Why Women Need Women

‘“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo—what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.” ~Oprah

Lately, I have been filled with so much love for the women in my life. Seriously to the point that when I think of them or speak to them, I am compelled to cry and tell them how much I love them and feel so grateful. I cannot blame it on hormones anymore, it’s just me being fully immersed in the love and gratitude for the special element, that only women can bring to another woman.

I have many women in my life, some who have been in my life for decades some who are new to my circle, each and every one of them is different in so many ways; age, culture, religion, ethnicity, socio economic, race, relationship status. What brings us together is our heart. Our commonality is our humanity and love.

The women who hold me and whom I hold, that is everything in this life. I would not be here today if not for the many. I have had a good life, but at many turns it was painful. I have been more than blessed to have my women, all so very different from each other but each one brings into my life her own special gift. The grace they bring is immeasurable.

I used to have a client who lived in a very wealthy area in California and she often spoke of not fitting in. We discussed the importance of having “our tribe” around us. How even our husband/partner and children could not fill the space that a good female friend could fill. Women need women. It is simple and true. Even if they are far away, it is a bond that time and space cannot dismantle. Once the roots of friendship takes hold, there is nothing that can take away from it. Not distance, not time.

The farewells, have not been easy. Even as we promise that we will see each other again, we understand that a vast ocean can be a challenging journey. Yet, it is in that promise that I find peace and hope as I move forward. It is in that promise that love lives vibrantly and keeps our hearts connected. In just a week, I will begin a road trip to Austin to see my son with my niece Veronica, giving us an opportunity to have a few days of one on one. I am grateful for this time and for the time I will have with my son and my beautiful daughter-in-law, as well as one of my oldest friends and family. At 63 years old, I did not imagine such a journey, but I guess if you ask others about this, they would say – it is not surprising.

This is dedicated to all the women who for the past few decades have experienced the ebb and flow of life with me, but especially to my friend/sister Lisa who I have known since I was 24 and who I swore I would grow old with (but given the temperament and impermanence of this life, might still be so).

Thank you for making my life, simply put,…….splendid.

With Love, Light, Joy and deep Hope,

Maria

Wanderlust and New Beginnings: A Life Abroad

“Travel far enough, you meet yourself.” – David Mitchell

I was thinking of starting from scratch with a new site, but honestly as far as I am concerned, it is not worth the effort. My blogging history has always begun with a lot of verve and slowly ebbed into the abyss of years where my voice, for whatever reason, gets quiet. It is fair to say that it is mostly due to just plain ole living.

On September 27, 2025, I will begin my journey towards moving abroad to France full time, not Italy as I believed. For many years in my 50’s, I believed that one day, I would move to Italy and start a different kind of life. One that was utterly unpredictable, but an adventure that would teach me many things that I yet yearned to learn. I have always been a sort of wanderlust. My curiousity began at an early age when books became a magical way of seeing a world that I did not know, understand or even believed I would ever see, given that my means were small. I recently arrived in France for just 18 days to bring my dog Jax to France to be with my partner Philippe, prior to my final move, as I could not navigate a dog transfer along with movers and my own move. In retrospect, it was a good decision, being that getting a dog across a very large ocean proved to be quite daunting as well as often stressful. Now that we are in France and Jax is seemingly settled, I feel a huge weight lifted.

On September 2, 2023 I reluctantly joined a friend from my dance group at an East Coast Dance in Kingston, NY, where a tall man who I’d never seen before (usually, it is the same group of elderly people and men who love the opportunity to dance with a younger woman), happened to be there as well. I danced with this gentle man a few times and then boldly asked him on a date for lunch that coming Monday. This absurdness on my behalf was honestly, pure stupidity considering the distance of not just another county, or state but of another country. He, being the gentleman he is, accepted my offer and after one sweet date, we decided to give this long distance love affair a shot. Well, here we are almost two years in. It has not been a frivolous decision on either our parts, to have me move to France. There have been many challenges, trips back and forth, doubts and moments when I am sure we were both thinking this may not work. But, we love each other and have fully come to a place where the veil of delusion has risen leaving us with only truth, authenticity and the understanding that at this age, we both have “stuff,” but are willing to work through it together. Being part of another, there has to be some negotiation or there is no other. We will always have to bend in order to find the balance we both desire in this late part of our lives. We both understand this and are fully in. At the end of the day our core values are the same, love for our family, our friends, each other, the earth and humanity. I can move now knowing, we are both fully committed and that we have tested many waters.

