A Red Corvette & A Cartwheel

hI know you want to hear about the corvette, and maybe if anyone saw my undewear when I did the cartwheel (they didn't, so you can stop fretting about that,) but first I want to tell you a brief list of things I've done this summer:

1. A cartwheel. In a the garden of a nearby park. I lied. A butterfly saw. Possibly a bee. And all the trees noticed but pretended not to glance down. The sun just shone and didn't care. The sun is always light about such things.

2. Luxury coffee. Homemade lattes with maca and other adaptogenic herbs. Sweet, sugary, spicy lattes from the coffee shop nearby just down the way where they witchy lady ensures Hogwarts always has enough chocolate frogs and the employees ask you deep questions like, "What is freedom to you?" in the outdoor pavilion. Various herbal coffees blended with coconut cream and a touch of cardomom. Four Sigmatic coffee sipped in a brand new cappuccino mug on the step overlooking a fairy garden while reading the Gene Keys or I Hope I Screw this up by Kyle Cease.

3. Smell the roses. I bought a cute and affordable white cafe table and my husband set it up by our roses bushes. On more than one occasion we sat out there and watched the neighborhood go by and enjoyed one anothers company. And when he went off to work or to quietly decompress with a book or be rambunctious with our dogs and kids, I smelled the roses and spoke to them, telling them how beautiful they are!  I fended off the beatles for longer than usual, although they eventually came. And after the final bloom, I resigned myself that would be the end of it for the season. And then one day, I had just declared that everything within me and incoming to me is a gift, and when I looked up suddenly I saw it as if they hadn't been growing and budding all along: several new growths had sprouted fully blossoming white roses out of thin air...in the secret blanket creating by my previous lack of presence and attention or a miracle or both. I'll go with both, thank you.

4.  I watched the boys that live within eyeshot growing up to be compassionate humans beings, all with involved, wonderful dads and involved, great moms. I watched, for example,  a big brother care so attentively for his tiny sibling, and help the small toddler ride around on a scooter like a champ. I watched a whole family, including two boys say goodbye to their beloved cat, seated in a circle surrounding the 20 year-old feline with love. With my own son, I invented a game called "Floor ski" using those silvery cold bags Whole Foods uses to deliver frozen items or ones that need to be kept cool. With his feet on the large silver bag,  took his hands and and gently yet exuberantly pulled him around the entire downstairs. I watched my husband and kids all develop their own unique, wonderful dynamics. I watched us grow as a family to find new ways to connect with our long distance immediate family member, who now resides outside Boston with her East Coast family. We grew in letting go of expectations, expanding our way of being a family and getting creative, like playing madlibs on the phone, charades on skype, chess simuls on all our various devices, all the way down to a long distance birthday party, complete with air feeding her cake and her pretending to chew it.

I could go on, of course. Instead, let me come to what I've promised, although don't blame me for delaying; I did tell you about the cartweel right away: So there is a convertible and I think it's a corvette and the truth is I'm not really sure. I probably should have disclosed earlier that I'm not entirely 100% certain it's a corvette, but the thing is, it alliterates so nicely with cartweel and I've come to think of it as a corvette and in reality it doesn't matter because you think corvette and you almost for sure think "sports car." When you know it's a convertible...well, you're hopefully picturing something like what I saw. And then add a vibrant and wholesome looking woman in the range of forty forty to fifty two, see her in the driver's seat finishing a conversation with some kids across the street and then there is me. I would be dancing on this particular strip of street but I misplaced by headphones and a day later my phone passed away. We won't know the causes without an autopsy but they are calling is Corona Virus because it had a fever and it made some noises that were believed to be signs of respiratory distress, so it was suspected, and therefore the imaginary morgue for phones decided to call it that. Who knows. So without my phone or headset I just marched out into the light of a beautiful day, technology free. And I called out to the lady in the red convertible that is possibly a corvette, "you must have so much fun driving around in that thing!" She said, "Yes I do! I I grinned back and said "Absolutely! You must get so much joy out of it! That is AWESOME." She smiled broadly and said "It's how I keep my vibe high in these times! We got to, right?" "Definitely!" I said. "You keep grooving out with your fab car and I'll dance down the street and between us, we're gonna raise the vibe all the way up!" We both smiled big, bold and beautiful shining our light and cheering one another on as empowered women who love to have fun and raise the vibe!