Sunday, September 4

the mindy project

Dear Mindy, 

It occurred to me that this idea of mine* might be like that houseguest you are quite delighted to see when they first arrive but then, after three days, you kind of dread coming down the stairs to see they are still. here. gah. Hmmm. 

Such is the consequence of impulsive actions.

This morning I got up at 5am and slipped out of my sister's house and onto the road while it was still dark. 

The drive from Providence to her home a week earlier had been slammed with traffic and turned the 5 hour drive into a nearly 8 hour crawl so I was super happy to be greeted by both open roads and open skies and sailed home in a record 4 hours.

It feels super good to be home. Pups and I have sat, snoozed, walked and are about to go for one last stroll around the hood once I post this note to you.

path to the river, Seven Oaks
sweet shed, Seven Oaks
Yesterday's visit with my folks was really good -- I think you know they just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary in June which is kind of remarkable. And, though they are 87 and 89 -- both have retained clear minds, strong memories and the ability to sit and chat. This is really a gift; their bodies might be failing them, but their presence is unshaken.

I am particularly grateful for the beautiful afternoon we had together as earlier today my mom was taken to the hospital for what the doctors believe is a blood clot in her leg. They have both been in and out of the hospital frequently over the past three years which, you can imagine, sucks.

some of the amazing women I spent the week with
So if I sound kind of choppy and spacey then you are picking up my vibe correctly. I am feeling all sorts of discombobulated. Plus, I have so much sweet magic to integrate from last week of all the connections, moments and people that I experienced.

And so, off I go to do what I always do when I need to center and ground: head off with the pups for a good long walk.

Meantime, instead of music today-- I can offer The Rosie Project on audible which is what I listened to all the way down to VA and then, again, all the way home as I loved it. LOVED it. I found it soothing (and very entertaining). 

More soonest, Elizabeth

*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :) 


  1. haha! I love your impulse.... always more love, more joy! no matter where it takes you this month, know that I feel every morsel of your gracious intent in that moment. truly. you are off the hook in every way.

    How sweet you could zip right home! I love thinking of you reunited with your fur babies in your cozy nest. Especially after that unexpected bit with your mom - ugh, getting old is not for the faint of heart. Channeling ease and the most soft and gentle re-entry. xoxoxo

  2. There is nothing better than no traffic, when you're expecting traffic. And a record at that! Yay! I am sorry to hear about your mom. I hope they were able to figure out a quick and painless treatment, and that she is okay now. Aging parents--that does suck, as you know, I know. It is such a blessing that both of your parents have their wits. That is something to be grateful for. I know I am so grateful that my mom still has her wits about her.

    Sending love your way...xoxoxo


thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me-- I love that you stopped by and hope something I shared was what you needed today. xo, e