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Life Archives - C. Jordan Blaquera
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What I Did for 40 Days

I have endeavored to do many things to improve myself (aka: fix myself). I have tried to develop new habits, cut back, get healthy, exercise more, do less of this or more of that. As you can imagine, over the years many New Year’s Resolutions have gone by the wayside:...

CALLING ME HOME

Recently I was invited to a hike with wolves. The most profound (and unexpected) moment of the day was experiencing the complex harmonics of the wolves as they joined each other in a howling jag. Though the wolf kennels were arranged in a semi-circle, I might even...

Freq-y Friday: Stop & Smell the Daisies

This weekend – after attending the annual mastermind for the coaching school I both attended and now teach at – something went missing at the Four Seasons Biltmore Resort (Santa Barbara). A fellow colleague and I had enjoyed staying at this Old...

Introducing Freq-y Fridays (Bring the Fun)

I’ve been one serious little camper since childhood. I considered Life to be pretty serious business. Especially since for most of it I was trying to earn approval and validation and rack up achievements so I could prove my value. And now… I’m tired...
[Poem] Seeking Significance

[Poem] Seeking Significance

  [Poem for E – Copyright 2014 CJ Blaquera, photo by Domini Martin]   Seeking Significance. Vying for Validation. Needing to be Needed.                  All of which…                               Never was Necessary.             You are…...
What if the worst thing happened?

What if the worst thing happened?

Sixth grade. After school. The eighth grade boy I had a crush on had come over with his best friend (my classmate), and we were hanging out on the front porch. I remember a lot of awkward silences. The MOST awkward silence I can recall is the one where – try as...