Go! Get your heart on, what ya waiting for?
This is a guest post I wrote back in November 2011 for Canada’s Adventure Couple – Dave & Deb it was published on their super fab site earlier this week. This was my first guest post I’ve written and was great to see my post on their site.
Sometimes, in life there are too many ‘what if’ moments. Moments where we find ourselves questioning motives, desires, yearnings, personal histories, and the what if I do, do it. What then?
Confucius was right in his statement. To become a traveler, you must take that first step. After that, the adventure is yours.
It was two years before I could make it back to my home country. Two years of wishing, and needing your little hearts and hands around my body.
Surprises are meant to surprise. And I sure showed you. Continue reading
Friday the 13th and the Niagara Region gets hit with its first major snow storm of 2012 and I found myself in a snowy paradise.
I prayed to the snow Gods for every night and day. On the twenty-third day she responded with blinding whiteness.
It was cold, bitter cold, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying natures white wrath of beauty.
The wind billowed its wicked strength though my ancient winter coat as the fat flakes fell gracefully from the grey snow filled sky.
How do you play in the snow, or do you prefer the comforts of a warm fireplace?
My hard-core addiction to police programs got me thinking about donating blood. Nightly I’m snuggled in deep watching America’s favourite police shows dubbed in Italian: C.S.I. Miami (swoon, David Caruso), N.C.I.S. (drool, Micheal Weatherly), and old skool 21 Jump Street (Oh, Johnny).
And every night without fail, there are realistic scenes of a crime, and a boat load of blood. Always pools upon pools of blood, everywhere. Then I start to think about the survivors, and their need for blood, should such a tragic accident happen. After this my thoughts spiral out of control and I begin to think about the poorer nations, those who haven’t clean blood to share, or those sick who need the blood that I am able to give.
A sign was posted in my town calling for blood donations on December 8th, 2011, I wrote it down in my day book
Tailgating Buffalo Bills Fans
Tailgate parties are an American pastime. Tailgate parties are an organized social events held around the tailgate (trunk, or boot) of a vehicle. Tailgating more often than not, involves copious amounts of cheap beer barbecued burgers, sausages and hot dogs.
The tailgate party itself, is generally held in the parking lots of major American and Canadian sporting stadiums. It’s the build up to the BIG game: football, soccer, baseball, hockey and basketball.
There are pre-game tailgate parties and post-game tailgate parties. You are a true tailgater, if during the post-game tailgate you are still standing and chanting the teams support song. Continue reading
Sometimes in life, you need a dart, a dart board and some courage. The board is there to make the final decision. Your only requirement is to throw the dart.
There are a myriad of options why one never throws the dart. There are limits to our logic. Most of the time we spend holding the dart, afraid to throw it, afraid of what the board will tell us.
I’ve held my dart for far too long. It’s time to let go, time to focus on the dream. Time to travel. The time is now. One way or another a life changing event will unfold. Again.
Throw the dart.
I can’t.
Just do it. It’s not the first time nor will it be the last.
But … but … packing up and moving again. Do I have it in me to culturally, emotionally and spiritually open myself up to a new country … again?
Yes, you can.
The dart flies out of my hand, through the air, swoosh. Eyes closed and heart pounding.
I … can’t … believe … I’m … doing … this … again! I’m nuts! Totally nuts!
The dart lands with a thud, stuck to the plastic map and wall. I can’t move, I won’t move. My new reality is about to unfold, another new beginning is about to start. Oh dear, I’m moving where … ? Continue reading
Brownies is a wonderful program for girls aged seven to ten. Teaching hands-on experience in developing young girls minds, self-esteem, relationships, fitness, community and service projects and lifestyle choices.
I’ve promised myself always to do my best and have always been true to my beliefs. I remember the brown uniform and orange and white scarf like it was yesterday. I couldn’t wait to fill my sleeve with Brownie badges, small tokens of encouragement in jobs well done in cooking, cleaning, communications, fire building, team work, community service and self-improvement. Continue reading
Life before the internet was, well, freedom. In nineteen seventy-nine email didn’t exist. If you wanted to email someone you had to put pen to paper. So Old-Skool. Imagine. There was that pen pal in Italy who sent strange gifts of potent liquid lavender and small dried pieces of bread shaped like a boot. The writing stopped after the lavender incident, Mom said it was just weird. Continue reading
My Sardinian Life 