The Longitude and Latitude of Identity

(This is an exploration for a story I am writing)

The 2 suns and 3 moons kept each other company, playfully rearranging themselves,  causing astrologers to run millisecond by millisecond charts.  Axials were intricate to configure, and the numerology became endless recounts of Cartesian products.  In the mathematical model the data was done in two valued predicate logic, having two possible subset evaluations for each proposition.  So was this true, false, or not applicable?  Null no longer existed in the numbers, everything meant something, even if that something was unknown.  Could this relational math model bring logic and order?  

Numbers are untamed by their order.  Numbers and words are one - basic, binary,singular,  and in my own mind I understand the unity of them.

The science of identity became based on the longitude and latitude in the universe at the time of birth, a pinpoint of fleeting time, a thumb tack on a map, a supernova in space, a planet unto her own.  The universe in her belly, a black-hole in her history, a pit of matter - that could not be created nor destroyed.  

This is a true story, if you say it is unlikely - ask yourself what is true, what is likely to be true?  Here lies the difficultly of physical determinants - which are all in motion, as everyone and everything is in motion - the stability shifts, so what is solid is not solid - it is all just shifting matter.  Everyone knew their place even if they did not know the mathematics that predicted it.

How would you put your life down on paper?  How would you quantify what you've done?  Social reporting, crowd sourcing your life - like objects you possess, instead of something you are, something you do, something untenable, summed up in three sentences or less.  What you are is not a substance, it is a flow of energy, a flow of matter - a flux of substance, you are never the same person twice, your entire body's cells turn over every 7 years, not one cell in your body is the same as one you had 7 years ago.   

How does the memory remain?  

What is it that you need - time, space, land, sea,   - what is it that you can build, change in time - in the set square of the universe?  Searching the hell that heaven occupies, looking toward the skies with your feet so planted in the earth.  Virgil and Dante in Dionysus's grove looking at the chiaroscura floorboards for who they were, for who they are, and who they will be.  

Who Are You?

Note:  This is an exploration for a larger story project....

After working 18 hours a day 6 days a week for many years, when I was out of work, I found myself having to write down my likes and my dislikes - I had to shift out of automatic and learn how to drive in first gear again.  My mind was adrift searching for a safe-harbor, a new way of life, a new way to live it. 

I still go to bed ticking, and wake up erratically because the watch is no longer ticking but I am.  People say, that I should regulate my life through others movement - having them be my timepiece. 

Who are you?   

Are you the reflection in the mirror, a shard of glass, the store window, the handle of your bicycle?  Are they all you, the images caught of who you were in those moments?  Is it a magic mirror that distorts your image?  Is it you, who you are in all of those objects, defined with certainty, is it your true nature or the nature of the world - and were you in it?  Where is my point of reference?  A hand held guidebook showing you the path to walk on, do you stay on it, so you can get to where you're going?  Do you like what you see past your reflection, what is behind you in another room?    The past is not behind, because you left it in the front yard for all to see, for you, for them, a reminder for your 7 year cells.

Who are you? 

You can search for yourself online.  Is that who you are?  A google search away from finding out everything you need to know about yourself.  Perhaps Wiki-people has your dossier on it, you compartmentalized with blue italicized embedded links to your family, friends, spouse, ex-spouse(s), your resume, blog, portfolio, reel, facebook, myspace, linkedin and twitter pages, pictures from your high school yearbook, and your college paper, books you've read, movies and music you like and dislike, charity and group affiliations, your criminal record, your tax records, your age, birth date, blood type, medical records, and FICA scores, all just a scroll away.  The complete list includes: the heroes, celebrities, athletes, writers, poets, and villains that share your name.  All your information profiled so the ads appearing would correlate to the product displayed with each page view.  And, your dashboard tells you who viewed you by day, week, month, all time history, and what country it was trafficked from.  Is that what you were searching for?  Is that who you are?

Who Am I? 

Nicole  - means cold in German, and Victor or Leader of the people in Greek.

Gabriel - means war in German, and God's able bodied one - in Greek

So I could be a cold war, a leader of the people that God able bodied, a cold God abled body, or a leader of the war.   

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DeLeon - means of Lions according to Irish guides, and from Lyon according to a French reference.  That will come later.

