Friday, October 20, 2017

#Write31Days 20 • Discover

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Five Minute Friday :: Discover

This week's Discover Five Minute Friday prompt from Kate Motaungs gradually aging FMF home is perfect for Celebrating Place!

Take Five {Minutes}:

One of my favorite exclamations is "Celebrate the City! Where the mind sees more than the eye!" With my somewhat extreme urban propensities, that would be an excellent start for five minutes of considering discover. Diversity of every kind is a hallmark of any metropolis, and in fact, variety belongs to any definition of city. But that's not my direction for this FMF. How many times have I mentioned the surface of the desertscape appears almost lifeless and unchanging, yet you don't need to be a biology or ecology expert to know the extreme amount of animal and plant life that teems just underneath the surface. I can't begin to estimate the times I've reminded my readers and myself how the exodus desert was the original constitutive experience for God's people on their way to the land of promise where they'd become settled and agricultural, where they'd rely on the earth become land to yield to their skills in farming, to respond to the life-giving and life-sustaining rivers that flowed through Canaan.

Life-giving and identity-restoring remains our experience in the physical, phenomenological deserts of this 21st century, in our relational and spiritual ones, too, as God in the power of the Holy Spirit of life nudges, directs, and strips us down to essentials. Despite all those palm trees everywhere and the Pacific Ocean right down the street, it can be hard to remember my current place of residence in southern California is a coastal desert. Visiting the land-locked Sonoran Desert in southern Arizona long has been one of my best reminders to look and discover what God has been doing underneath the apparent dryness and drought, to dig deep in all directions to celebrate the place of renewal and hope, the venue of God's unwavering presence that's the desert.

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

#Write31Days 19 • South Central

#smile south central

Los Angeles

Since mid-March 2017 Roxy Kitteh and I've been staying in South Central LA; there's no point in describing the situation beyond saying people have reminded me, "it's a roof" and reminding myself the cost of housing in these here parts is sky-high, yet I trust something affordable and healthy eventually will surface.

Dis be da hood, so the immediate area's sparse on standard retailers and has more than a fair share of storefront indie businesses {and churches}. Life in South Central has meant relishing six {6} months of almost daily fresh local blueberries, along with the opportunity to enjoy Edward Hopper-style lighting effects {I cannot get enough of} on nearby houses during breakfast every morning weather's not overcast. So that part's been very very good.

All in all? Smell the Roses, Savor the Berries, and #SmileSouthCentral!

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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

#Write31Days 18 • Sorrow

porch stories: sorrow

...For the City and the Cities

Porch Stories

Today is Wednesday and another Porch Story opp from Kristin Hill Taylor; this time Kristin writes about Ashleigh Slater's new book Braving Sorrow {Loss, Grief, Disappointment} Together. Yesterday I wrote a little about ways cities bring me to life, emphasizing the...
...description of my currently less active {than this one} Preservation Project blog, it's about Neighborhood revitalization, brownfield reclamation, storefront transformation, infrastructure rehabilitation... about surrounding the city with beauty, encouraging nature with window boxes, backyard gardens, kitchen herb gardens, community gardens. Flowers and veggies, beauty and nutrition all over the place! Getting artistic with murals on brick walls and wooden fences. Creating new signage.

The story of God and God's people opens with a garden and ends with the city of the new creation with the river of life flowing through the city streets, with the tree of life laden with fruits for healing of all the nations. A properly tended garden will grow into a city!

I grieve and mourn for population decline, broken infrastructure, overall urban decay {and I don't mean the makeup line}, schools that don't educate, political carelessness, and other serious sorrows of too many cities in the USA and elsewhere. My heart particularly aches for the once splendid city of Detroit, that sprawling urban prairie once known as the Motor City and as Motown. I've blogged about Detroit at least a half dozen times {update: at least 16 times} over the life of this blog; my memories include days at Belle Isle Park and my first ever MLB game at the old Tiger Stadium {8-track tape, that one}. Less than five years ago, Detroit declared bankruptcy, yet love and caring that began quite a while previous to that event are helping revitalize and resurrect Detroit. Enough people cared deeply enough to come together in their sorrow and loss. They held onto hope, did a lot of plain hard work, and helped revive Detroit into a Renaissance City, a place of rebirth, a place to wildly celebrate again!

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

#Write31Days 17 • Alive

city fence scattered flowers
city fence gathering flowers

Alive!

