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Snippet one pix: In the background is Wheel of Life by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, her bio is extraordinary and her research and beliefs brought me much comfort since Marina's death. I vlunteered a 'guest book' to be passed around and found i had a hand pressed paper journal with blank pages and a purple cover. It was passed around over the weekend for Marina lovers to share their love with Sharon and Mike. ♥ I haven't writtien in it yet, and am collecting notes to add from anyone who missed sharing or who wasn't there in person. Will wing to Sharon as soon as it's ready. The angels were Marina's and Sharon gifted them to me as a keepsake. What treasure. The baggie is from the scattering of the ashes and still holds smidgens of  Marina. I walked along Pine Lake and closed my eyes holding Marina in my inner eye and picked up a smooth stone as a talisman.

Snippet one pix: In the background is Wheel of Life by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, her bio is extraordinary and her research and beliefs have brought me much comfort since Marina’s death. I volunteered a ‘guest book’ to be passed around and found I had a hand pressed paper journal with blank pages and a purple cover. Perfect!  It was passed around over the weekend for Marina lovers to share their love with Sharon and Mike. ♥ I haven’t written in it yet, and am collecting notes to add from anyone who missed sharing or who wasn’t there in person. Will wing to Sharon as soon as it’s ready. The angels were Marina’s and Sharon gifted them to me as a keepsake. What treasure. The baggie is from the scattering of the ashes and still holds smidgens of Marina. I walked along Pine Lake and closed my eyes holding Marina in my inner eye and picked up a smooth stone as a talisman. There were so many exquisite moments to savor and share…one snippet at a time.

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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.

marina

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W is for…

When I was a child, I entertained myself for hours – well, maybe 20-30 minutes with a game I made up: walking on the ceiling. I took a mirror and holding it in my hand, mirror-side pointing up towards the ceiling, I’d walk throughout the house, on any number of adventures through distant and definitely, made-up, lands. Over each door jamb I’d step, very carefully so I wouldn’t trip ;-) ).

This morning, as I was eating breakfast, I noticed reflections of items sitting on the granite counters… and they reminded me of my childhood game. So, I grabbed my iPhone, switched the camera so it would capture the ceiling…and proceeded to play the game.

T’wasn’t as much fun but I’m glad I did it; always fun to relive a childhood moment, doncha think?

Cheers~

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Last May I visited my Aunt Margaret in Canada, she was selling her home in a retirement community and moving into an assisted living facility. There was only so much she could take with her and one of the things slated to be donated was a hope chest. I have a weak spot for boxes. I am prone to falling for all shapes and sizes, makes, materials, they call to me from the nooks and crannies of thrift shops and craft fairs. I currently only have one hope chest which is home to my childhood treasures, memories of a twenty-seven year marriage, and keepsakes from Brin’s journey from newborn to young woman. I am a devout keeper.

My Aunt told me the hope chest was the first and only gift her parents had given her—it was an engagement gift. She’d had it for over fifty years!  The chest was empty and a delectable cedar scent wafted from inside which still looked new—irresistible itself but it had family history!  But I was going home by plane. I couldn’t take it. No way. Fortunately, not only am I keeper but I’m a hoper.

After staying at my Aunt’s for a few days I was hosted by my dear friend Beatrice and her husband Joop in Oakville. I shared the story of the hope chest and asked if I could get it to her house could it hang out in the basement until I figured out how to get it to Florida. Bea’s a kindred soul and a hoper, too. She welcomed the dear chest and even helped me carry it downstairs when it was delivered by my Aunt’s pet sitter a few days later.  Do you see the synchronicities keeping the hope alive?

Once I was home I made a few inquiries for shipping but the cost was simply too high. Bea said it was fine where it was for a while and we would wait and see what the Universe sent us. Fast forward sixteen months when Bea spoke with friends who planned to visit south Florida in September and who had a brother and sister-in-law who would be driving from Canada to meet up with them. In a VAN. What fabulous friends that they agreed to this hopeful adventure!

Hope Chest Travel log leg one: September 9th left the basement of Bea & Joop’s Oakville house driven to Toronto. Thank you all for giving this hope wings.

“Oh. the places you’ll go” dear hope chest on your way from Toronto to Ocala!  How do you keep hope alive dear reader?

My attraction to boxes seems to be, what’s inside? What treasures or dreams?  Or what could I keep inside?!

Filled with HOPE…can’t you see it gushing out?

