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Some thirty years ago in my adventurous youth, while giving the globe on my desk a wistful spin, my finger landed right there! On the Pacific Islands. On the island of Viti Le Vu.
Such a name tickled my whimsical funny bone, as I let my imagination dip its toes into sunny jaunts along her sandy shores. I was young then. Drifty. Dreamy. So much so that trudging on in to reality would never do at that time. However, with meager funds, my travels remained internal. Well! So! One day, there she was, Viti Le Vu, right inside my illusionary eyes, looking something like this...
From there on, she channeled herself through me to illustrate her here, and then there, on merry adventures, fit, trim, and slim. Until! Fast-forward 30 years to a less fit-trim-or-slim-self working quite nicely and somewhat maturely (!) in private practice as an art therapist with wonderful people making wonderful changes. I was inspired to make some changes myself and took my not-so-fit-trim-or-slim-self to the gym. A friend and I decided to journal our healthy endeavors and to sponsor one another to stay on track – or treadmill in this case. |
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