For day 17 I'm breaking again from writing about discrete physical, geographical places, and picking up What Makes You Feel Alive, the suggested day 17 prompt from #Write31Days host Crystal Stine. Alive reminds me of Howard Thurman's {career, vocation, recreation} counsel not to ask what the world needs—ask what brings you to life, because the world needs people who are fully alive.

What makes me feel alive? Sharing a meal with almost anyone else! Teaching ... almost anything? Well, not quite. Teaching something I know about: art, music, bible, theology. To tie alive into 31 Days of Celebrating Place, what places, large or small settings, types of towns, or particular geographies bring me to life? Cities. Noisy residential neighborhoods. The CBD at lunchtime. I still have that Preservation Project passion, or maybe Restoration Project would be more accurate. To cite the description of my currently less active {than this one} Preservation Project blog, it's about Neighborhood revitalization, brownfield reclamation, storefront transformation, infrastructure rehabilitation... about surrounding the city with beauty, encouraging nature with window boxes, backyard gardens, kitchen herb gardens, community gardens. Flowers and veggies, beauty and nutrition all over the place! Getting artistic with murals on brick walls and wooden fences. Creating new signage. What brings me to life? Digging into dirt. Pruning, weeding, raking, harvesting. Getting real dirt all over and not minding it at all after the first five minutes. Planting, harvesting, growing, and greening can happen almost anywhere you can dig into the dirt, and it's most noticeably abundant outside the city out in the countryside, across rural farmlands. What brings me to life? Sharing a meal, especially a feast full of ingredients we've planted and picked ourselves, prepared together, and blessed together. In the city, In the country. Anywhere.

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Monday, October 16, 2017

#Write31Days 16 • Salt Lake City

Mount Olympus Utah
Mount Olympus

Days of 47 Utah Sego Lily Utah

Utah

This is day 16, the exact middle of the 31-day challenge!

Salt Lake City forever will remain a place I need to rationalize what went right because by most human standards so many things went wrong during my time there. This series featured the state of Utah a week ago yesterday; like the rest of Utah, SLC and its immediate surroundings are packed full of natural wonders. SLC possesses the biblical number of seven canyons; creeks that flow through SLC's more urban canyons {City Creek, Mill Creek, Red Butte, Emigration, and Parley's} have been in the process of becoming literally daylighted and restored to health rather than continuing as canals. Larger canyons Little Cottonwood and Big Cottonwood were – and still are – near enough to the city for even a short escapade up the canyon into big sky wonders.

Whether or not you've visited SLC or other parts of the intermountain west, maybe you know Brigham Young announced the Salt Lake Valley as "the place" the Latter-day Saints would settle. Pioneer Day that commemorates that event every July 24 is a major Utah holiday. Some years I watched fireworks a few streets up the hill from where I lived, other years at Liberty Park. You've likely seen pictures of Temple Square at Christmas time, and you may recognize the SLC LDS temple. Nearby Abravanel Hall is home to the Utah Symphony Orchestra. I had the joy of attending some Saturday evening concerts with a friend some of the times her daughter had to work and couldn't use her ticket. I also attended some Finishing Touches open rehearsals.

I trudged through CROP walks or the local equivalent during non-CROP years. Most of Utah's land mass is rural, most of the population, urban. I could walk to the Utah State Fair from my apartment on The Avenues! Getting to the fair was a longish walk, but easier than inconveniently parking and then walking for a half mile, or taking more than one city bus a relatively short distance.

Because I served on the board of three non-profit organizations and was active in at least two others, I participated in more than my fair share of activities that were politically, socially, and culturally broadening and enlightening. I never bothered to count my sound bite appearances on the late evening {10 pm in Utah} network affiliate news! Alongside my activist endeavors, I sat in on classes at the U, joined Toastmasters in order to become a better speaker, always attended the annual Poverty Conference and the Neighborhood Conference. I even had the smarts to find computer classes and start digitizing my design! That's the short list, so maybe SLC was more of a growing and learning space than a place of sorrow and disappointment?

Would I visit SLC? Only if someone I knew still lived there. I reconnected on facebook with next door neighbor Laurie, who currently lives in Provo, not far from Brigham Young University or "The Y." Would I vacation in Utah again? In a heartbeat—and I already have!

