…Bowlin that is! My Pam + I did the “wild hair” thing and ran to Lancaster, PA for a CKC event in late July. Turns out that one of my favorite scrapbook creators, Jenni Bowlin, is from the area and was womanning her own vendor space…well, along with Her Hub on cash register. Yeah, that’s me…I especially love the one where I’m semi-stalking. Grab the Moments, folks…grab the Moments.
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I’m playing with Patti Digh and an empowered group of pilgrims! There are 137 days from Patti’s birthday August 16 to December 31, 2013 and we’ve come together to love well, live fully, and let go deeply, and make a difference. Today is Day Four of Project 137—so exciting—we’re answering writing prompts, snapping photos, and sharing and connecting!
My sister-in-love Bonnie delivered this hand crafted work of art as a b’day gift. It wasn’t belated—but I hadn’t stopped by to receive it! What an amazing treasure, an intricate series of fold outs pages and mini-flip-books that creates one bound unique photo album. She thought my island themed childhood photos would be beautifully offset by this book. I agree! I’ve tried to capture the detail in these photos but it doesn’t do the pages or Bonnie’s talent justice. Thank you Bonnie—I love it and feel loved! Joy, joy, joy!
2013 is the year! Finally! On Saturday, May 11th, my mother and I traveled to Indian Head to join Tammy at the Annual Mother/Daughter Tea at her church. I have been trying to get there for years. While our daughters weren’t there, we were able to make over Darren’s. My niece Niki is a walking hug; and the addition of her Vanna and friend, Paulette, made our table perfect. And at a neighboring table, my niece, Pam, and her Cheyenne, welcomed her sister and mother. The female energy in the room was so powerful. So, why did we allow men to run the world again?
I have always been so focused on the mother/daughter part of the gathering that I missed the fact that this was a TEA PARTY! Oh my…
Mom and I zipped around town before the tea. This shot captures my childhood. I spent many hours on the Green…from firework displays to Halloween costume parades while in elementary school to quiet times sitting on the fountain (where did the rocks come from?) during a solitary bike ride…thanks for letting me drive up, Mom.
Next time, the adventure continues with the other women in my family!
Marissa is Marina Day’s lifelong friend: M&Ms. A few days before Marina’s transition Marissa asked Marina to send her a sign but couldn’t settle on anything specific. Marina assured her, “You’ll know”. Marissa told this story at Saturday’s lunch to a tent full of in drawn breaths and gaping incredulous jaws. My body experienced a sensation that went beyond chills into an explosion of tingles accompanied by those flickers of light at the back of your vision—perhaps a tickle of knowing. Why would I be surprised by this story—of course Marina would send a Marina-sized-sign!
Here are Marissa’s words as she later shared on Marina’s Lovefest Facebook group for everyone to experience:
“Trey and Nick’s mom found this (purple) hat in the bedroom of a little girl that she is a nanny for. She asked the 3 year old where she got it- and she didn’t have an answer. Mrs. P took the hat downstairs to ask the mother where the hat came from and she responded, “I have no idea, I’ve never seen that hat before”. At this point Mrs. P asked if she could keep the hat and took it home with her where she placed it in front of an angel figurine and sent this picture to me and her sons. At the time that I received the picture I happened to be talking to my roommate about Marina. Marina had promised me that though I couldn’t think of a specific sign she could send me that I would ‘know’ without a doubt when she did send me a sign. Hence, the story of the Marina Day hat.”
I’ve been in denial—struggling with truth for several weeks. Marina Day died of leukemia the night a rare comet soared across the sky this March. A brilliant light has gone out in the World. And the world. Goes. On. How is this possible? Why? Oh the pain-filled questions. I leave on Friday for Georgia to join hundred’s of Marina Day’s loved ones in celebrating her life. Celebrating her life with those who treasured her is exactly the balm my heart craves.
With her parents Sharon & Mike the Day’s created a Facebook group when Marina was diagnosed and being treated in Boston. Marina’s Lovefest is filled to the brim with hundreds of friends and family members who fiercely envisioned her healing, wellness, and wholeness. People who showed up to this space as love-in-action with their OMing and photos and snippets of joy. Witnessing the creation of possibility, love, faith, and authenticity has been an honor and a blessing. Marina’s journey and her relationships, especially with her mom, inspires me to be as bold and beautiful in all of mine.
Over the past thirty months I’ve send cards and little gifts and always received the sweetest notes back from Marina. In one she shared that she was choosing her ‘one little word’ (that Jeff offered to scrollsaw for her) because she didn’t see herself this way and wanted to to be BOLD. O, beautiful child of the sea—you lived bold, you died bold, you are the essence of bold, you inspired others to a boldness they may never have dared. You’ve gone first—so bold. Your memory trails a thousand pinpricks of light across the night sky like a comet—here and gone too soon. You were a force of nature and embodied bold in your music, dance, laughter, humor—you and your love were incredibly bold and beautiful. I am grateful for your light in my life. Namasté my friend.
…to offer a quick hello. Why? To put into action one of my OLW intentions: there is just enough time. I have my own thank yous to share and a story or two, but for now…I’m thinking of you. The photos are at a Lewes Library Ladies Luncheon last October…hence the disguises. This bunch and I make sure we get together at least once a year. Just enough time.