collision course

Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions.

Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.

No worries though. i am rolling towards a cool breeze to sit near the waves. Settle this sizzle. i need to cool off. Lava easily burns. No need to hurt myself or others.

i will find my footing and self-discipline. Discover where i want this blog to go.

What life holds in the cradle of birth waits in the depths of dark…

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Here at last

Sigh. We finally made it to Boston! Well, on Wednesday we did.

I have been wakened from a deep slumber. It may have been a slow emerging but the move was not a gentle stirring. My life as i knew it has drastically shifted. I believe for the better.

While it seriously has been difficult to write I am content. The amount of pictures taken, sights heard and tasted, the feel of a place to call home, albeit only three months, is pure satisfaction.

I do miss my desk. Time spent alone. Next week will afford such space. Along with a chance to walk, pick up bus and T schedules, test out transportation options and go into Boston. Alone.

We took a drive yesterday to South Boston. Visited the Atlantic. Walked our Prince Louie! I tasted another bowl of New England Chowder. My first dive into tasting since moving here. On previous visits to Boston it was my goal to sample every restaurant’s chowder. Now I practically am in heaven with at least a monthly visit somewhere, to sample another bowl of creamy, buttery deliciousness.

Since we will only be at this location until the end of July, the majority of boxes were put in storage. I was met with quite a let down when i found out my paints, books and journals were placed on the wrong truck. What will i do until August?

I decided to bullet journal during these three lonely months and have been scavenging Pinterest for ideas. There are some mighty journalers out there. And a few on Instagram i follow. My Amazon package arrives Sunday and i can hardly wait to start doodling pages.

Today, an adventure awaits. A pizza tour of the North End. Our oldest daughter, who has lived in Boston five years, will join us to sample Boston’s Little Italy flavors with a few historic stops to hear stories of famous places and people who made Boston possible.

View of Boston from Castle Island in the Boston Harbor. It was quite the dreary day.

Prince Louie πŸ’— loves me!

forget-me-not

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Atlantic Ocean May 2010

Remember?
The charming blue dots
sprinkling the craggy shores of Maine,
adventure atop the rolling ocean waves.
Peer down,
notice the five-star fingers
of peaceful dreams unknown.
Synchronicity fathoms space and time.

Coincidences are spiritual puns.Β  –G.K. Chesterton (1874 – 1936)

*originally written and appeared 1/7/2017

Cee’s Share Your World

I have been absent. Yes. And then Cee’s Share Your World digs deep.

Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes? Absolutely. Especially if the sun is ablaze. Or the park is absent of people. I think more clearly when distraction is minimal. I suppose that is true for most people. I like to think I, or rather we, are all special and need space to breathe.

When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light? I have candles. I have flashlights. I have a cell phone. I use whichever light pops into my mind first, and that depends on my mood. Romantic? Candles. Scared? Reach for the flashlight. Feeling modern? Hopefully my cell phone is charged.

Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers? I am working on my Capstone Project to address at-risk students contemplating dropping out of school, so I would definitely take the $100,000.00 and use it to jumpstart my non-profit. Whereby, I am inadvertently giving lots of strangers another chance to be something in the future.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? I love the time spent tutoring the homeless in Indianapolis. The first graders I see weekly, inspire me. And then this moment in Boston.

I am not without thoughts as every where I look and listen, I find another reason to turn.