Stars. Needles. Poop. Plates. Wishes.
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
2y ago
Aside from (very) occasionally checking my horoscope, I am not big into astrology.  That being said, however, I do kinda believe in it and its impact on us mortals.  Sure, sometimes the predictions – is that what one would call them? – are so vague and universal that anyone, at any time, could mold them into truth, but… One thing I am big into these days is acupuncture.  Here’s a little back story: A few years ago I received a Facebook message from a stranger – I will call her Stephanie (mostly because that is her name) asking me if an item I had put up for sale was still avail ..read more
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A Few Rando Snippets
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
2y ago
Came up with a life hack today that I am honestly angry I hadn’t thought of before, and am quite sure everyone but me knew about.  I have long made extra coffee in the morning pot with the sole purpose of pouring it into a decanter to be enjoyed iced, midday.  While I have been doing this forever, I had noted that, even after adding a little milk and a little brown sugar, it was not quite as delicious as I would have hoped.  So, yesterday, in a moment of brilliance, I added brown sugar (more on that in a moment) to the hot coffee as I poured it into the decanter.  Let’s ju ..read more
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Situation. Languishing. Ice Cream.
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
Now well into year two of Covid craziness and all that comes with it, I find myself dealing with another “situation.”  The details do not matter.  The layer upon layer of challenges – they don’t matter, either.  All that matters is that here we are.  We are on the path to being better, stronger, wiser, and all that other crap, but in the midst of it, nonetheless. Anyone who has ever read a word I have written knows that I am no stranger to situations.  In fact, I am so familiar with them that I am almost unsure of what to do with myself when I am not in the throes of o ..read more
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Heartbreaking
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
Not a surprise. But horrifying nonetheless. Expected. But terrifying. What is happening in this country and to her people? The depth of anger is frightening. Beyond measure. As if the layer of anxiety that has permeated all of our lives wasn’t heavy enough. How did we become so profoundly broken? Heartbreaking. Is it making America great again? This is our backyard, folks. The lack of humanity. The absence of even a modicum of self-control – from the protesters or their leader, who is holed up in the Oval Office, watching it on television.Likely getting off on what *he* has created. I am sick ..read more
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Suggestion(s)
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
It started off as a thought. Then it was a suggestion. Soon it became a recommendation.  Then a plea.  A directive. I promised to look into it.  But did not. I swore I would explore it further.  But did not. I pledged to give it a shot.  But did not. I didn’t want to spend the money. I didn’t want to make the time. I didn’t want to go there.  I am a master of coming up with excuses. Until I finally did it. (Aside: this is pretty much the story of my life.) I downloaded the app – but not until I got an email from a colleague with a link that had a code that, when a ..read more
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Numero Uno Humans
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
For the past several years, I have been working at a K-8 school.  I am neither a teacher nor an administrator, rather, I am the one who walks around capturing little magical moments (of which there are many) and sharing them in articles and on social media.  Because I am at school a lot, the kids all know me as Julie: the lady who is always taking pictures.  I am in tune to the kids insofar as knowing who is camera shy, who will jump in front of the camera whenever humanly possible, who is photogenic and who is having none of it. The kids don’t necessarily know that I post the p ..read more
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Free
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
When was the last time you felt free?  Like truly free?  Nothing worrying you, no low-grade or high anxiety, no general discomfort, not a care in the world?  Yeah, me neither. This guy here?  I think he might be the very definition of free.  (I have a great video of him looping and twisting and turning, but I am too cheap to spring for the upgrade on my blog host that would allow me to post videos. Truth.) Regardless of elections, or Covid-19, or a stock market akin to a bucking bronco, as a general rule, most adults are never really in a position to feel unbridl ..read more
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Hangover 2020
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
I am exhausted. Well, maybe hungover is a better way to put it. Problem being, I never (okay, almost never) enjoy more than a single glass of wine in one sitting. Given, well, life, I believe that to be noteworthy. Anyway. Not a drinker, yet seriously hungover. Geez. Assuming you are a living, breathing creature who did not spend the past several years living under a rock, I am going to assume you know what I am talking about. Hungover and exhausted every single day. Minus the fun of drinking. I would argue that it doesn’t really even matter where you stand politically or socially; whether y ..read more
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Better Bitter Vote
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
This got a little bit political.  I really tried to avoid it, but failed. So, before you go any further, please base your decision to continue reading on these two facts:  I don’t like DJT or ACB (and I also think that being known by your initials is a right reserved for the truly awesome…talking to you RBG & MJL. I, and will assume you, feel a general sense of ill ease.  All. The.Time.  Even when I am not consciously aware, there is no denying it. I am fairly certain that suddenly, out of nowhere, a house from Kansas carrying a beautiful, but troubled, young lady and h ..read more
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Tashlich aka “See ya 5780”
George. Jessie. Love.
by Julie Levinson
3y ago
Yesterday, Jews around the world celebrated Rosh Hashana – the Jewish New Year. Like most of 2020, the way in which we observed the holiday bore no resemblance to years past. For our part, we hosted a RHBBQ (Rosh Hashana Barbeque). We were a small but mighty crowd of some, but not all, the people I love. I have to say, it was among my most favorite RHs ever. Below is something that I wrote and shared as we participated in Tashlich. Don’t know what Tashlich is? Read on. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think it is safe to say that none among us would debate that this past year, 2020/5780 will go ..read more
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