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My friend Jaime lives in Maine and she plans to come to Florida for the birth of her granddaughter, baby Emily. On the phone she explained how she could fly but she’d rather drive so she had her car for the few weeks she’d be here. Do you wanna fly up and have a road-trip with me? YES! Then I set about the looking at the logistics. Work and commitment wise it was a good week. I’m flying Allegiant Air and it took me a while to book a flight. At first I interpreted it as a sign not to go. I stepped back for a few days and reevaluated. My wise self asked me if I really wanted to go? YES! I answered again with no hesitation. Okay then, she whispered, make it happen. And I did. I’m flying to Bangor on September 13th and Jamie and I will begin our road-trip home on the following Monday and take a few days to get to Florida. We may pop in and see friends unexpectedly en-route!

What’s your most memorable road-trip? My first and only road-trip alone was in 1997 the first summer I ever had off because I worked in the school system. It was awesome!  I drove my husbands brand new spiffy bright yellow Ford Splash Ranger from Florida to Ohio, then on to Toronto, and finally to Massachusetts where I stayed for the summer. I thoroughly enjoyed the scenery, took my time, daydreamed about a life of travel, and soaked in the freespiritedness of my adventure and connecting with friends and family along the way.

Where would you go?

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My mom loved Christmas and would plan for it all year long. She would scour yards sales in spring and hunt at flea markets in summer and tuck away the treasures she mined. She’d wrap them so early she’d forget what was inside!  I’ve never been a planner for Christmas and now that our family has toyed with making gifts instead of buying them I’m definitely going with spur-of-the-moment kinda gal.

The same week that Kathy suggested a ‘Christmas in July’ post a friend gave me boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through and keep or share. May the spirit of Christmas twinkle in your heart all year long!

I second that sentiment: Let it snow!

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These random items were saved and stuck in my Smash Journal willy nilly. Ticket stubs for movies we’ve seen, my #s from blood donation, note from hubby with kinda creepy grin, the stamp and return addy off of my love letter to myself, a fun math game, and an inspiring note from my CrossFit coach!

My ‘love letter’ to myself, part of the menu from an ice cream shop in Vero beach where i had the best brownie sundae EVER! The single movie stub from Jeff while I was away. ;) And a note from my dear co-worker Lucy thanking me for my help. ;) It’s a memory keeper, a treasure book, a lifeline, and a love fest all wrapped in one binding. I adore smashing!

Read more about my love letter to myself at HungryforLifeblog.com click on the photo to follow the link.

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Better late than never! Here’s my photo essay for last Friday.

My happy place….the beach! Jeff and I took a road-trip on Friday to look at boats and ended up at Ormond Beach. Ahhhhhh, so blissful.

Contents of my snack bag; have food will travel:
Water (I drink a lot!), fruit smoothie, fruit, and a boiled egg. This will last me till lunch!

Someone who makes me smile: this photo of Jeff and Brin sits on our kitchen table and greets me at every meal and always makes me smile. It was taken on a memorable mom’s day boating trip.

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We decided to change up things a bit and share with one another and you, our readers/followers, a little bit about our Friday, using this challenge as our inspiration . And, instead of five photos, we thought 2 or 3 this time out…so, without further adoo, here is my contribution:

My morning routine: Without a doubt, my mornings are my favorite time of day. Each day, regardless of when my day is scheduled to begin, I give myself at least an hour before I have to get ready for whatever to enjoy the peace and quiet of a day unfolding. I call it morning solitude and quiet time – MSQT. I fix a tray with a cup of green tea, a glass of orange juice and a glass of ice-cold water…

…and  seated in my chair, I greet the day :  listening to classical music on my iPad, reading, writing in my journal, thinking, feeling, appreciating. I have been greeting the day with MSQT easily for twenty-plus years – Friday was no different .  I never tire of the practice…in fact, I am constantly working on ways to extend the practice, i.e., the feeling and peace of MSQT throughout the entire day.  Bliss. 

A place I drive by all the time and have never taken a photo. US Route 1 reaches from Florida to Maine and is a major thoroughfare connecting Washington DC to VA and MD. I live just a block away from US 1 – in the District, it is Rhode Island Avenue – and drive it easily 2-3 times a week. The route going north always takes me by the building that was my first office location when I started working in 1974 for the Prince George’s County MD public library system . Recently, on my trips I’ve noticed that the building was being renovated and each time I drove by, I’d tell myself to stop and see what was what. Well, this past Friday, I did stop and learned that the building has been turned into loft apartments – I am presuming residential tho’ they could be offices. Whatever, it looks interesting and I think I’m going to call the real estate agent  and set an appointment to go for a look -see. My curiosity has been whetted.

my office was located on the top floor of the building on the left; the building on the right was originally a firehouse…

Across the street is a very interesting sculpture of colorful horns (saxophones, I think). These are new to the block and  too have caught my attention as I drove up and down US Route 1. At last I now have the photo I’ve been promising to get.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little photo essay. I’m looking forward to Kathy’s and Laura’s takes…bet you are too. We’ll touch base again June 5 or so. Enjoy your week and have a great life.

Cheers~

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