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Learning From Olympians: Dominique Dawes

Cycle of life

It's been almost six years since I was packing her wedding dress and other items she had left in her room. She had returned from her honeymoon and was settling in her new house in another city. The house felt cold and empty, just like when she left for college. I kept gathering items to ship to her new home, and my thoughts traveled to those childhood years, when she would return from school, hugging me tenderly, showing me her latest project or looking forward to making a snowman. She would have her snack and watch "Shera, the Princess of Power," (when she and her sisters got a little older, TV was prohibited before homework) do her school work, and then it was playtime with her tape recorder, pretending she was a disc jockey, interviewing her sisters on a radio show. Dinner would be simmering on the stove, while I heard the laughter and the games from the three daughters going on upstairs. I was always amazed at how well they got along and I felt fortunate. At night, after all were nicely tucked in bed and I turned off the light, sometimes the famous TV ad would come to my mind "Do you know where your children are right now?" and I felt blessed that we were all under the same roof, safe and sound. I had never thought about what her middle sister had told me the day of the wedding: "Mommy, have you thought that after the wedding festivities are finished, she will be moving so far away from us?" Wow! Five years seemed like an eternity. Her husband would be starting his medical residency, thousands of miles away. While gathering the final items in the room, and that big number 5 still resonating in my head, I thought about my parents too, how they must have felt when I left their home. Well, I changed into my tough mode, realizing this is just another stage in life. Even though I think parents never cease to be parents, yes, our children come of age, the cycle continues and we have to let them grow their own wings. If they do, we must consider our job well done.

As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans." The famous five years have come to an end. After mission acomplished, several great friendships made and a baby boy who brings so much joy to their life, the young bride who moved so far away is now closer. Her husband has been posted for a couple of years to this area and I am thrilled that they would be able to visit us more often. They are living three hours away, and I was just there this past week. Their baby is now a toddler, who is very musical, alert and funny. I think of them tonight and send them many mother blessings!

Supporting and stabilizing the lower back

The practice of Trikonasana (Triangle pose)

Logic and Intuition

What is the difference?
Deepak Chopra on Intuition

Screen Tests

He has made me laugh a lot, so it was interesting to see Will Ferrell being serious!
You can also watch Screen Test with Penelope Cruz Natalie Portman, Tara Banks and more.

Los hermanos Jonas visitan la Casa Blanca por una buena causa:
Jonas Brothers leave mark on White House

On writing

For my readers who love to write, please check Elizabeth Gilbert's:
THOUGHTS on WRITING
I really enjoyed her book "Eat-Pray-Love"

It's all about weddings!!

Diana's Blog.

Para mis lectores que sufren de alergias:

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Poema a mi padre

Hola! He querido compartir con mis amigos de habla hispana, un poema de mi libro "Contigo Un Momento." Por favor, perdonen la falta de acentos, hasta que siga mejorando la pagina. Un abrazo para todos.

A MI PADRE

Caminando por el parque
me he encontrado a un hombre viejo
que me trajo a la memoria
a mi padre que esta lejos.

Con su caminar pausado
y la mirada en el cielo
no trato de detenerlo
pero lo miro muy quedo

y me acuerdo de mi viejo,
ese, que hoy no esta conmigo,
y a quien yo llevo, muy dentro
aunque partio ya hace tiempo.

Memorias de mi ninez
trae hoy el pensamiento.
Su comprension, su paciencia,
su buen humor y su aliento.
Su gran amor va conmigo
aunque a el, ya no lo tengo.

Algun dia lo vere.
Se que nos encontraremos.
No puede ser que despues
de ese amor tan dulce y tierno,
todo aqui ya se termine
y no vuelva nunca a verlo.

Miriam Messina-Gutierrez
Buenos Aires 23 de Enro 2006

Thinking about Nico tonight

I have fallen in love with his little voice
and that lovely smile
with his tender hugging and the funny dance
and I enjoy the creative names he has given to everyone!

From the "Bipas" and the "Titas" and the "Ayas" and "AMI"
and let's not forget their doggy, which he lovely calls him "E"
Little Nico, is a joy to baby sit, and how much he loves to "read"!

Now I think about the times, when he hugged me tenderly
caressing his little blue blanket, which he soflly calls it "BEE"
and he's in my thoughts tonight , wishing him a good night sleep.
God bless the little grandchild and his lovely family!

An attempt to modern style?

This may not be a poem of perfect measure or exact rhyme
It's just a humble attempt to use free style
and I sit here, but you are not near; That makes me cry
and I put my thoughts together, during this weather

trying to become a blogger.
They say " Don't bother" " Just let it fly"
and I listen to the thunder, and then I wonder, what it'd be like:
to be less afraid of this technology; It's not going to bite!

pretend I'm just, wherever, and very clever, just sit and write!
as if at my desk, paper and pencil, not an imbecile who has to hide.
Where is the poem? I have to ask

I guess it'll come another day, when I'm not hungry
which makes me wonder:
I need a bite!