It was three-plus hours of cardio, that made my heart pump and sing.
All week, at every instance, as I walked through the city, through the train cars, over the river and anywhere outside I made eye contact with lots of strangers.
Of course, there are a few things missing, from turning on the radio to peeing and trips out to the trash, but that is pretty close to what I expected and intended my Saturday to be.
When Bridget and I talk about conflict and how to resolve it, I regularly come back to the mantra of “do everything with kindness”. Positioning ourselves from the corner of kindness, rights our intention.
My favorite story which makes me believe in fate is from January 1942 at St. Bernard’s Hospital. Patricia Craven and Dorothy Burns shared a room in the maternity ward. Patricia gave birth to Pasty, and Dorothy gave birth to Marie. The mothers would meet again 27 years later when Patricia’s son, Jerry, married Marie.