Who Am I?
Am I a numercial value whose sum is actually the total, or just a component?



 

N	I	C	O	L	E		G	A	B	R	I	E	L
5	9	3	6	3	5		7	1	2	9	9	5	3

The Meaning of a name using Numerology
Numerology is an ancient science developed by Pythagoras. It is believed that numerology offers an insight into the personality by assigning numeric values to the letters contained in names.  Each letter contained in the name is assigned a number. Every number is associated with specific characteristics.
 

1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9
A	B	C	D	E	F	G	H	I
J	K	L	M	N	O	P	Q	R
S	T	U	V	W	X	Y	Z

Add together all the numbers of the name:

Nicole (5+9+3+6+3+5) = 31 and Gabriel (7+1+2+9+9+5+3) = 36
Then add together the values 31+36 = 67 
Then add together 6+7 = 13

Then add together 1+3 = 4

Adding my married name:

D	E	L	E	O	N
4	5	3	5	6	5

Add together all the numbers of the name:

Nicole (5+9+3+6+3+5) = 31, Gabriel (7+1+2+9+9+5+3) = 36, and DeLeon (4+5+3+5+6+5) = 28
Then add together the values 31+36 + 28 = 95 
Then add together 9+5 = 14

Then add together 1+4 = 5

So have I changed who I am just by changing my name when I got married?  Have I changed from a 4 to a 5? (interpretation chart below)  Have I strayed from the "Traditionalist" and become a "Free Spirited Creative".  Perhaps, perhaps not.  I wanted to transform my life, but did that happen before or after I changed my name, did it happen at all?  I cannot not tell you, I do not know.  If it did transpire, I didn't see it happening, yet I sit here writing.  Is this what they mean when people say someone has "completely changed after they got married"?  Are we the search engine, the image, the origin, the name, the numbers, or the nature?

Interpretation Meaning and Characteristics using Numerology and the Name Number

Number	Meaning & Characteristics
1	Competitive - a leader, independent, strength, creative and original
2	Diplomatic - friendly, tactful, peaceful, gentle and sensitive
3	Optimistic - Easygoing, sociable, spontaneous and humorous
4	Traditionalist - Determined, reliable, conservative, activist and organized
5	Creative - Free spirited, artistic, enquiring, innovative and influential
6	Contributor - Responsible, careful, conventional and reliable
7	Inventive - Imaginative, resourceful, eccentric, quiet and thoughtful
8	Organizer - Leadership skills, planner, strong, high achiever and sound judgment
9	Humanitarian - Compassionate, caring, charitable and civilized

COMMENT & TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.......

Invention vs. Fabrication

Fabricating is certainly not inventing. Truth or the image of truth? Actual life or imaginative  life? Invent:  The word has altered in meaning.  Strickly, from the Latin Invenire, Inventum, it means "To come upon. In = upon. Venire = to come.  Invent.  Not to devise or contrive or fabricate but to find that which exists.  Perhaps everything that can exist does exist, as Plato would say, in pure form, but perhaps those forms with which we become the most familiar now pass for what we call actual life.  The world of everyday experience is a world of redundant form.  Form coarsened, cheapened, made easy and comfortable, the hackneyed and the cliched, not what is found but what is lost.  Invention then would return to us, forms not killed through too much use.  Art does it.  But if what can exist does exist, is memory invention or is invention memory?

Rogue Wave

Knowing is first.  Or is it?  Not believing, hoping, not faith, or wanting.  Knowing is based in fact not fantasy.  Need is fact - an absolute, want is fantasy - a perception.  There's the beginning, or is it the end?

The experience of the flighty high.  A potent, maniac, limbic chemical, the alluring concoction of overt behavior and consciousness.  A heady drug imprinting on the malleable mind.  Conquering it's devastation, with everything, with nothing, circling like a predator, waiting, making its indelible mark.  The pitch-black headache, buried under the rubble of grief.

Snapshots of page impressions on the mind, pictures, dreams, incarnations of the persona you invented, who you wish to be.  Who will you be today?  This frame in time, that's all there is.  A kidnapper, stealing your guile, but leaving the wrapping we know as the body.  His empathetic plight.   You captured in his bond - refusing to leave your tormentor.  Bound by your unspoken agreement, a promise given in a glance. 

