…arm, that is. Our Sweet Girl is a casualty of the Monkey Bar Menace. Picture Trapp Pond State Park…the grill just about ready for the hot dogs…a quick trip to the playground. Now, picture Mamma, Grammy and Samantha leaving the boys and Sofie behind for another quick trip…to Nanticoke Memorial in Seaford. Ultimately, Sweet Girl required surgery to fix that elbow for the future…yet another trip up I95 to A.I. DuPont…finally in a room at 1:30a on Sunday morning. Surgery and recovery by 10:30a…on the road for the best trip…home…by 3p. Samantha’s been one strong, little woman. Doing what needs to be done. It became funny to see the nods of recognition each time a staffer asked what happened…hence, the Monkey Bar Menace name. One intern swore that orthopedists invented/fund monkey bar makers to safeguard their jobs. Cute.
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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!
On Momma & Brin’s Amazing Roadtrip in May I never shared how much I enjoyed tent camping and sitting by a campfire. We definitely didn’t rough it as we had an air mattress and sleeping bags and a dozen pillows. But there’s something about eating and sleeping outdoors that was addictive. Even though it was more work to set up and cook once I was ensconced by the campfire with my book and headlamp I was at peace. Totally. Relaxed. I found my internal clock unwinding and slowing several beats. There were a few drawbacks; our first night in North Carolina the temperature dipped to forty degrees. And in Kentucky at dusk the mosquitoes seemed to be small fighter jets and I spent nine dollars at the general store for bug repellant! But our last campsite in Tennessee had a small stream rushing by and it was almost as soothing to me as ocean waves.
Spending time alone with Brin and connecting with her as a grown-up-fabulous-person and not only my kid was the highlight by far and we had several awesome adventures. We went zip lining in Tennessee which was a definitely a thrill but our last minute FAV choice was caving at Raccoon Mountain.
There were just the two of us with a young man as our guide. This cave crawl was not for the unadventurous or inflexible; we slithered on our butts and bellies many times; we stopped frequently to defog our glasses; we were completely done-in ninety minutes later but we had a blast. We even sat still in the dark and listened to the cave grow. No you can’t really hear growth, but in the absolute palpable dark you could hear water always moving and flowing from a trickle to a stream and thinking of a cave as a living organism that takes thousands and thousands of years to grow was mind blowing. Caves are a powerfully spiritual place.
….who KNOW me and love me. ♥
On our road-trip Brin and I were only in Maryland two days and one of those was for a client event. We arranged to meet up with Honoré after the event for an early dinner in Columbia at Greystone Grill. ( I had dessert for dinner, YUM-O). She and Gail have known each other for years and Honoré and Brin met for the first time. It was quick but perfect! And she brought me an entire blue Ikea bag filled with books. Not just ANY books but every one of them is about writing. The most awesomest gift ever! Here they are ready to be sorted and added to my bookshelves. Thank you so much dear Honoré!
Not long after we arrived home from our road-trip I received an unexpected package from Kathy. Hmmmmm….what could it be? A lovely Easter card received in May, with a note wishing me and Jeff a belated Merry Christmas and a book of course!
And inside an extra fun gift: friendship bracelets! Kathy wrote they are to remind us,
1) I await anxiously to see your art 2) we can pretend to be in middle school anytime we want.
Thank you sweet Kathy—the entire package made me smile big at your creative thoughtfulness and playfulness. And Jeff and I have both worn our bracelets since we received them.
I am honored to share this space with you my friends…and connect over the miles as though there were no distance at all. Much love, and of course vuuuuugs! ♥
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.