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A Date with My Husband and A Visit to the City

Mark and I had an opportunity to steal away for a lunch date this weekend. Our son was at a reunion for a Summer Leadership Workshop Camp at UMBC (University of Maryland Baltimore County) and our daughter was still hanging out after a sleepover with her surrogate sister.

We miss our hometown and our old neighborhood of Hampden in Baltimore. And I randomly opened my phone on Google Maps and saw a restaurant calling itself a “trucksteraunt’ and I was done. I got to ride up through my city along the Jones Falls, an old river under the city. I adore the old stone mills and houses and graffiti.A Date with My Husband and A Visit to the City on Shalavee.com

A Date with My Husband and A Visit to the City on Shalavee.com

We pulled up to the unassuming restaurant that is actually a funky little building with the kitchen in the food truck ! Gypsy’s trucksteraunt is as cute as it could be. There was a little stove and a lounge ares with a stuffed life-size cat on a chair. But I was super wowed by the bottle wall between the two spaces. I am a sucker for fun design.

The food and bar menu were funky and fun. The service people were lovely and we weren’t misled by the recommendation to choose the house specialties. I had fries and pulled pork in a waffle cone. And I can not kidding when I say it was junk food heaven meant to be eaten out of the cone on the street. Because Gypsy’s takes the meat to the street. And Mark’s Korean Fried Chicken was chicken nuggets on some fun spiced cabbage atop the hand cut fries with aoli inside the actual ice cream waffle cone, sweet and yummy.

A Date with My Husband and A Visit to the City on Shalavee.com

The date was such a yummy success. I miss the days of adventures with my husband and this was close to our old life but new to us. And then a quick drive through the old hood revealed much has changed. Many more hip shops and boutiques and eateries. It makes me happy and sad. Happy for the residents, sad that we no longer can enjoy the hipster hang outs of the city.

I rushed into an antiques shop and grabbed a couple trinkets to remember our journey and then we were off to gather up our children via highways and byways and take them home. I was so happy that all of us went our separate ways that day to find out about who we are in the world without one another.A Date with My Husband and A Visit to the City on Shalavee.com

I miss the city terribly sometimes but I also know that one day, we may return more often when our children are bigger. For now I can only enjoy a rare jaunt into it to remember. And see it with new eyes.

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Remembering My Intention for Connection

As many of you know, I stumbled this year. I tripped over my expectations of what I should feel and should be doing. I fell on my face and got caught in a spiral of self-doubt.

Luckily, I’ve had enough practice at self-care to jump in quickly and take care of me. This spell took me for a three-day grief ride so I decided to call on the big guns. I’ve been on anti-anxiety meds for over a month now and it has made an immense difference in the quality of life. Remembering My Intention for Connection on Shalavee.com

I have never felt this OK. Even though I couldn’t hear the exact words, there was always a background noise of judgment and fear playing. I now don’t feel at a deficit daily. I am able to feel accomplished when I complete tasks. These footholds are helping me rebuild my platform again on which I can stand with my thoughts and my words.

After my spell, I generally had just let go of everything I was looking at to do. I just couldn’t carry the burdens of expectations that I may never be able to fill or that may have been created by the me that did the things that I “should” do instead of being excited for the things I “could” do.

Today I fell upon my life’s Intention I crafted last year and I am reminded again that we are not alone. We are in fact meant to be here for one another in supporting witnessing roles. To remind one another of our humanity.Remembering My Intention for Connection on Shalavee.com

This is what I wrote for my intention. “I am connecting with and positively seeing my wiser self as I engage in conversations with like-minded people, telling and listening to our stories and lending permission for others to tell theirs.”

I’ve been thinking that this year, 2019, is the year to reach out and seek out more like-minded souls so that we both and all may feel connected on a more compassionate level. To focus on what we share and celebrate our oneness.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Stillness Thoughts in a New Year

The stillness of the house is like a pond in a winter’s morning. It beckons me to sit and just listen to the tick of the clock like a cricket in the weeds. Instead of leaping up and jumping in, I sat down and napped in the yawning silence. I haven’t had time to myself in a week and a half.

I organized my linen closet yesterday because I asked for new towels for Christmas. I filled three trash bags full of stuff I don’t need anymore or maybe never needed. A white matelasse bedspread I’ll never use as well as old towels and curtains. The new year’s purge has begun and halted.Stillness Thoughts in a New Year

I am standing slightly timid at the possibility to actually create a year that I want to live instead of shoving myself through the motions of a year I think I Ought to be living. I want a year of coulds instead of shoulds. When I hear the sole bird singing in the morning hours, he is singing for the possibilities.