A rogue wave engulfs you, you trustingly do not thrash for air.  The white crests boil and retreat.  The eddy pulls you under the current beneath the surface.  Above the water and light - a halo, a cloaked Aepyornis borne from Etherus's miraculous malaiaic temple.  The mystical facets fractional light, seducing your soul.  Behind the falling water and rock, a cavern, the dark place you have hidden,  a gravitational implosion you need, not want to fill.  In the crow's nest of your mind's eye, you willingly welcome the stranger, trusting.  The kidnapper, no longer an alien, the interloper is your countrymen.  

Chits neatly stacked like casino chips, easy come, easy go, let it ride.  Printed ticker-tape promises folded and tucked away, love notes from a Lothario.  The villainous pact of a better life.  A life without worry.  You slipping into the cool unspoiled togs, starched and smooth, they lure you, fleetingly embracing your psyche, your heart, your hands.  David's secret chord whispering Hallelujah. 

Your old rags aged, torn, spent, marked by history, frayed with experience, much like your life.  Unearthing regret in the most sensible part of your heart, betraying your empirical being. These worn bits make them yours, they have seen your life, these hand me downs.  Wanting to start over, reinventing oneself, looking the part.  Out with the old, in with the new -  You.

The world breaks everyone, when healed you are stronger in the broken places.  Bringing you back to the place you were borne - the silence, the breath, the life.  It is all stitched into who you are, not who you will be.

E.S.B. 9/12

Turning at the curve of the path I see the Empire State Building against the periwinkle sky, outlined in the tears of mist, obnubilate in gray mourning.    The spire, extending to where harmony lives, a dreamland, Zion, piercing the gradient sky.  The syringe valiantly standing, diagnostically spanning the lineation, healing the city of past malevolence.  Bandaging the wounds of tomorrow.

Identity

May the sun splinter through the clouds and break the light in shards upon your head. Feel the warm golden rays embrace you, gather strength and wisdom of this aged light. Sun aged light. Light is energy, feel it unabashedly pour into your mind and soul. The mind is free. If the body is personal the mind is trans-personal. Its range is not limited by action or desire. It's range is not limited by identity.

The Cliffs

The light fell out of the seamed sky in halos and cloaks. Squares and circles of light that dropped through the cut clouds and made single sense of all the broken pieces... the land, the sea, man. Your past, your life, not fragments, not fragmented now, but a long curve of movement that you begin to recognize.

Still the light. The light in marvelous fabric, wrapping you, a Quattro cento angel in unwoven cloth. The spear-light unfettered. You begin to sing. You sing from the place that had been marked; the book, the body, the heart. The place where grief had hid, not once, but many times. Your voice now strong and light. The sun under your tongue. A woman of infinite space.

From the cliff, standing with your family you look out, or do you look in? Held in the frame of light, was not the world, nor its likeness, but a strange equivalence, where what was thought to be revealed, and where what could not be known, kept its mystery but lost its terror. You can all see the sea in gold leaf and the purple and pearl of the cliffs. It is not too late.

The majority of things in the world are such, that one would not believe them, if one were told about them. Only those who experience it, believe, but do not know how.....

Writing A Screenplay: In The Break Of A Wave

The Beginning: Playing With Ideas


This is not a love story, but love is in it.  That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.


We're here, there, not here, not there, swirling like specks of dust, claiming for ourselves the rights of the universe. Being important, being nothing, being caught in lives of our own making that we never wanted. Breaking out, trying again, wondering why the past comes with us, wondering how to talk about the past at all.

There's a booth in Grand Central Station where you can go and record your life. You talk. It tapes. It's the the modern day confessional - no priest, just your voice in the silence. What you were in that moment, digitally saved for the future.

Forty minutes is yours.

So what would you say in forty minutes - what would be your death-bed decisions? What of your life will sink under the waves, and what will be like a lighthouse, calling you home?

All stories must be told. Well, maybe that's true, maybe all stories are worth hearing , but not all stories are worth telling.

When I look back across the span of water I call my life, I can see me there finding fossils that turned out to be other people's lives. My life. Their life. All of us bound together, tidal, moon-drawn, future, present, and past in the break of a wave.

