An Urban Girl

The other day, I was merrily driving the UrbanToddler to a park for a play date, when suddenly we came to a road block.  There was a local run and a combination of police and local soccer moms were redirecting traffic.  As I was stopped at a stop sign, and my GPS was telling me to take a right turn, a mom started pointing at me and vigorously waving her arms, directing me to take a left turn.  I pulled down my window and said "I am going to the so and so park.  The GPS says that its to the right, can I take a right turn?".  In my reply, her two arms went into a most intense waving, and she shouted "Take a Left Turn, the park is down there".  I took the left turn, but decided to park the car and walk the mile left to the park in the direction that my GPS was telling me to go.  As I walked by the soccer mom directing the traffic, I smiled and said "the GPS  says the park is up there."  Her eyes widened and she said, "Well, I told you to go left bec

One day Mr. Urban asked me to marry him.  Right away I said yes.   A few minutes later, my mother took all this to be her cue to let the parties begin. First, she hosted an engagement reception for us.  One which I was able negotiate full artistic control over:  Small (that is, what small means in my mother's dictionary) and cozy.   The party was lovely and romantic and filled with love and mango calla lilies, and we'll remember it always. A few months later, my mother hosted another party, a wedding shower.  And no matter how much I tried to assert influence, she wouldn't budge.  She had waited a long time for these days, and not even I could distract her from her vision... On the day of the party, all I had to do was to meet a Persian makeup artist that my mother had booked for me to prepare me for the festivities.  And just so you know, typical Persian women wear their makeup with the same flair and perfection of a Hollywood actress preparing for the Oscars would

I finally got a chance made it a priority to meet myself at the mat this morning. I always feel wonderful when I sit down to deliberate quietness or relax into (a terribly held) upside down dog.  But the good feelings are not enough to bring me back on a consistent basis.  Admittedly, self care is not a strong suit for me.  But I do try.  And when I do, everything falls into place.  The Universe always sends me cryptic messages, welcoming me back to this place I need to visit more often. And this morning, after I had stretched and I had breathed, and placed my palms gently against each other in front of my chest, and asked for grace and patience from the Goddess within and without, a lovely song I've never heard before started playing on the radio...  I am the lady in Spain I'll sing a haunting refrain I am the lady from Mars And I can unscrew the stars I can be Anything I see I can be Anything that I, anything that I see