Spark

How do I start a blog again? It’s been so long I forget. If you’re here and reading this, I feel like I want to be polite and greet you properly, so… hello.

Yesterday I had to sit through two meetings at work first thing in the morning. The first one started an hour earlier than I usually come in and since it’s up to me to set everything up, I had to actually arrive an hour and a half earlier than I normally do. I won’t even go in to the amount of planning and preparation it takes for me to disrupt my very detailed, very precise schedule in the morning. Yeah, it’s that much.

These meetings. Corporate. Fucking. Malarkey. I’m not sure it’s possible for any more smoke to be blown up such a room full of asses. Then again, the Presidential Debate happened last night, so I bite my (typing) tongue. Why do we live like this? I’m not going to answer that now, but I’ll get in to this question later. Ok, so… these meetings. The first one was certainly a lot of blah blah blah about things I already don’t remember and won’t work too hard to bring myself to even try. I don’t want to sound SO cynical, but I’m a glass half empty type of gal when it comes to certain things. When it comes to anything corporate related, we can just go ahead and empty that glass completely. When the second meeting was about to begin, I immediately softened a bit because one of the ladies presenting it was a little white-haired nun… the type of lady you see and wish she was your Grandma or hell at my age I guess Mom even. Haha… nooooo, I’m not THAT old. Just warm and inviting and probably a real good hugger. A whole lot of…

WAIT! OMG, DID I SAY “HELL” IN THE SAME SENTENCE THAT I’M TELLING YOU ABOUT THE NUN? Fuck, I’m sorry. Fuck, I just typed “fuck”! What is wrong with me!? I’m sorry again. I don’t know who I’m apologizing to, but from what little I do know about it all, I know they must hear me.

Ok, where was I? Oh, yes, the lovely little nun. The button nosed, pursed lips, whited haired little package of enormous proportions. Obviously filled with an endless supply of forgiveness and compassion. She was the real deal. Anyway, I softened immediately and was ready to give her my full attention. Then the other lady started talking and I was an emotional stone again, my attention swiftly flying right out the window just like all the smoke the corporate presenters from the meeting before took with them when they left. I tried hard to focus. She spoke of another one of our company’s locations, 90 acres of beauty where you can see fox and deer frolicking about amongst the lush greenery. Did I mention we work in the city? Look out of our windows and all you see is concrete, poverty, gang banging, shootings, drug deals… I suppose it could be beautiful in it’s own way. Survival y’all. Just in a different setting. Who am I to judge. It didn’t feel right though… her standing there with her airy talk about all the things so lovely.

More blah blah blah and then my Grandma, I mean the nun started talking. I listened. Finally someone who spoke in a real way about real things. I won’t go into all of what she said, but I’ll touch instead on what I took from it. In a nutshell, the topic was the “Spark” we all have inside of us. This is what brings me back to my question from earlier, “Why do we live like this?” I should rephrase, “Why do I live like this?” I don’t live a bad life. I live an amazing life actually. I’m sure even my nun would review my life and consider me to be very blessed. Internally though, I’ve buried my “Spark” in everything around me that has made my life so blessed. This is where things will get confusing and if I haven’t lost you already, I’m sure I will. I can’t even guarantee that I’ll be able to follow what I’m saying.

I spent a good 10 minutes just sitting here staring at the screen trying to figure out how to put into words what I want to say now, BUT my blessed life is calling. That about sums it up.

Quiet Spell

I’m sitting here on my bed, finally typing to you on my Lenovo S10-3t.  It took about 20 minutes for this machine to turn on, load up, open the internet, sign in to WordPress and allow me to begin this post.  In that time a million things, important things, meaningful things, that I had to say came and went.  That’s what’s funny about those thoughtful things…sometimes they leave as quickly as they come.

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We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.
-Santosh Kalwar

I haven’t had a lot to come here and say, but in my silence…EVERYTHING has been magnified.  I’m patiently waiting for the spark, the focus, the bravery to come and bring this blog back to life.  I’m finally awake again though.  Looking down the long dark tunnel of my brain into the tiny beacon of light and love that I know awaits me at the end.

Quieting the influence of my ego and my fears; basking in the refreshed reality to bring to you everything that I actually am…

Love,

Megs

Acadia – Thursday, July 2

Just a quick hello. We’re spending the majority of our day today in Bar Harbor. We hiked along the coast a bit and then had lunch at Cherrystones and then went for ice cream (I forget the name of the place). Now we’re sitting on the hill at Agamont Park waiting for our whale watching tour to begin while the kids skip rocks in the Harbor. All pretty delightful stuff. 🙂

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Agamont Park, Bar Harbor

I want to have my dogs brought here and never leave.

Love,

Megs

Acadia Update

Well, it’s been longer than I expected before I could post. We have no service in the park and in our campground and my phone’s been dead most of the time anyway. Sorry for it being so long, but it was blissfully out of my control. 🙂

We’re having an amazing time so far!!! This will be a brief post because I’m only taking advantage of a little drive we’re taking. We did a little two mile hike before the rain kicked in and now we’re headed to our official coffee spot in Bar Harbor called The Independent. We’re taking the long way around because Aiden fell asleep, so we firgured we’d give him more time for his power nap.

We’ve been hiking and biking (Alex is officially on two wheels and a professional!!!) a lot. A LOT lot. We had a beach day, have eaten some fresh lobster, had a hot showers last night, played Monopoly in our tent while it rained one day…and so much more! Those are just highlights I thought of now.

Here are a couple pics…

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Sand Beach - Acadia National Park

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Cadillac Mountain Sunset

Everything has been great and I foresee it continuing as such. I’ll leave my phone to charge up some now and come back to give you more details as soon as I can.

Love,

Megs

Acadia 2015

While I just decided that I’m shutting my online down, I can’t help but think about how it will be fun to share our camping experience to a few folks who I know will enjoy staying “in-the-know” (Dad and Joyce!). Therefore, I’ve decided to include what I can while we’re away here in my blog. I really don’t know how much access I’ll have to the internet while in the woods up North, but I’ll do my best.

Looking forward to a whole lot of nothing while camping out, meaning no schedules, no work, no clocks, no worries, no (ok, very little) electronics…etc.

We leave tomorrow at 9pm for an early Saturday morning arrival at our campground in Acadia National Park.

See you in the woods!

Love,

Megs

I Saw You Today

To the stranger I saw today,

I didn’t just notice the new Mustang you sat in that was parked off to the side at the Supreme Food Market in Trenton. I saw you.
I didn’t just notice the man you were with who looked old enough to be your father, yet there didn’t seem to be any actual family resemblance. I saw you.
I didn’t just notice that you were so high you couldn’t lift your head or open your eyes. I saw you.
I didn’t just notice the marks on your arms. I saw you.
I didn’t just notice your sunglasses were crooked and falling off your face while you sat there slumped in your seat. I saw you.

It’s clear you don’t see yourself anymore because your blinded by whatever substance you’re obsessed with getting into your body at the moment, but I just wanted to let you know that even though you don’t know me and I don’t know you… I saw you. I selfishly wish you saw me too.

With my eyes and my heart wide open,

Megs