There I am, edging along the rim of growing up, then the wind came and blew me away, and it was too late to shout. I would have to grow up on my own.

And I did, and the stories I want to tell you will light up part of my life, and leave the rest in darkness. You don't need to know everything. There is no everything. The stories themselves make the meaning.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

When you look closely, the twenty-four hour day is framed into a moment; the still-life of the jerky amphetamine world. That woman - a pieta. Those men, rough angels with an unknown message. The children holding hands, spanning time. And in every still-life, there is a story, the story that tells you everything you need to know.

There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. Theirs. It has to be seen to be believed. And it has to be heard. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard.

Some people say that the best stories have no words. It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit the template called language.

I know that. But I know something else too. Turn down the daily noise and at first there is the relief of silence. And then, very quietly, as quiet as light, meaning returns. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

Fireworks Follow-Up

Shane and I did a low key 4th. We found a path to the Parsippany Fireworks. First Video below - of course I was trying a walk & record (without tripping that is), the night eye on the camera is not great (I didn't think it would be), but these are all things I need to find out. P.S. that is the back of Shane's head and him telling me to watch my step.



Next, we set up our chairs and had a very nice view, some video below. I noticed on the video that after a small span of time when there was just black "air" the cameras eye was searching, so when the fireworks started back up again, they were fuzzy. What a nice night. Easy in Easy out.


I know it is & was the lead-in and following week for the 4th but WOW! The work week has been slow. By that I mean, I've been faced with tepid responses for screenings, or people were just not in. I don't know if everyone is irritated by the warm weather, but people are not receptive.

My client and I have worked a lot out, and now seem to be on a good working path. Now, I just have to make the marketing plan work. More on that later.

Faith Restored.

My faith is renewed in people this week.

I went to my friend's 40th birthday girls night out dinner last week. I've known this person since I started working in NYC full-time back in 1992 - or was is '93? Crazy to think back to a time that seems like a lifetime ago - especially since it was when my professional life really began.

My friend had left her wedding & engagement ring on the shelf in a YMCA while she was getting ready to come to her party. She had just cleaned them and didn't want to get any hair product on them. Luckily (or so we thought), her Mom and daughter were still at the Y, so she called earnestly to have her Mom go get it.

It was gone. It wasn't at the front desk, it wasn't in the ladies room.... We were all astounded that someone would have walked off with such valuables - even in this economy, is nothing sacred? Despite this news, we had a lot of laughs at the dinner party.

When I got home I received a call telling me a woman had found the rings and they were returned - WHEW! My faith restored that people really will do the right thing in the end.

My New Landscape, Last Week

Shane was away all last weekend at a golf event in Michigan, so I was able to get a few extra things done with the landscaping. I was trying to get a last minute surprise together but it didn't work out. I wasn't ready to execute it, and since it was a holiday weekend most of my friends were not available.

Monday; I picked Shane up at the Airport (a first for me because I was always working), the flight was on-time and all was fine. Later in the afternoon, I had a meeting with my client. I was hoping he'd be happy with my ideas for his business, and he was, so now I can start on the process. It's pretty much a home run since it would be a medically beneficial service offered that can help people, as well as his business. Before you think I'm "selling' you on this, read on.

I'm a little wary of praising someone that I've known for only a month or so, but I'm giving it some time. I have been a patient of his and he is fixing problems I've had in my neck for a little over a month now. It's been a slow process which concerns me even more, but I did a lot of damage to it, so currently I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt while keeping my eyes open.

My client is quick in a few areas and seems to know what he is talking about, but he is really unorganized, and will need to up his game in a BIG way to gain my full confidence. Some glaring and easy fixes are there, which I have been brutally honest to point out. If I can't be honest, then there's no reason for me to be there. I realize it may not be a Marketing / PR persons job to point these operational problems out, but as someone who has been in operations for most of their professional life, I have to do it, and it can only help his business.

I am finding out more regarding suburban life while still doing my job too. Did you know you could get a half sheet cake that serves 48 people for about $18 at Costco (and I hear it's yummy)? There are different themes you can pick AND, they will write what you want on it too. Here's a quick line: http://www.costco.com/service/featurepage.aspx?productno=11213671

I did more pricing, ShopRite has a half sheet cake that serves 25 people also for about $18 they have themes, and will also write on it, or for $10 more they can print out an edible image (picture, logo, etc.) which I think is pretty cool. I thought they only did that in specialty bake shops. Really nice for special occasions. I didn't find an example to link to but I'll take a picture of the result if we decide to go that way. This would be perfect for the business logo, but it would be pricey to do all the time (they will NOT give a volume discount).

