Are we there yet? Are we there at a place where we can finally
- be accepting,
- feel safe enough,
- love ourselves,
- love others,
- be authentic, and
- relax?
I was there yesterday, for moments.
“Are We There Yet?” is a great tune by Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays.
We’re here yet so we better make the best of it, because who knows where we’ll be tomorrow.
Are we there, yet, at the end of today’s blog? We are, so thanks to all who help me bring these posts here and — of course! — to you, for being there.
Amazing photos Ann and I do my best to stay there too !
So glad you’re there, Irene.
If this is your new locality, I’d say you were there
Thanks for being there, Derrick.
very pretty and i’m always trying –
There, there, Beth!
I’m thoroughly jealous, all those lovely warm beachy photos, and I’m inside here in Geelong, behind my “Frosted Glass”. But I can say, after a long arduous life’s journey, “I’m Here Now”, safe, comfortable, reasonably healthy, and reasonably happy within myself. … And apparently you are too, Wishing you all the best, to you, Ann and crew, Cheers….
On Mon, Jul 31, 2017 at 8:56 PM, The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally wrote:
> Ann Koplow posted: “Are we there yet? Are we at a place where we can > finally be accepting, feel safe enough, love ourselves, love others, be > authentic, and relax? I was there yesterday, for moments. “Are We There > Yet?” is a great tune by Pat M” >
Wishing you all the best, too, and thanks for being there!
Thank you for bringing me there briefly to the extent that you have
Thanks for coming along.
Congratulations for getting there so beautifully, Ann.
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Thanks for taking me there, Mark!
Gorgeous photos! Love the Staples, too.
Love that there comment, Sunny.
Lovely photographs.
Thanks for bringing your lovely comment here.
I have to say that I like Motown more than jazz. I can get my groove on and it takes me there. Down to the beach to hang out with my peeps. Throw in a couple of grandkids with pails and shovels. Oh yea.
Oh yea to all of that, here and there!
Thanks to the the invention of GPS devices we always know where we are and have handy directions to where we’re going, but I often wonder if being able to get lost is something we shouldn’t lose.
Thanks for being here, Chris. We’d be lost without you.
I’m here Ann! Love the photos! I always love a beach scene you know! have a good week
I love when you’re here, Lisa!
hello ann koplow its dennis the vizsla dog hay i kan do sum of that like luvving others sutch as mama and dada but i hav a lot of trouble relaksing!!! altho kuddling with my noo hipster kitty brother helps sumtimes!!! ok bye
Hello Dennis. I’m happy you’re here and I’m glad you’re cuddling with your new hipster kitty brother there.
I try to be cognizant of where I am and being there is where it’s at.
Wherever you are is where it’s at. Thanks for being there and here.
Beautiful photos.
Not sure if I am there, yet; still trying to find myself.
You’re here, Maureen, and I’m grateful.
Oooooh. If this is within walking distance of your new home, you’re there. Yup. That photo with the rock and sparkling water….Aaaahhhhh…..
It’s there within walking distance, Lisa. Aaaaahhhhh…..
Yes I am there and so are you with these photos
Yay! Joanne was here!
Ann, you always make me realise that the struggle has meaning – thank you!
You do the same for me and for many others, Julie!
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