Off to Work

Just off of Harvard Square near the Charles Hotel, where Hunter lives, is the entrance to the JFK Park.  Its spectacular colorful canopy is so amazingly unique.

Stu Turns 43!

We celebrated Stuart's 43rd birthday last night at Bacco in the North End.  The view to Salem Street from the upstairs balcony seating was amazing.  Quiet dinner and an intimate, small celebration.

Hunter in Contemplation

Jenny's North End Finale

Yesterday at The Langham with Jenny and Stuart

Stuart's early birthday celebration with Jenny

Jenny at Chanel

Granary Burying Ground with Jenny

When I was younger and I was anticipating an event in the future I would say, “I can’t wait until my birthday.” Or, “I can’t wait until I can legally drink.” “I can’t wait until I ____________.” My grandfather would always respond with, “Denise, don’t wish your life away.” At the time, that made ZERO sense to me. Why would I wish my life away? I am not wishing to die…? But, now that I am a bit older and a bit more traveled I realize what he meant.

The days go by so very quickly. Minutes and hours slip by. Weeks disappear without much effort anymore. Summer heat has disturbingly vanished to chilly fall mornings. Wishing for an event to come quickly is a habit I am trying to break. Instead, I am trying to savor the anticipation. Live in the moments leading up to the event. Making the waiting and the living just as pleasurable as the event itself. This may sound silly, but difficult to do, at least for me.

One of my New Year resolutions was to – Live a more contemplative daily life, one filled with discovery and awakening for what is truly happening around me. In other words, trying to be aware of my life as I live it. Think about what I am experiencing and being present during it all.
Today I read about Jamie Livingston. He died on his 41st birthday. 41. Starting on March 31, 1979 he began visually documenting his life. He called the project “Photo of the Day” and presumably planned to collect them at some point - had he lived. He died on October 25, 1997 - (again, his 41st birthday).

He captured 6,697 Polaroids in as many days. It reveals that all the small moments are what make up a life.

While I was in Dharamsala, India- the location of the exiled Tibetan government- I had my official astrological chart read. It detailed my life span, physical condition, economic and political power, and overall luck in business and work. It has been right on with major events. Knowing when the Tibetan government thinks I am going to die puts things into a different perspective. In the meantime, I am going to try to live the small moments to their fullest, because at the end of it all that is all I will have… approximately 17, 520 Polaroids.