What does all that have to do with my job? Well, we are doing appreciations (bringing them food and giving a little speech about how much we appreciate what they are doing for the community), and I suggested starting with the real service people; Ambulance Squads, EMTs, Paramedics, their instructors, Fire & Police Departments, and Volunteer groups. Doing this is just good business, and of course it allows me to fulfill honoring people who rarely get appreciated. Everyone loves getting cake, even though I'm personally against giving away sweets while trying to educate people on their health, but honestly people like getting treats.

It's Sunday the 27th, and a small screening we were suppose to have today has been canceled because our machine needs a little TLC. So luckily I can now use the time to pick up my writing again. The machine should be up and running for our screening tomorrow night at The Club (a gym) in Morristown, so the inconvenience is nominal. More on that later.



Personal Progress Report:
* Tree Moved in Yard - check
* Diet (life eating change - not diet plan) - in place and going well.
* Workout - although I took last weekend and Monday off due to gearing up for my meeting, I jumped back in on Tuesday, and have been going strong with 1 to 2 workouts/day.
* Weight Lost: 4 pounds. Whew!

The Pace Of A New Work /Life - Life

Our pet family from oldest to youngest: Charlie Chaplin - the 15+ yr old dog, Lola (Charlie Chaplin's love) - 3 yr old cat, Spidey (aka Peter Parker) - 1 yr old cat, and Ollie - 6 mo old kitten (named from Laurel & Hardy). They all love each other, which is truly amazing to watch.

After weeks of not being so busy, today was a nice exception.

Shane needed office help, so I ran errands for him early this morning. This was just simply typing up some documents, and running back and forth to the court house to get and deliver the necessary forms. His office is 4.5 blocks from the court house, so going back and forth is fast and easy. By the way, there was literally NO waiting - which made me VERY happy. I never knew it was that easy. I have to say don't bring a big bag with you, the magnetometer check point at the entrance was / is required every time I entered the building . I've put in real estate documents, and litigation documents - seriously - NO waiting.

Also, around the corner from Shane's office, is my new freelance employers office. We went over more of the training he wanted me to finish as quickly as possible, and just as quickly I was out the door. I ran home so I could be there in case the Sears repair person came at the "top" of the 4 hour window - and of course the answer to that is NO he was not. He did arrive 3 hours into the window, but was able to fix the ice maker in short order, not so bad. In the meantime, I was able to read more training literature, write a bit, and experience the purr of Spidey (aka Peter Parker) sitting next to me while I worked, ahhhhh.

The technology for the new appliances is wonderful, but with that comes the glitches one finds in newer digitally run items. The bugs are being worked out; PC Richards easily fixed our Electrolux oven / range last week, and Sears as I said easily and quickly fixed our refrigerator.

Shane leaves tomorrow morning for a long golf weekend in Michigan, so - party at my house - just kidding, well sort of.....

I know it'll be a late night because he's not nearly ready to go, and only partially packed of course. More later...after Yoga.

Extreme Downloading

Ok, Ok, I'm a huge music fan, I spent the better part of Sunday finding a song I had heard but didn't know the name of, I finally found it: Sara Bareilles, Gravity. Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_U6iSAn_fY - Love it.

And I do have to say thank you, thank you to iTunes for your preview button, I would have never found the song without it.

The other portion of my download obsession was for my new part time gig. This will be marketing. My new employer gave me a website from his marketing partner with TONS of info for the marketing plan. What he needs to be done, is just someone to implement it - and now that is me. Seems like it will be a good fit, although it doesn't seem like he really knows how to express what he really wants or needs, but I think that will come in time. I will be starting on the ground floor so I can only go up from there.

Today's Life Plan:

Yoga - done

Cardio - done

Personal time - done

Work hours - ongoing

Family time - ongoing

Dinner - something I pour milk on in a bowl... don't judge me :)

Any advice on any subject is always welcome.

