Weekend Wanderer

Dreaming with Your Eyes Open

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

~T. E. Lawrence

I was in the car when I first heard this. It stilled me.

It was like a pale winter sunset – captivating in a way that freezes you in time, where the clouds turn watercolor over the barren landscape. I was simply…still.

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What have I been dreaming about in my waking hours? Not much, I’m afraid. My eyes were opened.
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Seeking: Rocky Statue. Finding: A Real Man.

I honestly didn’t think I was asking for a lot.

I had very few goals regarding Philly: Liberty Bell, Cheesesteaks, Rocky Statue. Who knew that it would be so difficult to check off that last thing?

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Battling Cheese Steaks, Philadelphia

Can you find a bad cheese steak in Philly?

Unfortunately, it’s true.

Here’s the situation. It was 4:00PM, and after an hour of traffic (in which we moved 3 blocks), we were so ready for a reward. 

God bless my poor father for fighting through the savages on the road just to make sure he fulfilled my goals of getting a cheese steak (and seeing the Liberty Bell) while in Philly.

We finally made it to the heart of Philadelphia. It was crowded and dirty, but so full of life. I feel that about every city I visit, that it has a personality all its own, which I’ll describe more later. For now, let’s get to the meat of the story.
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Happy 100 to the Happy Hipsters in Madison


It’s my 100th post!

I dedicate this post to my sister and brother-in-law (Happy Anniversary Booths!), who have harbored me more times than I can count.
Settle in for a completely chill visit to Mad-town – the 100th post deserves a little extra real estate:

Currently, I’m sitting in the gentle breeze of a ceiling fan, with a cup of pour over coffee and acoustic music ministering to my weary soul. It’s heaven.

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I’m at the Booths. I am content.

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Secluded Saturday…and Sunday

4PM, Sunday.

Silence reigns, and it is golden. It’s not completely silent, but ambient noises like Clair De Lune on the radio hardly count as an intrusion.

My window is thrown open wide to catch the fragrance of fresh cut grass in the rain. It’s as if each breeze is transporting me to place of happy nostalgia that makes my chest ache.

The rain is getting stronger, making my coffee warmer and my dreams closer.

This rain brings back strong and happy memories of Ireland, my soul’s home. I long to stay in the peace of this moment forever. In the cleansing rain and expansive quiet where I finally have time to think, to capture that deep peace that eludes me throughout a busy week.

How often I long for more days like today, like yesterday, when the knot of stress squeezing my heart was broken in the soft, undemanding quiet.

My phone was completely gone, and the world continued to spin. 

I was gloriously unconnected, and at peace. It’s days like this that remind me of the truths of life. God hasn’t forgotten me, I’ve just not taken time to stop my busy life for a listen. When I did, I experienced peace like I haven’t felt for weeks.

My heart, now reminded of the truth, unfurled, loosed of its bonds of care. I felt all at once melted and rested, overwhelmed with the goodness of God. You see, He isn’t in the loud moments that take up most of our attention.

He is in the quiet moments that are hard to find, the moments that minister to a weary soul. 

Reader, I know I’ve been inconsistent these last few months with posting, and I can’t promise anything different for the future. Today is different, and I needed to share with you.

It’s not at all travel related, but in a sense, my soul has travelled to the heights of God’s love for me in a world that is too busy to care.

And that, my friends, has made all the difference.

Until next time,


Retirement Living, in Phoenix

May is over.

So is June.

Do you know what that means?

I’m supposed to have gone somewhere glamorous from my “Monday’s Mumbles” post by now!

London was the plan, but as so often happens, plans changed. I stayed in the states, but still had a blissfully relaxing adventure. 🙂

In the mean time (drumroll please), I moved up in my company to a new position! As you can tell, it consumes much of my time as I learn both in and out of the office. Hence the silence over here on the blog. 

This is my last post about Phoenix, and then you will find out where I ended up over Memorial Day weekend!

Meanwhile in Phoenix:


Relaxation Station

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No, I did not just sneeze. 

This is the name of one of my favorite places on my trip to Phoenix (pronounced Tah-lockey Pockey).

It was an eclectic mish-mash of artsy shops that seemed to organically grow into their own village, set apart from the real world.

The giggle inducing entrance! It definitely piqued my interest!

The giggle inducing entrance! It definitely piqued my interest!

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