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three middle-aged women and three barbies.

ACK and so it begins

sometimes you just have to grab your two very best friends,
and your barbies,
and set off on an epic road trip.

then simply watch the magic unfold . . .

ACK april on horse

ACK mountain and rocks

ACK carol in front seat

ACK airbnb house

ACK muted mountains

ACK misted mountains on going-to-the-sun road

ACK tea party for 6

ACK barbies at tea party (carol's)

ACK kids with barbies

ACK guy with barbies

ACK barbies at snow bridge

ACK favorite spot logan pass

ACK continental divide

ACK me and kellee at st mary lake

ACK kellee seatbelting me in

ACK acorn rock at logan pass

ACK double rainbow

ACK at airbnb house

thank you, carol.
thank you, kellee.
my send-off to italy was THE best.

Are you ready to arrive?

HOORAY! IT IS TIME!

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.

far beyond.

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.

after the tohubohu

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.

15 things i discovered during 15 days on the road.

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.

  1. goats get lonely and cry too.
  2. a red door always makes me happy.
  3. hot temperatures can delaminate a tire.

Ramblings from the Road

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.

my may goodness

i started a new practice this year.
at the beginning of each month, i excavate all of the goodness of the previous month.
and i sum it all up in a facebook post.

the months of april and may presented trying and tricky times for my family.

cut to the chase

when the rains are relentless . . .

insecurities arise.
tempers flare.
wounds open.
doubts linger.
worries abound.
tears flow.

despair

shaken.
bewildered.
wondering where to put it all.

write.

write to process the grief.
write to calm the agitation.
write to uncover the truth.

the whites, the creams, and the grays (forced self-assessment)

my feelings were hurt this week.

and since it involved something close to my heart,
i immediately became defensive.

but then i stopped myself.
i decided to think more about what had been said,
to see if the accusation did indeed fit.

revolutionary if necessary.

the daily show reported recently that scientists in japan had invented a robot that is capable of recognizing its own reflection in a mirror. “when the robot learns to hate what it sees,” said jon stewart, “it will have achieved full humanity.” (steven pressfield)

funny because it’s true.