Nashville or Bust

The trip that started a longer journey

Tibetan Wisdom & Barbara Streisand

I recently received a care package from a high school friend, A.J., a multi-talented, artistic and sage ex-pat living in Australia with his wife and two adorable children. Thanks to Facebook and Twitter, we reconnected a few years ago. And that’s a good thing. I didn’t have many friends in high school but A.J. was one of those few who made that time tolerable. We weren’t mainstream kids. And while it seemed nobody understood us, we understood each other. Funny how that works.

But back to this package… When A.J. caught up with recent news he reached out over the wire and checked in via IM. In our brief, modern-day telegraph conversation (stop) he shared with me some thinking that helped him grow and shape his current day person. And then he put it in a box and sent it my way.

I was expecting the book, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche as we were chatting about impermanence and such. The movie, like A.J.’s incredible wit and humor, caught me off guard. And while it may seem random on many levels, I so totally get it. *squee*

If this were high school all over, I’d flip out our administration by writing a paper on Tibetan Wisdom & Barbara Streisand. That would be fun. And I’m sure if I needed Italian translation or any form of illustrations, A.J. would help me out there as well. ~ Jacqui

November 4, 2010 - Posted by | Everyday


  1. One of my vices is that I like people to see the world from my perspective. I used to “force” people to listen to my life story so they could understand me more. I tried teaching my Italian friends to bowl so we could all bowl together. It seems I am always showing or teaching, it’s like locked in my DNA.  I have been trying to cure myself of this vice but it has a way of creeping back when I’m not looking. 

    While trying to learn to be an artist I realized that you can paint art out of life as well. The colours of stopping and noticing are equal to those we mimic on a canvas. Not taking that great photo helped me live the moment, or share the moment now imbedded in memory. In letting go I was able to hold. 

    My gift was to make you laugh and think. 

    If I could make you laugh and think I could take you away for a moment from all that surrounds you. 

    Big hug


    Comment by Alejandro | November 4, 2010 | Reply

    • How is it that I am just now seeing this comment? 🙂 Your gift continues to give and shape me. Thank you, friend. I hope you are well.

      Comment by daveandjacqui | December 1, 2018 | Reply

  2. […] backstory to backstory and something I’ve shared before, this book was given to me by a high-school friend, A.J., who now lives in Australia. A.J. and I didn’t really become friends until our senior year, […]

    Pingback by I Am Woman (and Man) « Nashville or Bust | November 11, 2018 | Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: