had a successful surgery. She is at the beginning of her convalescence. Thank you for your prayers, love and light. My heart is filled with light and love. Thank you.

I have been resistant to writing, I have had some sad and angry moments that are hard to translate into words. It is my commitment to be honest and authentic. Sometimes, it feels just like this beautiful photo and at other times, I can’ see the light. I am working on acceptance of the loss, the hardship, the hope of a new beginning, and most of all acceptance of myself on this journey. It is my wish to give a voice to those on this path, and to express how very complicated the experience of grief can be. Don’t be sorry, everyone has a story, and a dark night of the soul. There is beauty and strength for which to be grateful.The closest we can be to each other is when we have the courage to share our pain. “My pain gets your pain”. It can be the cure for fear, loneliness and depression. Sharing joy is fabulous, connectedness in pain is life changing. It takes me from my suffering to hope and love that always prevails. It takes enormous strength to be vulnerable and it gives back more love and power to trudge through the mud.

Today I went to my spinning class. My dear friends Hillary and Brad asked me how I was doing. Kindness is my undoing. I started to really cry because this beautiful cooler
weather here in Houston opened up a window. I realized that my cooler weather clothes no longer exist. I have no shame that I really enjoy clothes, love my own way of style... my personal way of decoration. And....I never pay full price.It is a source of pride. I said it and this is fun. Now, I am so happy to be wearing the most awesome leather jacket that Erin gave me. It will always represent my very dear family relationship with Erin. A delightful part of my story. By the way, I purchased the most elegant coat from H&M.The only one like it in the store. ( big secret....it was on sale ). I am going to send a pic very soon. Please don’t know what you’ve got after it’s gone.

October 24

This is the tree in front of my house. It is a very special tree. Miguel and I named him William. I call him the recovery tree. We had just bought the house, finally a home, 2 years post hurricane Katrina. Soon after, Ike passed through Houston. William was uprooted and fell on the roof of our new house. That tree was one of the reasons I fell in love with our house. The tree men came, ( those guys that suddenly appear after hurricanes ), they wanted to know if we would like our tree cut down. I immediately asked if our tree could be replanted. The man looked at me strangely and said, “ I suppose “. Orlando told me to go for it. I asked the tree guy if the tree had a chance, he told me it depended on the kind of winter that was coming. I told him go ahead and plant. Our new to us neighbors watched very closely. The winter was mild and William made it, first he had a crew cut, then strange awkward branches, then he became himself again. Miguel and I talked to him and believed in him. He made it through the storm and with time became magnificent. I know some of you have heard this story, excuse my repeating this event again, but I need to hear it.

When I walk into the house, I still feel loss and sadness....empty, like empty nest, but even sharper. I want to feel the potential of a new beginning, the truth of letting go. Some days I am so hopeful, but I notice that when I am at the house, alone, I become lost. It is as if I have this secret life far away from the stuff of daily living. I know that I am just as strong as William. The Spring will come and my branches will thrive, new and colorful. Until then, I am so very grateful for my kids, Orlando and all of my friends who love and believe in me. They know that the winter will pass.

October 19

This is a huge stone slab that can be used as a wall or part of a floor. It is filled with geodes. I imagined it filling a wall in my newly constructed house. I thought how fun to bring one piece of magnificence to contribute to my naturally evolving light filled home. A fantasy for sure, too much money and nothing natural about rebuilding a flood destroyed home. My creative inner kid is screaming, "I don't do rooms to go." I need time, I can't do it all at once. Post disaster building is not like remodeling or building. It starts with de-mucking,( a word created for cleaning the sludge left after awful bayou and reservoir water has been in your house for two weeks ). The inside of the house has to be destroyed, dehumidified, and the air has to be cleansed of mold spores. I know, my knowledge is Impressive. I didn't even go to school to study this post flood process. I actually could picture myself having a rich and full life with complete ignorance surrounding this topic. Well, that wasn't in the plan. Here I am....

