I’m rarely at a loss for words. But in the last few weeks I have been speechless.
I returned to tour, happy to be back teaching, educating, and inspiring as my uniform proudly states. But I know I am taught more, I am inspired more by the people I meet. The smallest child who tells me how he feels about his parents fighting while I try to remind him to eat his lunch. The vast ocean that makes me feel so small and powerless. The words of a all-too-poignant service on fear at a Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Winston Salem. All these things, they take my words away from me – and I am left searching for something to say.
“So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.” A Litany for Survival, Andre Lorde.
My weekend in Wilmington was refreshing. I think it’s safe to say the bed and breakfast I stayed at was a five star resort. Uncle Mark hooked me up with delicious eats and treats during my stay. I can’t rave about it enough. Wilmington is a dream come true. Every time I return I fall deeper in love.
This weekend had some great memories too. Michael joined us in Winston Salem to paint the town. To be honest; Winston Salem may never be the same. Great people, good conversations, and sweet drinks. So many good times were had that on Sunday we went to church. Services were on fear – a topic that has overwhelmed me recently.
It’s difficult for me to remember sometimes how absolutely lucky I am to be alive and on this amazing journey. In spite of, or maybe even because of my fear, I will make it a point to celebrate each day as a gift.
* Photos courtesy of the great Michael Venske
I’m gonna go head and just say it: I had a better time in Winston-Salem than Nashville or Knoxville. I know it’s apples to oranges, but holy smokes! Such a great time in such an unexpected place… (Oh, and I need to buy a uke between now and Saturday. Just FYI. I have these cravings to play and sing…)
Next onto Chicago, more memories and more shenanigans!