First stop: Canceled until later date
Second stop: Canceled!

This couldn't have come at a better time!

First stop: Minneapolis
Second stop: Chicago

This couldn't have come at a better time.

Uganda

In June comes the day that I have been preparing for for under a year now.
On the 14th of that month I will be traveling from Minneapolis to Chicago, Chicago to Brussles, and then finally on the 15th I will be arriving in Entebbe, Uganda. I will then be transferred to Lake Bunyonyi (right above the boarder of Rwanda and Tanzania) where I will be working with African children, teaching them Art and English. I will be staying in huts, and Uganda will be my home.

When you realize your potential in this life, other matters effect you less. So all you broken hearted, or just plain broke fools, I say to you to quit your pain and your paying and start to recognize all of the other incredible opportunities that can come so easily to you.

Perhaps this is the start?
Or maybe it's just a phase.
But I have never been as restless as I am now.
Things will happen.
I will take myself away and to that place
that I dreamed of with a head full of smoke.
Oh, but it was clear.
I was made to travel and to experience.
There is no comfort with this restlessness.

canyoufeeltheknife

Oh the days.
My house is big and my little body doesn't need it all.
But my tea does, and the sounds from my record player do as well.
They fill it warm and settle the dust in the air so that I drift and feel comfortable.

I think about being a grandma.
And still always about adventures.

Do you need some toilet paper? How about some towels?

A Trait

I feel as if I should have a trait- like smoking over an empty book not yet written in. I'd be alone in a brown colored room, thinking, and lost in those thoughts. Not a word would get written, but my story would have already been created. This would only be a taste of my tragic and romantic existence, for you see, I am a romantic, and there's nothing more alluring than a tragedy.

This building is tired of me, and I am tired of it.
Soon there is a Neverland with my Lost Boys. and there will be music to listen to and paintings to play. to touch and to feel the cold winter of the north will warm into a golden spring of a new duluth year. it will be new, the snow will have been blank, but soon there are our footprints and fairy dust to see. Whipppeeee!