once upon a time,
over half a century ago,
a baby girl was born.
snow still on the ground that morning in april.
an odd mixture of winter’s remains
and the new growth of spring.
she grew up, mostly happy and whole.
once upon a time,
over half a century ago,
a baby girl was born.
snow still on the ground that morning in april.
an odd mixture of winter’s remains
and the new growth of spring.
she grew up, mostly happy and whole.
my blog post was already written up,
all prepared to go.
but then i decided it needed to rest on the shelf for a bit.
part of its further-reaching theme was a chance
to express my dissatisfaction and disappointment
with a situation involving my younger son.
And at last you arrive.
You write the final page,
close the book of experience,
and complete your journey.
But only this particular journey.
Because as one episode ends,
another is introduced.
You find yourself mentally preparing,
as the next slice of life
begins unraveling its intentions.
okay, so lately i’ve been focusing on
fear and doubt and overwhelm and insecurity
regarding my upcoming relocation.
three weeks ago i wrote all about it in far beyond.
all about the anticipation and the anxiety.
because every day there is unknown territory.
THE ARRIVAL IS ABOUT TO BEGIN AGAIN!
WILL YOU TAKE THE PLUNGE ON AUGUST 1?
“This has been a life changing course for me. Thank you April
for all you have taught me.”
~Christy, THE ARRIVAL participant
Today I’d like to share a tiny glimpse into my “life changing course” with you.
for those of you who are tired of hearing about my journey to italy
and all that it entails,
please stop here.
for those of you who are interested in witnessing the dramatic emotional shifts
that come with a decision of this magnitude,
please read on.
i visited you once, orlando.
three years ago now.
you left an impression of warmth (the sun, the people).
and then . . .
a singer’s meet-and-greet.
christina grimmie gone forever.
(i was a huge fan.)
dancing at the pulse.
49 individuals killed, 53 injured.
just back from a road trip to california, june 1 through 15.
(via washington, oregon, nevada, montana, and idaho.)
sharing one discovery i made each day.
Sometimes a strange thing happens when I travel. The kind of travel that consists of packing up every couple of nights and starting all over again in a new place.
I don’t write as much.
Just small snippets of words carelessly jotted down.