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Dreams and scarecrows.

In Bloomfield, New York Summer, Uncategorized, Year 3 on August 15, 2017 at 5:39 pm


Three years, friend. Three years ago, today. Three years ago today that we sat at the Taco Box in the East Village and began our hunt for housing. Three crazy, wonderful years. Three years of the highest highs, and the most brutal lows. Three years of dreaming. Three years of blood, sweat and tears. Three years of living the dream. And, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I will never forget the feeling I had that day. Elated and sick. I think I felt sick to my stomach for the entire week. I kept saying to myself, “We are here, our stuff is here, our kids are here, we’ve moved here.” I remember that feeling of “no return.” Not that I wanted to, but sort of. At the same time, there was nowhere else I wanted to be, and nowhere else I wanted to live. There was one thing we were sure of that day, and that one thing was NYC. Since that day, there is another thing we are sure ofscarecrows.

Scarecrows exist because there is treasure in the field. They exist because there is something of value there. Something they don’t want you to get. Something they don’t want you to find. Something they want to keep secret. They want you to leave and go elsewhere. They want you to move on. And, as we both know, NYC has been full of scarecrows for us.

It’s been full of ugly, mean, taunting scarecrows. Ones that have tried to convince us the field is empty. Ones that have tried to to tell us it’s a barren land. Ones that have tried to tell us we’d starve if we built a home here. Ones that have told us we’d only find fool’s gold here.

But, we are learning. We’re learning they tell lies. We’re learning where the biggest scarecrows are, is actually where we are supposed to be. We are learning that they are spineless, weak facades. We are learning they are lifeless, legless, breathless props. We are realizing the sight of them should actually cheer us onencourage us to walk bolder. They should remind us that gold is yet to be found—that bounty lies there. They should give us courage to stay. They should spur us on to dig deeper, to invite friends along, and to be tenacious. They should make us laugh, because we’ve called their bluff. They should make us dance because we’ve missed their trap. They should make us sing, because they can’t. They should encourage us to add pages to the dream, rooms to the house, buildings to the neighborhood. They should press us to write the dream. To speak it. To make it biggerso big that others must come with you. They should tell us to reach farther. Scarecrows should scare us into the very land they are staked in—where the treasure is hidden, waiting for us.

I think I’ll dream a little more. You should too.


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Tending souls…

In Spring in New York on May 12, 2015 at 9:53 pm

Hope you had a great mother’s day.  We brunched at home and it was perfect!  The boys got new shoes this week and Sol claims to jump higher, and Leon can run faster.  I wish I could say the same, but I’m pretty slow and not so springy.

Well, I’m sure you’re still wondering, and so are we, kind-of.  Yes, we’re still waiting.  Our waiting has changed though.  We are waiting less on “something to happen” and waiting more on us “making it happen”.  When heaven seems silent, it’s our time to work like it depends on us, we already know the rest depends on Him.   His part is not always easy to see, or I should say, His timing not always visible, but our part is in plain view.  We’ve been given hands, feet, brains and courageous hearts.  And, we are quickly learning that courage is action not an emotion.  One foot in front of the other.  One day, then the next.  One daring leap of faith, then one more.  Thus is the nature of our life at the moment.  Don’t be surprised in a few months if we are lawyers, designers, film makers, writers, and musicians all simultaneously.  Stranger things have happened.  And, I’m sure this is as surprising to you as snow in winter.

All of this has led us to tending our souls more attentively.  We’re realizing if souls aren’t tended, then hearts go frail, and life’s vitality wanes.  And, as you know, souls even go with us on vacation (not that we’ve had one).  Maybe you can serve as a post-it-note reminding me of this small yet monumental task of soul tending if I am ever to forget it again.  The health of my soul is the health of my life.  Period.  This is a big deal.  I think you should do something you enjoy! And, take note of things that drain you.  It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.  Refresh your soul!

Our 67 day mentor, Mr. Lopez, said something that has been in my head all day.  He was talking about the daily grind being what life is. We all have one–a daily grind that is.  If I am trying to escape the grind as my life goal, then I have much deeper issues going on.  I love this thought.  The goal shouldn’t be to escape. Living should be the goal.   My thoughts are beginning to rabbit trail, just like my dad, so I’ll stop before you can’t find me.  I envision a picnic and lengthy conversation over this one, soon.

To living OUR personal daily grind, well!



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