OVERWHELMED, there are at least half a million kinds of floor tiles, wood, carpet, wall tiles, back splashes, washers, dryers, kitchen appliances, toilets, tubs, sinks and perhaps a new floor plan. Next you need to be the advanced student of finance. Decide what you want, and plug all of it into a newly created algorithm for the most economical, beautiful, well matched, perfectly measured not yet built space. The absolutely hardest part of all of this is: always keep in mind how to make your house desirable on the market. This topic is brought up by every builder, designer, vendor, real estate person.... I know this is meant well and the adult thing to do, but it kind of feels like making plans to donate your organs when you are alive and well. It is the right thing to do, but it feels like a whole lot of life has become invisible.

Now that I have successfully overwhelmed you and especially myself, what can a full fledged disaster girl like myself do ? Back to basics, one day, one hour, one minute, at a time. When spinning in circles, stop, take a breath and remember it is just a choice. I will be fine. I am just taking an advanced class in reducing any remnants of perfectionism or control fantasies. Ask for help. My sweet friend Erin is going to some showrooms with us tomorrow. She is an expert at design and real estate. She knows all about finding the best pricing. She is a great listener and extremely lovable.

Then there is my continued learning of a hugely important behavior. Don't abandon yourself by terrorizing yourself. No imagining worst case scenarios, financial ruin, it will take forever thoughts. Humor always, this is quite a fancy first world problem. Connection, love and friends are already getting me through. Orlando is doing a pretty amazing job as well.

October 15

I have missed my connections, the internet abducted 2 of my entries and I had a few days of tech phobia. I am back, I was in New Orleans, Hattiesburg, New Orleans, and now home. Well sort of, We have an apartment that is writing it's own sitcom. The dryer is so loud, that we can only use it as we are running out. The toilet runs for a few minutes after you flush it, we have an outdoor storage closet that has a door that doesn't lock. Of course we have people above us, a little jumping and their version of a loud dryer. I never imagined how many opportunities I would have to live in an apartment. But..... if we had stayed in NYC, this would have been a palace, the idiosyncrasies just pure charm.

This photo is of a window in Hobby airport. I remember when it was being created. Late, one night coming home from my usual NOLA trip, I just had to stop. I love that someone wants color and beauty to be inserted in the middle of an ordinary day or along the way on a tired travel night. My house was about color, creativity and fun. I have missed that. My sadness has felt beige, or off white like the winter. Blank, looking at tile, flooring, cabinets, tubs can feel so flat when it happens all of a sudden....burn from trauma. Money and fear of lack can overshadow the new creation of my home. I am digging deep to find my excitement in painting a brand new canvas. Orlando and I are an amazing team as co-creators. All new beginnings present obstacles and challenges. I can do this one with all of the the love and support that surrounds us. Right now, we are figuring out how to battle with mold and moisture. We've got this battle won.

October 9

It has been several days since I have written about my journey back from my traumatic loss and constant transformation. It is as unpredictable as a natural disaster. Friday, I had a day so filled with sadness, that I decided that the most respectful way to exist was to just cry and not explain. Once again, I realized that tears are a language of the heart and soul, words are irrelevant. It was the aggressive driver, the fear of losing my phone, ( fear is often, so far phone hasn't left the vortex of my handbag ), hearing about another storm and then the acutely painful realization that I have lost all of my Christmas ornaments. I staunchly oppose designer Christmas trees. My tree, just like my house was about the exquisite stories, and memories from places we visited, artist created pieces to grace a tree, and then baby's first Christmas and preschool felt cutouts for my kids little faces. How do you handle such a heartless destruction of what represents family, love and life. Mine...you cry and feel totally cool about it. It is no one's fault it hurts and it can't be fixed. A pet dying....no words. Then, I was stuck by the awesome comfort of what is real and amazing and becomes stronger everyday. Family, friends, boundless love, kindness and generosity, That sweetness that brings nourishment to our deepest heart/soul place. I am learning that I can face my loss of what is way more than just things and feel the joy of lovingkindnessgenerosityheartconnection all at the same time. 
Today, my friend Rebecca gave me collected money from her mom and her friends. They live in Iowa. On Sunday, my friend Renata gave me her Red Cross allowance, which I was somehow denied. On Saturday, in thirty minutes, I watched Krista and Danny put together a table and chairs for us. And...the set was from IKEA. Who can do that?? My daughter and her husband can, ( said very proudly ).

