Ok people - I am just going to do it! Maybe I am a little wacky - a dreamer - or just flat out effing nuts but I am going to move forward with what I've been dreaming about doing for more years than anyone knows. I am hitting the road with my project - flying by the seat of my pants and letting it take me wherever it lands. The Universe is in control - it will evolve however it is meant to be.
The stories are out there...
Inspiring survivors...
Organizations working against many road blocks...
I know this is a fact and those stories need to be heard..
They exist in every demographic...rural, urban and suburban..
Perhaps I watched too much of Charles Kuralt and On the Road when I was a kid - but ever since then I've been wanting to do something like this. Back before I found healing I just wanted to hit the road and share the stories of average people...now, pretty much the same thing but showing how survivors on the healing path provide much more to our communities than any of us realize.
I start it this coming week!
I am keeping it within a 100 mile radius so that 1: I take care of my health and not push myself too hard, especially at the onset 2: If I break down somewhere, perhaps I can be rescued, LOL. 3: I am flat busted broke and gas will be hard enough to rummage.
Maybe this will turn into something...
Maybe it wont...
But the day I take my final breath I will know I tried... no regrets.
If you are interested in helping to fund this adventure I would be more than grateful. I still need to upgrade some of my tech but for this I can use my phone for recording. Gas and incidentals ..including car maintenance are going to be a need. Also, a TON of COFFEE because the reporter still in me exists on it!
If you'd like to donate you can follow the link to my paypal!
paypal.me/evamarie1967
Sipping my morning coffee I sit on my bed looking out almost century old windows and into the backyards of my neighbors. This morning was no different. The sky is grey and there is a slight chill in the air, reminding me that outside that glass is another world filled with life and adventure, stories to tell and lessons to be learned...knowledge to be gained. In other words, hope. That sentiment brings back the emotions I felt as a little girl. Then, I sat on my bed looking out the massive Victorian era windows of the 3rd floor apartment we called home. It was in the mid 70s -Evanston, Illinois. I loved being able to see into the green of the trees that lined our street. Between the leaves and branches was another world playing out before my eyes. The birds, the squirrels and sometimes even a stray cat - they lived out a day in their life without ever knowing they had an audience taking in their story. I would spend a lot of time watching them and getting to know their personalit
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