HeyJaredThe Elegant Bohemian Life
Life essays: raw, unfiltered and sometimes sensual. Luminous perspectives from a Bohemian writer.
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TEARS (opens the original)
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Hold On... (opens the original)
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Midst the climbing height of laundry needing to be cleaned, the floors you keep saying need to be washed and dealing with an iPhone that might be a lemon (and in looking up the “symptoms” for a lemon, it rates four out of five), the sky clears and the hawk glides past the puffed up bright white clouds, its wings soaring wide open, as if on a swing, as if it’s all in enjoyment. And perhaps it is.Perhaps its only goals in life are to hunt, to eat and to fly, with pleasure. Swooping down and soarin
Panty Overload and Underworn (opens the original)
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So here’s the thing: we’re walking down the sidewalk that moves through the greenbelt of our new community (Lulu, Barkley and myself). It’s a beautiful morning and in the distance looms breathless views of the Rocky Mountain range, which is why I love to walk this path. I’m actually feeling wonderful; slept in cat naps all night long, had great dreams featuring Barkley (who I am dogsitting) and actually knowing that I’m organized in terms of time and events, today. Both huge wins…Yet something i
Everyday Miracles (opens the original)
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Today is a day of miracles.(Actually it began early this morning, around 2 am, when I fell asleep and slept and dreamed for hours, awakening at 7:30 am. That was a miracle, too.)Lulu and I started on our walk. A young boy, across the street said, “Oh, what an adorable dog! Can I pet her?”“Yes, of course.”He told me he was walking to the bus stop. “Would you like to walk with me?”I felt flattered.<
Buglers (opens the original)
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Yesterday, we drove to Estes Park, to view and listen to the buglers. The buglers are the Elk and the males bugle (sounding more like a shofar), to alert the females, to get their attention. Near dusk, the park turns magical and mystical. Unfortunately, because of the extreme heat we’ve been experiencing in Colorado, the Elk did not show. (One traveler with binoculars said she could see one, way off in the distance, hiding between the dense treed forest.) We forgot our binoculars, so didn’t see
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