This picture is of 2 trees made of wire by an artist in Buenos Aires. We were in the original neighborhood of the city where artists sell their work. Sunny and cool and colorful and talented. The artist gave me an extra small tree as a gift. I gave that little tree to my most precious friend, Celeste. Now she is part of the story too.

October 4

Today was a simpler day. I decided to do what would be considered a more typical day in the life ....banking, food shopping, yoga, a few phone calls. There was even a disappointment without resolution. I am a believer in living a day at a time, being in the moment. It is so great to have philosophical aspirations, but, it is so easy to go way off track. My mind no longer runs lists in my head or expresses self criticism in between thoughts. I worked hard to arrive at this intellectual/emotional state. Today, I found myself floating between the world streaming at its usual pace, me looking like I was a part of it. I am caught between the business of the day, the disbelief that I have lost the security that we created and not knowing any part of this beginning of my future. When so many pieces fall apart at the same time, the mosaic is broken. A new stained glass window has to be created, a whole new design.

I then remembered one of my strongest beliefs. The ONLY guarantee we have is in our relationship with our self. No matter what happens, I won't abandon myself. That means no terrorizing thoughts...projecting worst case scenarios. No calling myself inadequate in any way. Mistakes are human, meant for us to learn not blame. It is brave to be authentic, vulnerable, cry tears of pain or joy, get frustrated, ask for help. That is how we create a loving relationship with our self in the moment, then we can connect heart to heart with chosen friends. This is how I know I am meant to live in the moment.

October 2

Today brought tremendous grief, trauma, and outrage into the world. One hateful human being created the destruction of a war. Prayers, love and light to the families and survivors. A gofundme account has been established for those suffering, injured and left behind. Some of you may know that an account of this kind has been created for Orlando and me. I was so moved, just blanketed in concern, love and hope. The financial support was extremely helpful, but even more than that was the connection to so many people who noticed and wanted to help. A community, a tribe a place of belonging surrounded us. I began to face the sun again with hope.

I have been given an amazing opportunity to show the goodness, love and generosity found in the hearts of so many. This truth belongs to all of us. Connection is the driving force to make his wold a better place. I have noticed when I spend too much alone, a cloud starts to form over me. I feel overwhelmed, not sure which aspect of my life that I need to attend to. When I focus on connection to those that grace my life, my spirit feels revived. I know that I can do this a day at a time.

Today we decided on an apartment. No matter how sparse, I realized how important a nest is. A place to stay and people to share love and kindness makes this a good life. I am okay now, not when the house is rebuilt. A sweet friend sent me this heart today, How perfect ❤️

September 29

 I don't know what my mind was processing in my sleep, but I awoke with a jolt. Immediately, I felt anxious. I thought, what am I supposed to be doing, no clients, no house, no kids. I can't even work on the house, since it is in a drying phase. I have no routine, just many gigantic unknowns. I felt immobilized, I wanted to sleep for a long time. Truthfully, I just wanted to go home. Loss and sadness will come and go. It is normal. My body felt weary, not necessarily open to an exercise cure. Then I remembered I had a coffee date with Ellen. I will not let her down. She will be there for me. My day shifted, I have something important to do. Love and Connection..... the essence of healing ❤️

September 24

These posters are actually bigger than they look. I woke up this morning feeling like I am running as fast as I can and getting no where. After a little prayer and meditation, I decided that the best next step for me would be to go to a spinning class since you get to ride a stationary bike for an hour in a meaningful way. Maria, all heart and motivation taught an amazing class. After more regrouping, went to stretch and regroup again before I enter the strange world of the disaster and recovery community. I ran into my friend Missy. She said, " Looks like you are famous". To which I assured her that I had no idea what she meant. She then said, "Mimi didn't you see the larger than life posters?". No that sounds way crazy though. my reply. Something hit me. I entered the locker room through the family locker room. I told her that, to which she then insisted I check out the front hall. I am, no joke, the poster child for family and hope. I have been given a new job of spectacular importance.

