the downtown is bustling, even for a sunday. people drinking coffee or laughing over a table of mamosas and beer. brunch in the Springs. reading books and newspapers and pouring over laptops under awnings. so many big dogs here I think, peering at the half wolf crouched under a table and the mastiff like a statue a few feet away. people look up and smile, sipping soup and spreading butter on bagels. the line at Uncommon Grounds is ungodly. I walk past a pair of buskers howling that classic busker tune, and like a rolling stone I keep on rolling on with no real direction except a reasonable cup of coffee and a relaxing place to write.
I've got my bag of 'tools' and 'just in cases' slung over a shoulder and breathe it all in. Fall air is my air. I feel alive and crisp and partly sunny. Thinking, mildly. "Maybe I could get use to you, place. No guarantees, but if you keep this up we may have to talk about bringing things to the next level. I have some suspicions I'd like to investigate. Do you have Answers? I am a spinning spiral of Questions. I'm not sure, but it appears you've got some ins and outs I want to see about, some things to teach and lessons to learn... This may just mean I stick around a little longer to try and put a finger on just what is you're made of...Underneath all this surface.
I'm intrigued, How will you Unfold?"
This morning I woke up to a smiling Johanna carrying her "deliciously famous" raw food cake into the top bunk of my bed, glowing with all 23 colored candles and accompanied by the german rendition of a happy birthday song, entitled...something in german...and that signifies "good health, much luck and bountiful joyfulness on all your life's paths." The sleeping Soraya wakes to chime in from down below and I can't help but be slightly-momentarily-overcome. (No, I don't cry at everything..just almost at many things...) It was beautifully thoughtful and special to be taken in as a real member of the family, and included in this cake-for-breakfast birthday tradition. I ate until I was almost sick, took a shower, and crawled back into bed, happy and content to be drifting in and out of much needed sleep for the next few hours. Pleased with life and my being here and the genuine connection that seems to be passing through the household, I slept with a smile on my face and dreams of hula hoops and sugar plums dancing through my head...
On my "real" birthday, Saturday, I took a roadtrip with a lovely new-to-my-life someone an hour north into Adirondack Park. Here they've designed an 'EXTREME!' course in the tree tops full of lots of 'EXTREME!' obstacles to play on...a true jungle gym in the canopy... monkey bars 65 feet off the ground, leaps of faith into huge hanging nets...balancing on tight ropes and wobbly logs and acrobat bars and the whole nine yards. Needless to say, it was a lot of fun, not to mention a bit of a workout and a good old fashioned screaming laughing dose of adrenaline to get the blood pumping and endorphins flowing.
Probably one of the best parts of the day, however, was the driving there and back...past the endless array of multicolored tree tops, the mighty Adirondacks standing calmly and solidly in the distance, the slowly shifting clouds pregnant and playing with the idea of pouring. "Josh from New York" looking like some rugged model with one hand on my knee and the other on the wheel, glancing over every now and then with a silent smile and a nod that says so much. I am joyful and I am still and feel like I could go on driving like this forever, letting the music wash over me and the scenery pass me by. An intense love of the road and for people and the divinity of nature...a calming this is what I do this for. A feeling of rightness with the world in a moment floods me--a victorious stopping of time, in-tuneness with oneness and awareness of greatness and all this guru sounding ness-ness that makes me feel I'm truly enjoying the "bountiful joy on all my life's paths." I inhale. We move forward and continue to arrive at exactly where we need to be. I complete my breath and start again.
It is true I feel fortunate to have made such solid connections "in time" for my birthday and that although I missed my home in good old Minnesota I was made to feel loved and at ease in my new home along this portion of the road. I am also so grateful to all of you that reached out to me in your own way and dropped a line--a phonecall, a letter, a message, a text, and even those one-liner facebook acknowledgements go a long way. Honestly, it means A LOT to know you're out there and that I'm crossing your mind from time to time. You are all in my heart and in my thoughts more than you know.
Thank you so much for reading, and for all the positive feedback. Its good to be heard.
Love and blessings,
Until next time
XO Kaitlin
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