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Sunday, October 15, 2017

#Write31Days 15 • Salem

Derby Wharf, Salem Federal Style House, Salem

Massachusetts

A train ride or a drive "up the {north} shore" from Boston into residential, historical Salem leads to dozens, maybe hundreds, of three-story classic federal style houses painted in assorted hues. Salem has a rich maritime history! I've heard tell how way back in the day, clipper ship trade in opium and tea was so central to the city's identity that people across the big Atlantic Pond thought Salem was the New World / the New World was Salem. Salem is full of ecclesiastical history—beginning with and moving beyond colonial Puritans, more than one church traces roots to the first church gathered in the colonies in the year 1629. Early in the 19th century, the first ever foreign missionaries were commissioned and sent out from Salem. "Salem" derives from the Hebrew shalom, peace that's well-being, integrity, and wholeness, that's more than absence of conflict.

By the way, the witches were only a myth, because they happened in today's town of Danvers that used to be part of Salem, just as several other renamed north shore towns once "belonged" to Salem.

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Saturday, October 14, 2017

#Write31Days 14 • Ramsey Canyon Preserve

Ramsey Canyon Preserve
Ramsey Canyon Preserve
Ramsey Canyon Preserve

I've previously written about Ramsey Canyon Preserve on this site during April 2007 and featured some photographs on Ramsey Canyon Preserve too.

The Nature Conservancy describes Ramsey Canyon as one of "The Last Great Places." There's nothing more healing than a day at Ramsey Canyon Preserve. It's not too long a drive from Tucson in the direction of the Mexican state of Sonora, but the trip back home Tucson-way definitely warrants stopping for dinner. As I did for San Diego County, I'll fill in some spaces on this one later one. In fact, in the interest of ending up with a major accomplishment, I'll probably add ideas and images to almost everything in this series.

From The Nature Conservancy:

Ramsey Canyon, located within the Upper San Pedro River Basin in southeastern Arizona, is renowned for its outstanding scenic beauty and the diversity of its plant and animal life. Southeastern Arizona is an ecological crossroads, where the Sierra Madre of Mexico, the Rocky Mountains, and the Sonoran and Chihuahuan deserts all come together.

A spring-fed stream, northeast orientation, and high canyon walls provide Ramsey Canyon with a moist, cool environment unusual in the desert Southwest. Summer monsoons create an annual splash zone where all kinds of fun can be had! Water-loving plants such as sycamores, maples, and columbines line the banks of Ramsey Creek, often growing within a few feet of cacti, yucca, and agaves. Communities ranging from semi-desert grassland to pine-fir forest are found within the vicinity of Ramsey Canyon Preserve. Ramsey Canyon and the Upper San Pedro River Basin are situated within the Apache Highlands ecoregion, which encompasses central and southeastern Arizona, southwest New Mexico, and the northern Sierra Occidental of Mexico.

Ramsey Canyon Preserve
Ramsey Canyon Preserve
Ramsey Canyon Preserve

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Friday, October 13, 2017

#Write31Days 13 • Invite

Invite collage
Grand Park, Los Angeles • Truro, Massachusetts, Beach House • Embarcadero Park, San Diego

It's day 13 of #Write31Days; Kate Motaung's Five Minute Friday Prompt fits my Celebrating Place topic well, so I'll take 5 to write about Invite.

For the month of October I'm celebrating place: places I've visited, places I've lived, places I've loved, places that have changed me. Place is about the ground under our feet, the land that grows our food. Often place is about home, belonging, safety, and trust. What are your special places? Have you been places you'd rather not return to? A house, a neighborhood, a city or town that meant sorrow, hopelessness, fear, or rejection? Can a person transform – redeem! – those places by returning, remembering, reliving what went down there? I don't know.

I don't know. But today I invite you to visit a few of my special spots. The Embarcadero along the Pacific coast of San Diego. Sand, surf, fish tacos, and the amazement of knowing there's an entirely "other" world on the other side of that limitless water. The lower Cape Cod town of Truro, where I spent a magical week with a classmate. We could find the same house, breakfast on the deck, lie on the sand and bask in the sun, snack and shop in Provincetown. "Please come to LA to live forever?!" Maybe not, but please spend a week with me in Current City Los Angeles! We'll visit museums, go to the beach at Santa Monica, hit the swap meet, maybe even take a tinseltown tour—if that's your pleasure.

Where would you like to invite your friends?