September 24

Today has been jam packed ( is that about a traffic jam ?) with full spectrum head on emotion. Let's start with the heavier side. Our insurance won't cover any damage....wind not water is their dealeo. So of course they won't cover any temporary housing. Then we received an e-mail from FEMA saying that we have no housing allowance because we have insurance overage. We can appeal through snail mail, with our insurance denial which will take up to 90 days. I have been in tremendous despair, I am feeling we have experienced defeat from every financial source available. Don't get me wrong I am so grateful for all of the generous gifts, go fund me, crescent city corvette club, and it's members, personal gifts of all kinds. Sadly, this kind of disaster is inordinately costly .....Faith not fear.....love not isolation.
Now, the amazing part. We have been offered extra rooms in several homes. I have been surrounded with so much love, sincere care, ideas and hugs. We live in a world of wonderful, often selfless, magnificent human beings. Please hear me, we all need to live from the absolute truth that I have been chosen to share. No matter what trauma I am experiencing, my house will be beautiful again and love, generosity, and human kindness will prevail.
I do have a bit of an uncomfortable truth when I consider staying with friends.Trauma people can be very weird. No judgement, just a distinct possibility. Every day is different, food and meal times are erratic, talking too much or not at all, the new normal. I personally like to stare into another time zone for who knows how long. I believe that grief is real and tears are for healing. The hardest part of all, I become highly sensitive. I feel like a little girl, I am afraid that I will do something not quite right, break something, be inadvertently weird, have to apologize for Pablo's behavior, etc. feel stupid uncomfortable. You must remember your own roommate disasters. It can happen again. Just have to put that out there. Feeling better already.
Before I end this entry, I have to tell you what this pic. is about. After Katrina, I was invited by a mentor, to visit her in Vermont. Lots of artists like Vermont. Ben and Jerry make their ice cream there! Best of all at the end of the day anyone who wants a cone gets one free. The only catch is that the flavors are the ones that didn't make the cut. Still fun. That was off track. I went into an artists gallery. There was a woman from an Eastern European country. She had to evacuate for political reasons. Understandingly, horrific for her. She made tapestries of beautiful places. The prices were $220 and up, a value that made sense to me. Beautiful art is priceless. I told her due to my own evacuation I wasn't able to purchase a piece of her work, but that I wanted to buy something as soon as my new life began. She asked which one would be my favorite. I pointed it out. It was $450. I told her that I had complete faith that a day will come where I can afford it. We went to dinner that evening. She gave it to me. I was overwhelmed by her incredible generosity. She told me that all she wanted was for me to tell the people of Louisiana that Vermont had not forgotten them. My heart grew that day. Flood waters did touch it, but it will survive. Like us 💗

Long entry for a reason. A miracle just occurred. A wonderful cousin of Orlando's wants to loan us enough money to rent an apartment for one year, no interest, pay back when possible. You get to witness a miracle too. God is good ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

September 24

Yesterday started with two many no's and dead ends by 8AM. I am marching on autopilot to go to Lifetime 's Amp class taught by JR. This is a class of 100, to support Houston. As soon as I get there, I get a huge hug from my sweet friend Tony M. I start to sob, kindness is the blessing that releases tears. Everyone is cheering and Happy. Not Mimi at the moment. I dive in, it a rock concert/ dance club sort of thing. Caring and endorphins are a great cocktail for a beautiful day