As I reflect on this time of my life, I always think to myself, how often I thought, I just did not want to be boring. I think I am well past that. You can ask my poor son, who’s favorite line is, “that is the most Maria thing I have ever heard.” Jonathan has been witness to so many changes in our lives, some not pleasant at all and I often want to call him and say “I am sorry.” But, I think we can both agree on one thing, and that is, that he has always been my greatest love and that it was certainly never boring. I believe and hope, that if one asked him, he would always say that he always felt my support of him and that mostly, it was a good life.

I am not sure how this will all pan out. Truly my expectations are close to none but the hope that it will be lovely, is there. Nothing is forever, the only thing we can count on with certainty is impermanence. For today, I hope that life will be gentle at least for a while. I pray that whatever time Philippe and I have, at this stage of our lives, will be peaceful and healthy and happy.

Today I applied for my Visa (which for those thinking of moving abroad, once you know your dates you should apply as soon as possible as you will have to visit a Visa center in your state of origin). It was a fairly simple application even though at the end, it gives you a cost but no ‘click’ button to pay. So we will see how that goes. I have also purchased International Medical insurance, which I remember, I had to get when I traveled to Thailand and Cambodia. It is temporary insurance for a limited time. I was able to attain mine through a company called AXA, who happens to have an office near our home in France, for 6 months at the cost of about $220.

I enter this time of my life with an open heart, with a sense that anything can happen at any given time and the hope that my journey at this time is blessed. The one thing I can say is that I have always had a sense of adventure. Fear is not my thing even if I have moments of “oh shit”. I am excited to go to French school, learn some French cooking and wake up with the sweetest man for a long time to come.

May we all have opportunities to be brave, to learn something new, to grow exponentially, to experience the absolute resilience of starting anew at any age. I hope I can inspire you. I am excited!!

With Love, Light and Joy,

Maria

Being Passive does not create A life

“I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

When I was a child of about eight or ten years old, I was a big dreamer. Also, being that I mostly spoke Spanish and my English was in the beginner stages of acquisition, I read voraciously and had my head in a book most days. I was very curious about life and places and people. I did not want to be boring; this was terrifying to me. As I got older, I was afraid of missing something, experiencing something in life that I was meant to experience, but did not yet know. I was inquisitive and curious about the lives of others; how they lived, what they did, why they did it and how they did it.

My son and friends will tell you that I am known to start a conversation in the parking lot of a Target (or let’s be honest, The Tractor Supply Store) with a stranger and before you know it, I know their whole life story and sometimes, we hold hands and hug as strangers who were fortunate to have exchanged this precious moment in time. I have learned so much about life from these moments when I was open and unafraid to reach towards another human.

I have worked and had the good fortune to know people of all ages and what I have learned from most of the much older people I have spent time with is this; if you don’t go out there and create a life that is fulfilling, you end up with regrets for not taking chances and always asking the big question, “what would have happened if ………..?”

There is this precious woman whom we all call Gum, her name is Anne. She is now in her late 90s. When I lived in the city, I spent some of the most sweetest moments with this woman. She shared so much of her life story with me. She grew up in Staten Island with a very loving family but one who was guarded and protective of her. She worked in Manhattan for many years in an insurance company and was a true go-getter. She kept the company’s books and was diligent in her work. She told me a story of how she wanted to get a second job and heard about a company who was looking for someone like her. It was a frigid and cold day in NYC and she could not find the entrance to the address she was looking for. Standing in front of Tiffany’s, she asked the doorman about this address and before she knew it, she found out that they were looking for someone. She got an interview on the spot and got the job, even in her state of being soaked from the rain.

But this was not her passion, though she loved her jobs and I mean LOVED her jobs, there was another thing she loved more– dancing. She was so grateful for her good fortune and when she spoke to me about the work she did, you could tell that this woman truly embraced her life and work. She did all things with eagerness and joy. While working in NYC, she started taking ballroom dancing after work and absolutely fell in love with it. She was a shy woman, but when she danced, she found her true self, in movement and music.

While taking lessons, now in her 40s, she met her one true love, her beloved Tony and that was when the magic of her life began. They fell in love and got married and continued dancing for many years together. When Gum spoke of this time, she often had tears in her life. It was the best time of her life. She lived doing what she loved with the person she loved. She created the life she dreamed of. Whenever I sat with her for our weekly jaunts, she always said to me “you should really take up dancing, it would make me so happy if you danced!”