Guided by my word for 2019, Focus, I will sift through my life’s leftover belongings purposefully searching for my possibilities and ditching the forced goals of 2018. I will acknowledge my fears and query my worries and entertain my what ifs. And I will slather myself with heaps of compassion during the process.Stillness Thoughts in a New Year

I am considering how I want my blog to serve me instead of me being enslaved by it. So excuse the tardiness of my post today as I gather and test my thoughts.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Let It Be Well

As I write this, it is New Year’s Adam. More visiting with relatives scheduled, German potato to make, and getting presents packed and children readied. And yet, there is a feeling of “all is well” with me. I honestly can not remember the last time I felt so calm and happy knowing that all is as it should be.let it be well on Shalavee.com

I can remember, as if a bad dream, the general feeling of unease that I needed to keep watch, to fix, to guard against, and to keep up the busyness against the doom. The anxiety pervaded every day in every way. And my Present to myself this season was to release that. I chose to just see if that was possible and to my delight, it was. I fought the stigma of treating my anxiety with medicine and said yes to help.

My Christmas was peaceful. My days were worry free as I watched my family laugh and play games. I made marvelous food and listened to my son play music and watched my daughter dance. And I marveled at how much joy there was all around me that I was so privileged to be a part of.let it be well on Shalavee.com

I heard a song this morning that I’d like to share with you because it seemed to convey the perfection of the simplicity of letting go. Rayland Baxter’s Let it all go Man. Follow the link to listen in Spotify.

https://open.spotify.com/track/7Cbz1nHuX3eDskwV566MGB

Happy New Year to you dear readers. I’ll see you next year.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

The Minutia of Christmas

( From December 2014 and last year, I adore this look back ) The sound was a thwap and a roll, hollow plastic bouncing and traveling across the floor. My new Christmas tree balls were this moment’s entertainment. The “ball balls” were being extracted from their big clear box and thrown while I hurried to put my laundry away. Although that’s exactly why I bought those, I underestimated the little monkey’s reasoning skills.let the ball-a-thon begin on Shalavee.com

Every day is jam-packed with holiday fun.

Not unlike any other day in my life, I’ve been cramming the carrying out of Christmas details into the tiny time slots when I’m kid free. I got started early! Then stalled. And then the holiday started to close in on me and every other person in the free First world.

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No one to impress but me, I knew I had time. But the tree had been lit and yet naked for a week. On the heels of the Christmas ball shot put incident, the unearthing of ribbon and tinsel garland set off a playing frenzy with Fiona dragging the garland around screaming “Mine, Mine” while the cat chased and pounced on the end. I’m not accustomed to the toddler mayhem yet. I like my holiday decorating to be quiet thinking time for me. Ha!garland and kitty games on Shalavee.com

Today was cookie making day as well. My son and husband conceived that cookies would be Eamon’s offering to the school class party. I apparently was no where around for this important strategy tete a tete because I am no cookie baker. And alas, Pilsbury’s Sugar cookies with embedded Christmas tree designs that you just cut and bake were all gone from the grocery store’s refrigerated section. So I talked myself up into helping Eamon make chocolate chip and sugar cookies. From scratch.

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I hate baking because I’m a cook. Exact measurements? And a toddler who refused to eat her dinner and is now milling around your feet and now falling off the step stool knocking sprinkles everywhere? Call them disaster cookies. choc chip cookies on Shalavee.com

I was feeling generally hostile and irritated and pulled out just enough patience to have Eamon do most of the work. And yes, for her sake and mine, I sent Fiona out to Dada who was doing train garden setting up.

I enjoy my domesticity straight up. I am good with all the ten million details of Christmas but I just want to do them alone. No I don’t want to ever bake cookies with the kids again unless they are well-behaved young adults. No they won’t ever be decorating my Christmas tree unless they’ve proven to have tree decorating abilities. And yes, I will totally take advantage of their cute art project creations to make gifts for people at Christmas and cash in on their one absolute contribution. Creative mindless fun. The rest of Christmas is serious business and better left to the professionals. Christmas cookies from Shalavee.com

Merry Christmas to all you perfectionistic special event planners and decorators otherwise known as moms across the world. You’ve given enough. Take a seat and enjoy the event because it’ll be over in a blink.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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