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Thursday, October 12, 2017

#Write31Days 12 • North End

Boston • Massachusetts

North End Boston leaving Bethel frescoBoston proper is a small geographical area; wikipedia reports it "covers 48 square miles (124 km2) with an estimated population of 673,184 in 2016; the greater Boston Metropolitan Statistical Area branches out and around to include close to 5,000,000 people. Boston contains many large neighborhoods with their own designations people often use when they address snail mail {Roslindale, Dorchester(s), Roxbury, South Boston, etc.} as well sections of town typically addressed simply as Boston + ZIP + 4. The North End is one of the latter.

Long ago in the 1630s English Puritans first settled the North End. After several demographic shifts, by the early twentieth century the community housed a predominantly Jewish population, and later became primarily Italian, mostly from Southern Italy and Sicily. To cite the infinitely reliable wikipedia, "approximately one-third of the North End's current residents are Italians or Italian Americans. The remainder are young professionals {yuppies}, college students, empty-nesters, business owners, and other families. The politics of the neighborhood are still dominated by Italian Americans."

Not as long ago as the 17th century, but back in the 20th, I lived in the North End. Memories include walking downtown to work; walking over to the now defunct Boston Garden for Celtics home games; driving a short piece up the north shore to the beach. Recalling time spent tanning and listening to music {remember boom boxes, ghetto blasters, ghetto boxes, or whatever your vernacular may have been"} "Up On The Roof" of my apartment building makes me too nostalgic! Christ Church in the City of Boston or Old North Church of Paul Revere Fame is at the end of the Prado where a sculpture of Revere on his horse remains a tourist attraction. What else about the North End? I mentioned Italian and that meant enticing smells of savory Mediterranean cuisine wafting by as you simply strolled down the streets. And then, Italian pastries. Cannoli, of course; and my favorite, vanilla- and citrus-seasoned ricotta pizza dolce – sweet pie – an Easter dinner essential.

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Winds of Heaven • Stuff of Earth

Winds of Heaven Stuff of Earth book coverWinds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth: Spiritual Conversations Inspired by the Life and Lyrics of Rich Mullins by Andrew Greer and Randy Cox on Amazon

In Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth you'll find a treasure-trove of memories, information, and testimonies to God's pervasive presence and everlasting faithfulness. Andrew Greer provides an ongoing narrative punctuated by reflections from musicians, publicists, producers, band buddies, friends and others who either knew the (sadly too early deceased) singer, songwriter, troubadour, and creation-lover Rich Mullins. Most of us have heard some stories from relatives, friends, or neighbors so frequently that even though the events happened long in the past or the characters died decades ago, the dynamism of the raconteur has brought them alive to the listener. In fact, that's how the canon of scripture began as an oral tradition before it became a written one. Drawing upon that tradition, the book also includes contributions from people who'd interacted with those who'd met him face to face so they'd developed their own sense of Rich's life and persona.

"Rich's imagination was so saturated by biblical narratives ... Yes, he longed for the winds of heaven, but he also ached for the redemption and restoration of the stuff of earth, and he had the courage to let some of Christ's passion for the world infuse his own." Page 175, from Chapter 34, "The Bittersweet Longing," by Carolyn Arends

I discovered Rich and his music when a friend linked me to "Help me, Jesus." The World as Best I Remember It was my first Rich Mullins album; "Calling Out Your Name" the cut that grabbed me so I couldn't leave it: "Where the sacred rivers meet // Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the Plains // I feel thunder in the sky // I see the sky about to rain // And I hear the prairies calling out Your name." The Revised Common Lectionary appoints Psalms 96, 98, and 148 for Christmas, the celebration of God's incarnation on earth in a body made from the stuff of earth. Fields rejoice, oceans roar, trees sing, sea monsters, fire and fruit trees, wild and domestic animals all praise God because God in our midst means the end of pollution and decay, the beginning of the new creation, the dawn of humanity reclaiming its divine image. Martin Luther described the divine presence as "in, with, and under" all creation; in his closeness to Creator and creation, Rich heard the prairies praise. How about us?

"Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth" celebrates Jesus Christ, the power of the Holy Spirit of Life, and the promises of God the Father throughout—though it's not exactly a devotional book. But reading the short entries in order or at random still could enhance anyone's devotional life; it's not too much to claim it has a place alongside any collection or single volume of lives of the saints. As much as we can learn from the people of God in centuries past (shoutout to this year 2017 being #Reformation500 / #Luther500 and our ongoing awareness of ways God used both passions and imperfections of Martin Luther and other reformers, and more recent Jesus followers like Saint Teresa of Kolkata), Rich Mullins' inner struggles, his contributions to the world of music, the world of the church, and society in general bear pondering and at their best, are worth imitating.

