Sage Living

I was born of the sea and when I die it’s where I will return.

With my first breath of life I breathed in the knowing of my purpose in life: to inspire and be of service through various acts of creative expression.

My most cherished act of creativity being: the honor of growing a human being inside of me. The birth of my child was the beginning of life anew for us both. When one’s intentions are pure, never again can life be seen as anything less than miraculous; from being a part of the creative life force of the universe in such a deeply significant way.

The foundation of my being is authenticity through speaking my truth, empathy through active listening, encouragement through faith in each person’s ability to attain and maintain life at their highest potential, support by being present in the ever eternal moment of now, and I’m genuinely positive and happy because I see the beauty in life.

I’m sincere in sharing what I see by way of giving others compliments; because complimenting others comes naturally to me.

I find laughter in darkness for sometimes laughter is our only light.

I live with integrity by saying what I mean and meaning what I say.

I speak directly but with kindness which has earned me the nicknames of both “Sunshine” and “Joan of Arc.”

If every person’s life is like a movie, mine would be styled by Federico Fellini and written by Frank Capra. The soundtrack would be a bootleg session by Nina Simone of songs that have never been heard but are familiar in the way this unique singer sings them- but also obscure to each new generation who has never heard of her.

The movie of my life would culminate into an experience that is magical, whimsical, profound, chaotic, tragic, heartbreaking, inspiring and yet hopeful.

I’d live in an apple green house with trim the color of a kitten’s pink nose.
Calla lilies would grow all year round.
The birds would tweet “OM.”
Fairies would dance in my yard
and mermaids would swim in my ocean.

It would be against the law to wear shoes on soft grass or cool sand. And I would be a part of making all laws.

My only transportation would be a bike of my choosing, of character: a rusted bicycle with chipped red paint and a yellowed basket to carry organic produce to and from in.

I’d ride this bicycle barefoot in a white, flowy, 100% Cotton dress.
The path to my door would be made of extended olive branches from the kindness only found in the hearts of Midwesterners and the flexible trees from the land of Northern Italy.

Instead of telephones people would communicate with telepathy.
Live theatre would replace Television.

We wouldn’t need computers with spell check and cut, copy and paste, because we would take the time to learn to spell and we would take the time to form our thoughts before speaking and writing them so that they wouldn’t need to be edited.
“Health insurance” would be insuring our health by protecting how our foods are processed, what we eat, how we eat and how we move through life with thoughts, words and deeds.

People would communicate in person or through dreams. Because they would learn to listen with the purity of their hearts before they listen through the filter of their ego, judgement and fear, disguised as their mind and ears.
The value of intuition would be inborn and the majority of people would use their intuition to make all decisions. And because we are all one, that intuition would come from the same source: the creative life force of the universe. By nurturing inner peace we are creating a life of peace in the collective conscience.

I’d live in an artist’s colony: surrounded by art, literature, dance, music and theatre.

I’d begin each day with 1-2 hours of physical movement- either a walk on the beach, or through an olive orchard or ballet or by practicing yoga in the natural suit of skin I entered the world in, with only sunshine as my coverage.
After exercise I’d sit on my patio re-hydrating with water and a game of chess. While waiting for my opponent to move their chess piece I’d amuse myself by creating silly puns or anagrams of objects in my sight line. For it’s just as important to exercise the brain as it is the body- especially with humor-the salve of life.

In the afternoon, I’d gather with loved ones. We’d eat outdoors with the sky as our roof. Our menu would be varied with the seasons. A typical spring meal might include: grilled eggplant accented with basil. Homemade humus, oven baked baguettes with melted feta, roasted garlic and extra virgin olive oil, a salad of rich, mixed, baby romaine, garden fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, red onions, Italian herbs and spices and Kalamata olives.

We’d sip red wine and laugh and tell stories all through our meal break which would be 2-4 hours long each day.
Dessert would be a small, perfect piece of dark chocolate. Or the pleasure of passion shared with a lover that if released with abandon could populate a village with its offspring.


Through the simple tenderness of holding hands and being lost in the eternal moment of now from the melt of a kiss that could align planets with the potential for world peace.

We’d celebrate each day as life was meant to be appreciated: through playing music, dancing and improvisational acting on our outdoor amphitheater. This is where emotions would be expressed- not in arguments or lawsuits.

After lunch I’d continue with any chores that needed to be done in my community: gardening, laundry, cleaning, child care, cooking, etc.
Then I’d lull myself to nap and rest by reading one of the thousands of books that lined my community library.
In the evenings, I’d work as a torch singer who sang the blues with a smile.
Then I’d come home alone and play the cello until the sun rose.

On the weekends, I’d write “The Great American Novel” only since I’d be living in Italy, it might be called, “The Great Expatriate Novel.”

I’d walk through each day spreading unconditional love and pouring the water of light over the smolder of negativity and human tendency toward being judgmental of self and others.

To say I was a “free spirit” would be too conservative an observation.

To say “I’m free” would be too liberal.

Instead, I simply say, “I am.”