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Day 305: f*ing friday :: fearlessly

2 Nov

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the words Fires

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, what an f*ing week.

But it is almost over and I hold on to my mantra, to lovemore+fearless as we all move through the current storm — the times we are living in, the upcoming election and the weather pattern sending destructive hurricanes in our path — and the ensuing aftermath.

No matter where you are tonight, here’s sending more love your way.

And, here are some helpful links I ran across that you may find useful:

1) A love letter From Marianne Williamson called “Love Letter to East Coasters

2) The American Red Cross. You can easily donate by calling this number:  1-800-HELPNOW

3) Or text “REDCROSS” to 90999 to make an automatic $10 donation.

Love more. Be safe. Help out.
Let’s move forward.

Day 304: a day for all saints’ and self care

1 Nov

Some weeks are just made for self care.
I vote for this one.

I think I have vacillated between every form of emotion from love to fear and back again.

Between losing my wallet and praying not to lose my house in Sandy’s super stormy cycle, THEN having my wallet returned (without the cash!) and thanking my lucky stars for a home intact with electricity …. to finally watching in horror as people up and down the east coast picked up fallen trees, flooded streets and burning houses………

I. Am. Exhausted.
Aren’t you?

So today I was a little relieved to find the top 10 mobile health apps from CNN.
One of which is my beloved Pocket Yoga.

It’s a good reminder for me.
To remember to be alive while I am, um, you know, HERE.
And to take care of the one body I have.

To breathe.

And to do something.

Even if it means consciously sitting still in silence.

Or quietly watching the ocean roll by, being grateful for each moment, every crash of every wave, down to the tiniest drop of water, as if I were a lighthouse at sea.

Resilient. Steadfast. Strong.

It’s no surprise to me, that on this day otherwise known as All Saints’ Day, I am breathing in a message to live in awe.

And to awesomely,
and unequivocally, 

Day 302: the light at the end of sandy’s tunnel

30 Oct

There seems to be some light at the end of the tunnel.
At least there is a very large moon over the ocean tonight outside our front door.

My heart goes out to those in New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania and all the other areas who took the brunt of Sandy’s super powers. (If you’re interested, the American Red Cross is still looking for help to aid the most affected areas.)

As for us…

After spending an entire day glued to the tube far away in the suburbs, watching the newscasters report from the shore just down the beach from our house in Situate, we are home and find everything in its place.

Everything outside is of course dripping wet, but the house, windows, stairs, walls, roof are all intact. (Even the Boston Globe has a photo of Scituate on its Facebook banner!)

The sand is super smooth on the beach, as if someone took a lawn mower to it and trimmed it all down to the same height, not even one footprint left.  Rocks dot the landscape.  And, everything is absolutely dripping wet — did I already say that?

If Sandy was the some sort of welcoming committee, I guess we should consider ourselves officially acclimated to the South Shore.

But we are thankful.  And lucky.

Just for the record, while my theme this year is to live fearlessly, this was NOT what I asked for: not for me, not for you and not for anyone else either.

The good news is that most of us are still standing.

Let’s hope all those buried in snow or sand, holding roofs together with shoe strings or waiting for the water to dry up are on their way to seeing the light soon.

Sending you love.

More and more love.
Love, more and more.


Day 300: losing my wallet

28 Oct

I did not expect to lose my wallet today.

I am however, grateful for many things:

1) A Red Coat
I left 40-degree Chicago this morning, where I was so GRATEFUL that Pam let me borrow her red coat and take it on the road — because ALL of my winter clothes are still in Florida. Yes, I know, that makes no sense.

2) Geting home
I am also thankful that we beat the storm home tonight and I am tucked in safe and warm with family inland and far away from the beach. Let’s hope this storm blows out to sea or lessens and does not live up to the worst predictions.

3) My wallet
After landing at Logan Airport and riding the bus to South Station I realized I no longer had my wallet. It was in the little brown bag with my books that I accidentally left on a ledge inside the airport while running to catch the bus. It’s a long, silly story that left me feeling pretty stupid.

I reported it to the information desk, to Massport and to the State Police. There was no wallet to be found, just lost.

As I walked the hallways of Logan Airport, the wonderful woman from the Massport Information Desk tried to make me feel better by saying, “You know some people leave really large bags, we once had someone leave their cello.”

It did make me feel better. But, I still felt stupid. Thoughtless. What a waste of time and money and at least one day of my life will now be spent waiting in line at the DMV.

Ironically, through all of this, I was wearing my LOVEMORE+FEARLESS tee-shirt.

Then, just as we drove up the highway, headed home, I received a phone call from Southwest Airlines — they had my wallet. I didn’t fly Southwest Airlines. I have no idea how they got my wallet or who turned it in…

But, thank you to the wonderful soul who did.
It makes me hope that luck is on our side. 

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