About a month ago, I was looking to create something for myself but I was not sure what that was. I have been living in rural upstate for three years and I have made some friends and I am surrounded by animals which is a great joy to me. But, something was missing. There was a void that was waiting to be filled and a sense of longing for community and connection. I started searching for things to do in the Hudson Valley area and alas, there it was — a weekly West Coast Swing class. I have not danced in many years with a partner but after hesitating some, I hit the RSVP button and showed up to my first class on a Saturday afternoon. I have not stopped dancing since. What I realized is this, if you want to create any type of moment in life, you must take risks. You must show up for it, whatever it is.

My class is filled with people of all ages, we all show up, we all open our hearts and let our feet move freely in order to feel connection to each other and our bodies. We are in gratitude for what our bodies can still do and when the knees are aching the next day, we all say, “yes knees I hear you, but wasn’t it a lovely day!”

Life is here and now. There is no one who is going to say “here you go, this is your life planned out in this map and all you have to do is show up and do it.” No, you and only you can create a life that resonates with you. A life that says, “look at me, I am truly living.” I love Mary Oliver’s quote, “what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” For in this quote she brings it back to YOU, not your partner, not your friend, not anyone, but you.

It is our responsibility to take this life on without fear, without hesitation. This life is so precious and giving and generous, but it is up to us/you to do with it, what it is calling you to do — live it.

Whatever your heart is saying, whispering, do it a favor — listen. For our hearts tell us what we need and if we really listen, you will find that it will take you towards what you’ve been looking for.

So, my dear sweet Gum, my next dance is for you, thank you!

With Love, Light and JOY~

Maria

The passing of time

“I give you this to take with you: Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.” – Judith Minty

Three years, that is how long it has been since my last post. I am not sure where I went, but this I know, I was living some aspect of life.

I have learned that the only thing in life that is permanent is impermanence. My mother used to say that nothing in life stays the same — nothing good or bad.

I am not quite sure what happened except for pointing to a few life changing events; I moved out of NYC, Covid 19, and the passing of my beloved mother.

In December of 2020, I was living in NYC, working from home, as rents kept skyrocketing, forcing me to rethink my life. My son had moved to Austin, Texas and I had, to that point, lived with a string of roommates in order to afford staying in NYC. I am not sure when it all stopped spinning and I sat staring around me wondering, as I neared 60 years of age, if this was the life I wanted.

For as long as I could remember I wanted to live upstate New York. I knew from my many jaunts and hikes that something about the mountains, nature and quiet created a soothing calming effect deep within me. I was a NYC girl, never believing I would ever leave the noise, the subways, the constant aliveness of the city. Yet something was shifting. I was still single and moving upstate would be cheaper and at the same time fill something within me.

I found a small cottage to rent on a dirt road, my friends thought I was crazy going from one extreme of living in a loud city surrounded by people to the absolute sheer vastness of farm lands and rural living. Upon my arrival on move in day, I stood looking at the long dirt road surrounded by fields of well, nothing. Nothingness, that is what was there and exactly what I was yearning for and perhaps, given what lay ahead, just where I needed to be.

My mother was one of the most grounded people I’ve ever know, perhaps even the most grounded. Her life was not easy but I am happy to say that the last of her years were peaceful, joyful and full of so much love. When I think of my mother, I think of strength, I think of faith, I think of God, I think of someone who understood that life was full of pain at times but in gratitude we are redeemed because no matter how bad our circumstances can be at any given time, there is always something, something to be grateful for.

My life has changed so much in the past three years. It has been neither good nor bad. It has been continuous. So much has changed and so much has stayed the same. I have changed. My moms passing left me filled with so much gratitude for the gentleness of her journey to her next life. It also left me feeling untethered in some ways. The process of grieving took its course and I allowed for each feeling, moment and tear. I have grown.

Nostalgia is a funny thing, it makes you think that there is sadness in missing something, but the truth is that with the passing of time, we will long for certain things, feelings, people, and moments that no longer exist but it also allows us to reflect on all the goodness in our lives. Nothing stays the same. We are born and we will all die, but it’s the in-between, the actual living that holds all the little fragments of our lives and keeps us going for as long as we can. It is important to make it count. Whatever that looks like to you.

My dears, do not be afraid or hesitant of the passing of time. Yes, it may appear that time is passing ever so quickly, but whatever you do, just go live. Live in the moment, live in today and take it all in, for today is really all we have.

With Love, Light and JOY~

Maria

While we Wait – Live Expectantly

“Whatever we are waiting for – peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance – it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart. ” ~Sarah Ban Breathnach

On a very cold and bright January day long ago, I loaded my giant dog and my car with all that I would need to live in Maine for the winter. Most would say, “ugh, Maine in winter — are you crazy?” But, considering that six months earlier I left my job of 17 years for good, I guess that crazy is a bit my style.

