handwritten on July 4, 2019
Sure we gather to see the fireworks and wear our red, white and blue and indulge in blue popsicles with our bright white tennis shoes, but let us not forget the real reason why we wear those colors and what they should stand for.
Red is power. Red is the juicy watermelon stains on the white shirts of kids everywhere-living anywhere. Red is the mixed colors of the sunset, the unity in the beating of our hearts when we root eachother on but also the fiery passion many of us have to make a difference in justice, in love, in acceptance, in peace, in equality. The red is the almost not quite there yet color-maybe never will be, but small changes and we will be..significantly better. And brighter...
handwritten on July 3, 2019
I started the late afternoon with a little rain talk. For those unfamiliar, rain talk occurs in all spaces and places when a giant rain storm passes through and the folk there realize they have forgotten their umbrellas. On another magical (always) trip to the library, I came to the front stoop right inside the library only to realize I had no umbrella and a giant storm was passing through. So I waited, joined by other fellow conversationalists who realized they were not going anywhere either without their umbrellas. And so people began chatting, and I began listening and heard many interesting stories on that stoop mixed with the heavy patter of the rain just outside the world of books. ...
handwritten on July 2, 2019
As a kid, I always thought it would be interesting to have a timemark on how much time we actually have left in this world (almost like a daily count down.) I suppose it's a bit of a morbid thought, but I figured it might replace some of my massive to do lists and organize me in a way that allowed me to see time as not just lists but as a sense of urgency. Even now, when I have a list of thirty things that need to get done, I always do think to myself, if today was my very last day, what do I actually need to get done?
Well for those in the medical field, I feel like they are given this timemark and it's called "the beeper." That beeper can interrupt and slice and silence with two or three...
handwritten on July 1, 2019
Nothing soothes the soul more than a walk down cobblestone streets, a big glass of ice water, a small cafe table and a brunch of nutella, cinammon french toast. My good friend showed me this spot in Philadelphia entitle "Luna Cafe." As whimsical as it sounds, the atmosphere was just as whimsical. The vibe, the people and the food truly make a place. two days prior, I actually went to my first outdoor beer garden. From the outside it looks like a hidden forest complete with lush trees and vines and then hidden inside is a spot roaring with laughter and love. This whimsical jungle was probably one of my greatest highlights of the trip because the atmosphere was beyond brilliant.
We were...
handwritten on June 29, 2019
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Seriously gorgeous day in Philadelphia but hot as ever. We headed down in the morning to Bertram’s Garden and Boathouse. Sun beat down hard on the waters we wanted so badly to just jump in. A double kayak we chose and roamed upon the waters, water splashing on our arms and legs and tennis shoes. You see so much more in kayak then you see in a car. Slowing the pace allows you to see more detailed scenery and subtle details of the city or town or place in which you are exploring. I must say our biceps hurt after that because synchronizing strokes is a whole different type of love. Too hard on the right and you spin in a complete circle. Too hard on the left and you tend to also go in the...