I've had the privilege of being on the launch team for Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth; I'm excited to start wearing my t-shirt and finding even more fans for Rich!

my amazon review: Remembering Rich Mullins

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

#Write31Days 11 • San Diego County

VBS 2013 leaving on Friday VBS 2013 Friday cupcake snacks VBS 2013 towels on Friday

Filling in the blanks on my perfunctory San Diego County post from last night.

You don't need to listen to many weather forecasts to realize San Diego County has four micro-climates: coast, inland valleys, mountains, and desert. Depending on the moment in time, the City of San Diego {also known as "Previous City" in this blog} has either the seventh or the eighth largest population in the USA. San Diego overall has a true multiple mystique that includes small town – almost hick town – sensibility, border town awareness, shadow of the huge city up north inferiority, all the while plainly recognizing itself as a surfers delight, as that place where "I plan to keep this job only until surf's up again, so why bother to do it well?"

With its oversight of air, land, and sea, the Unified Port of San Diego meant 1–flying out of and into Lindbergh Field to and from Tucson more times than I can count. It sometimes lead to 2–walking across the international border for a day of bargaining, purchasing, and savory comida local because I had papers. For several years it meant driving to the international border for posada sin frontera that provided temporary respite, a short-term home for the Holy Family on their way to Bethlehem; symbolically posada sin frontera also announced solidarity with and sanctuary for all strangers, sojourners, or travelers, documented or not. I've already written about the 3–place of ships or Embarcadero in this series.

The Pacific coast of San Diego is a place of wild imaginings because you know it stretches further than anyone possibly could see. Ocean Pacific is where you can't help but "still feel small when you stand beside the ocean" as Mark Sanders' and Tia Sillers' "I Hope You Dance" implores. The far-reaching expanse of San Diego County included concerts in North County, seasonal excursions to Julian to enjoy snow, apples, hiking, day-long and weekend retreats. San Diego County was Thanksgiving Day Dinner with neighbors and friends, with their neighbors and friends.

The San Diego County Fair (formerly Del Mar Fair) became the place where I received multiple awards for my art and design, including a Best in Show and two Best in Class. {I'll photograph my ribbons and rosettes and add them to this post when I retrieve them from storage.} San Diego County meant acceptance into juried art shows and several other presentations of my own design. University City in San Diego County award me a prize for Street Banner contest entry; you know I loved seeing my banners all over that section of town! That was a few years ago, so I imagine all the banners from that year have faded enough they no longer use them.

San Diego County was a place where several churches welcomed me to various ministries. That's a long one I won't even attempt to blog... When this series concludes I'll take some time to illustrate my post more generously, but for now my three header photos are from Vacation Bible School 2013 at Church Around the Corner. The open, casual welcome from pastors and people finally gave me confidence to leave a place that had offered me growth and change, yet at the same time helped me admit I needed more. During fall, winter, and spring I was part of the prepare and serve crew for Thursday evening family dinners; bible study followed, and I got to facilitate whenever senior pastor was out of town. Three summers in a row I taught Vacation Bible School at Church Around the Corner.

That's my summary of San Diego County highlights; stay tuned for City of San Diego.

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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

#Write31Days 10 • West Virginia

Home Away From Home

by guest blogger Laura Ruetz

High Trail Falls West Virginia
High Trail Falls West Virginia
High Trail Falls, West Virginia

Three Autumn Views of High Falls Trail, West Virginia

When Leah asked me to guest blog on the importance of place, she suggested that I might want to write about West Virginia. Why? Because I talk about it so fondly and she knows that while it is not where I live, or have ever lived, it is a place that is important to me.

I was born and raised in sunny Southern California by the beach. While I've moved out of state twice, I always come back home to the coast. However, from the age of around six to about fifteen, my grandmother and I would spend several weeks every summer in West Virginia visiting family.

Over the years, it felt like a home away from home. I looked forward to every visit back. West Virginia has a special place in my heart, not only because of how beautiful it is, but because of how it makes me feel when there with my family. As an adult, I was able to go back with my mom a few times, but our last visit was 2006. Each time, it was like going back home. It was like a balm to the soul, going back there.