I have loved Maine for so many years. I do believe at the core of my heart, that in another life, that was my home. For every time I visit, I feel this innermost connection. As if every time I arrive, I have come home to a place that I only know to be good and safe.

That being said, Maine welcomed me with a flat tire on that cold sunny day. An hour from my destination I hear the dreaded blup, blup, blup and I knew my tire was way flat. Pulling over on I-95 where the semi’s seem to drive at a 130 mph, I pull over and call my road side assistance. Very sweetly she asks if I can get an Uber (haha) so that they can tow my car to a tire place. Being that I had a horse size dog in my car and I was in the middle of nowhere – uh no! Not to mention that my trunk, where the spare donut was, was filled ever so carefully like a puzzle where all the pieces interconnect, to the absolute brim. So much so, that when I opened the trunk, a bin fell out spilling my bathroom essentials onto I-95. Luckily at that point a state trooper had pulled over and stood behind me so that I could safely unload my trunk allowing the roadside assistance to change my tire.

I was unshaken by all this and the fact that now I was going to be driving on a dark dirt road. As it turns out just off the exit there was a tire place, where they just happened to have one and I say one because its clearly a miracle — one tire that fit my Honda Civic. Oh I forgot to mention that I was driving a Honda Civic, which is not at all conducive to Maine winters but thats a whole other story. My determination to find meaning in my life, yes, yet again, was what drove me. The promise of quiet and time for discernment in the middle of an isolated Peninsula where most of its residents leave for the warmth of Florida, was so alluring that I would not be deterred or mildly discouraged.

You see I went there to find God. Yes, I know he is everywhere and with me all the time but I knew in Maine, where there were no distractions, I would find him waiting for me. Waiting to teach me what I still needed to learn about this year and how taking a leap of faith was simply not enough and it would absolutely not guarantee me anything at all. I knew that in the silence of the tall trees in the forest, the dark grey waters of the ocean, I would hear him. I would hear him and I would also hear my own heart speak to me.

I was waiting, not really sure for what, but I knew there was something and I was expectant.

Since that time in 2018, I have gone back many times, created memories and deep friendships. Living in Maine that winter gave me the space to ground myself and deeply look into what kind of life I wished for. Peaceful that was what I craved and needed. In 2020, I moved to a dirt road in upstate New York, where again I found that life was slower, quieter, more isolated just like in Maine. Moving is something I have done so very often. I don’t enjoy it at all, but every move has prepared me for something in the future. I lived in upstate for a few years and two years ago while just living my life with no expectations, I met a sweet Belgium who was visiting family and friends. We met on Labor Day weekend of 2023. I had gone reluctantly to a dance with a friend (for about a year I had joined a group of people who met weekly for dance lessons), he went to the dance with a friend he was visiting. As soon as he took my hand, I knew that I was supposed to meet and know this man. Then I asked if he lived in the area and he said, “oh no, I live in France.” Well of course I then thought to myself, “maybe I am wrong about this meeting.” I obviously was not deterred by the giant ocean that separated us or the fact that he was going back to France in three days. I asked him to meet for lunch and we had dinner instead on Monday. Two years of dating long distance has brought me to today, my life in France.

On September 15th, international movers came to pick up my life packed into 20 boxes. 20 boxes of all that was left after all of my previous moves. On the 17th, I drove with my dear niece Veronica to Austin, TX in order to spend some time with Jon and Kelsey and give them my car. On September 28th, I flew to France to reunite with Philippe and my dog Jax. Our home is in a small village in the countryside, very similar to where I lived. I know still that in the quiet of my life, is where I meet with God. No longer do I attend church in a building, but I find him in the forest and in the quiet of open fields, in the singing birds and in the people that I love. I find him in the quiet moments in the early morning where the fields are surrounded by fog. I find him when I am cooking, or walking, or reading while my dog sleeps on my lap. I find him and I know that he is always near, no matter where I am.

Life is completely unexpected. While we are living, anything can happen at any given time. When I reflect back on my life, Maine taught me so many lessons. Anything is possible, hold no expectations, don’t be too attached to any one outcome. Just when you think you are settled into a life, and that nothing new will arise, you have a chance meeting in a honky tonk in  community lodge with a stranger from another country and all of a sudden you are living a new chapter of the life you thought was finally settled.

I guess the lesson here is life is never done with teaching us new things, a new language, a new culture, a new home and the ability to start over again and yes, even to fall in love again. May we all have the opportunity to surprise ourselves with the ability to not just start over but to also see how absolutely capable we are at it.

With Love, Light, Joy and deep Hope,

Maria