Ah, I almost forgot about my brick. A tradition at the Guest House is to leave a bit of yourself behind by painting a brick from the
original streets of Trinidad. (yeah, there's a 10 dollar fee) Anyway, most of "Marci's Girls" do one. So , there I was, sick from Percocet walking around, trying to find the perfect brick. There was one that looked lonely, a corner had been broken off. It looked unwanted. Perfect for me. That brick was more a part of me than people will realize.

I decided a Wizard of Oz theme was an appropriate way to describe my journey. So, I start with my natal birth (little blue stick figure) and let my life procede. College and falling in love with Beth. The road continues into most of my adult life, but finally, I emerge out of the forest, a happy girl at Trinidad. Flowers are blooming. There is a blissfull connectedness throughout the universe (hence, the Sanskrit OM symbol).

So what did I leave the people of Trinidad? Why, a piece of my horrible sense of humor, of course! In keeping with the Wizard of Oz tradition.... "There's no place like OM."

May the wind in your mind stay calm. May the flame in your heart burn steady. Namaste.