There is a huge difference from the suburbs of Southern California and West Virginia. Out by the beach, we have citrus trees and palm trees. We get the occasional tree that loses leaves in the fall, but for the most part, things stay green (depending on the drought of course). Planned parks and national forests are about the only undeveloped areas along the coast. We are a region of development and concrete but yet in less than two hours I could be in the mountains of California with their tall pine trees or among the skyscrapers and concrete of Los Angeles.

Going to West Virginia in the summer is like going to another world. It is lush and green and the air is fresh. You will find gentle hills with pastures, large lawns, streams, lakes and ponds all interspaced with the beautiful trees that are everywhere. I think every place has beauty, from the beach to the deserts but West Virginia is breathtakingly beautiful.

While I spent my summers in the lush greenness of summer; it was fall when I visited as an adult one year. The fall colors, while I've always thought pretty in photos, are hard to put into words when you see it. As somebody who grew up with palms and citrus, fall was always something that happened in other places, not at home. The depth and variety of colors of the fall are striking and photos can't even do it justice. I was wholly captivated.

You do not realize how noisy living in a city is until you are no longer in that environment. The constant noise of cars fades to a distant memory. My great Aunt lives at the top of a hill. There is a pasture to one side and the forest is behind the house. It is serene and deer are often seen in the morning and in the evening. I remember being absolutely captivated by fireflies and to this day feel that they are magical in some way.

At home, I get excited if I see a possum, that and the occasional squirrel is the extent of our wildlife other than birds. Wildlife is abundant and I never ceased to be excited at every creature I would spot; except for the spiders.

I've been to many of the states in the U.S. but without a doubt, West Virginia is my favorite state. While it is the natural beauty of the state that really draws me in, it is my family that makes it my home away from home.

My family is in a small town. Everybody knows each other and smiles are freely handed out. There is a strong sense of community. If you asked me to identify the people who live on my street currently at home, I can name about six of the twenty-four families only.

No matter what the gap between visits was, going back was like going home. My great Aunt's house is the hub of all activity for the family. As an introvert with social anxiety, it felt welcoming to me, even though I was extremely shy as a kid but it just felt like home. There was always sweet tea and freshly picked produce. I even picked some of it. I have memories of picking blueberries (I probably ate as many as I picked though), potatoes, peas and green beans. I also have a few memories that involve me having a major freak out about bugs and as an adult, I can say with confidence that I would have those same freak outs now.

You do not have to live someplace for it to feel like home. You only have to have a strong connection, and that is what I have with West Virginia. Home truly has nothing to do with your current location and 100% what you feel in your heart.
Laura's capsule bio: "I'm an avid reader with an out of control to read pile (s). While I typically work a 9-5 job, writing has always been a passion. I'm owned by three cats. One of my goals is to travel to every state in the U.S."
Dolly Sods West Virginia
West Virginia Summer
Covered Bridge at Philippi

Dolly Sods Wilderness • West Virginia Summer • Covered Bridge at Philippi

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Monday, October 09, 2017

#Write31Days 09 • Plan

Nebraska Sun on Farm
"Nebraska Sun on Farm" • my interpretation of my grandparents' farm outside Lincoln

Although I've written about only seven places from my list of 43, for day 08 I'm taking an excursion and using a prompt from Five Minute Friday host Kate Motaung. Some people are using her prompts all month long for short free writes or for longer reflections; Kate also intended to offer an emergency option. In some ways I'm far from emergency mode with so many remaining topics, but as I admitted a couple days ago, I haven't been enjoying this challenge {even when I remind myself just write, don't worry about illustrations}. "You know I'm creative" (ha ha) and probably could write something reasonably meaningful about place from any prompt, but today's super auspicious word is plan.

What places do I plan to visit? Where would I maybe even plan to live?

Visit again:

• Detroit, Michigan and maybe relocate there. Detroit is becoming a model of urban revitalization and resurrection. I want to see it. I'd love to become part of it. Yes, I know, the weather.

• Washington, D.C. For classic patriotic reasons. Another day-long tourist trip around town would be fine.

• Mobile, Alabama, where I first saw the light of day. "Visit again" technically is true, but it's not as if I remember anything about being there the first time.

Experience for the first time:

• Nebraska. Where my late grandparents had a farm for a short while. It's one of the half-dozen states in the continental USA where I've never even changed planes.

• Hawai'i – is it Paradise or not?

• Alaska – the place of rugged independence where you still need to depend on everyone else. I'd ride boat or train up the coast, then fly back home.

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