Okay, I've done what many bloggers tend to do: set up a blog and then abandon it like a speeding ticket.
But...
Today......
I am taking the exit ramp off this hellishly paved road of Intention to get this thing rollin'. Simply put, I love cigars! If you'd told me 15years ago that I would become a cigar aficionado, I would have had some rather choice words for you.
Yet now I belong to a growing population of cigar smokers called : WOMEN.
Today......
I am taking the exit ramp off this hellishly paved road of Intention to get this thing rollin'. Simply put, I love cigars! If you'd told me 15years ago that I would become a cigar aficionado, I would have had some rather choice words for you.
Yet now I belong to a growing population of cigar smokers called : WOMEN.
How did this happen?
Ok.
So what had happened was...
.........one day while on the couch watching National Geographic documentary footage of male hummingbirds cock fighting for a mate (and scarfing down some holiday banana pudding), a Detroit blizzard of thoughts began to whirl:
"If I were to die today, what would I regret?"
Being a cigar smoking librarian was etched somewhere at the top of that list along with the following heartfelt dreams:
So what had happened was...
.........one day while on the couch watching National Geographic documentary footage of male hummingbirds cock fighting for a mate (and scarfing down some holiday banana pudding), a Detroit blizzard of thoughts began to whirl:
"If I were to die today, what would I regret?"
Being a cigar smoking librarian was etched somewhere at the top of that list along with the following heartfelt dreams:
- learn to fly a Cessna (the mere thought of flight is exhilarating to me as I've always wanted to be a hummingbird. And if perchance I should cycle back, humanity would be better served if I were a hummingbird.)
- become a juicy stripper (this is more of an existential yearning to inform the universe I'm more than a mere pebble on the beach of life.)
- shoot a pirate in the face (not sure why but it sounds like a really really badass story to tell those gathered around your deathbed!)
- own a juke joint/hookah bar/apothecary surreptitiously hidden deep within the Georgia woods.
Honestly, smoking cigars allows me to slow down, to meditate upon the remains of the day appreciating that I am. Simply, that I AM. A woman. A mother. A daughter. A librarian. A brilliant foodie with issues. A lover of beauty. A comrade to all who struggle growing, living, learning and understanding their journey. I work hard each day to stay glued and focused upon my own journey, and I do so while puffing maduro, sumatra, connecticut shade, cameroon, and pennsylvania broadleafed cigars into the face of life .
And I'd love to share this with you!
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