Wish me luck!

Sundays: A New Way To Look At Them

Sunday was about giving time to my family. I got up early to watch Shane pitch at his softball game. The team won the first game 20 to 10, they lost the second game by 3. This was also a test of my new camera and testing the basic editing program. Please keep in mind I was standing on a riser shooting this over the chain fence which was about 8 feet high. I know it's not great video, but not bad considering the circumstance.

So I did not come back on Sunday to write.

Day Two

Last Night: My husband and I went to a get together with some of his softball buddies. It was a nice little house in the middle of nowhere, but when we got there everyone had clearly started drinking many hours prior to our arrival. So much for meeting new people and trying to actually branch out and have a conversation. We only stayed for a few hours, and the setting could only be described as a reclamation of their pre-graduate selves. The group was a mixed bag of ages which made the scene more alarming instead of less. Sssssslurring beer pong was the game of the evening - lovely, I didn't play in college, and I didn't play last night either.

Fitness: My plan for this morning was to put in a full double at the gym: Cardio-Kickboxing, then Yoga. Well, it didn't quite come to fruition. I never made it to kickboxing because I stayed up too late last night at the get together. So I settled for Yoga, then a 3 mile jog - not bad, I'm used to improvising.

Health: I am doing a 3 month full body; liver, kidney, and lymph detox. I started 4 weeks ago, at first it was crazy, but now it's eating normally. Weight lost so far - not even ONE pound - annoying.

Food & Drink: 2 cups of iced Yogi herbal tea, an egg white sandwich, and lots of water. Dinner was a steak salad, no bread or croutons, some strawberries, 3-1 inch cubes of watermelon, and 3-1 inch pie shaped pieces of pineapple. Yum! I was still craving something sweet so I splurged on a Luigi's Lemon Ice (100 calories), and that finished the meal perfectly.

Job Hunt: I looked through my emails to see what my searches brought in for the day - nothing, literally not one posting, so I started going through my list of specific websites looking as well and ....nothing. Now I realize it's Saturday, but usually I find something posted late on a Friday. So no researching, no targeted cover letter or tweaked resume, it was time to get to the life portion of the day.

Life: Chores I would say for the day. Mowing the lawn used to be novel when we first bought our house, but now it's just a chore that I try to do as quickly as possible. The yucca plants are blooming, the picture of the bloom - taken with my phone's camera is at the top of this writing. Then it was onto weeding the mulch beds, and trimming the longer grass at the edges of the property. After 3 hours, I was spent, dirty, and thirsty. Maybe this should have been my exercise for the day....

Tonight Shane went off to another friend's get together, I opted to stay home so I could write, and watch Ron White, then Lewis Black on TV. Good laughs if you get a chance to see them.

That's it for now. I hope you all had a fabulous Saturday, that is if anyone is reading this. I don't exactly know how I'm going to be shaping my writing, so I hope you'll stick with me while I figure it out.

- Nic

Day One: June 11, 2010

After losing my full-time job last month, I found myself at a cross-roads. I know there are many people out there in the same situation, but I loved what I did, and I did it for 18 hours a day, six to seven days a week for years. So now, for the first time in 28 years I don't have a full time job. When my former company downsized again (for the nth time in the last 5 years) I was out, and even though I knew it wasn't "personal" as they say, it still stung, more than a little bit.

I now find myself trying to navigate the world of interviewing. I know how to network, I have a network, I have my friends and ex-colleagues, and now I have a whole new world of freelancing out there, so I decided it's time to try something new. I have also decided to start writing about the journey here, I can't wait to see where it ends.

For the first time in a month I am re-energized about the future, and about what working in this new environment means. Part of what it means (as I found out today) is that I CAN be at home for a repair person call to fix the ice maker on the refrigerator. That may not be exciting to anyone (not even me) but it is a whole new experience, I can start living outside of my work, instead of living at work (figuratively of course). I have been able to reconnect with old friends, my community, charities, as well as getting back on track with my health and fitness goals.

Tonight I am off to the Spring Fling @The Frelinghuysen Arboretum http://www.morrisparks.net/aspparks/frelarbmain.asp in Morristown. I will let you know how this new found freedom is unfolding.

I hope you will join me on this journey.


- Nicole