Welcome All. I hope this message finds you full with good health, safety, love and light today…
I am well. Though, it has been another few unusual and tense weeks. There is civil stress, both locally, and throughout the nation. And there is Covid. It hasn’t gone anywhere. As with everyone else, it’s just one day at a time.
God, please bless, heal, and keep us in your hands.
As some of you readers are already aware, being revelers, vendors, and employees at Bristol, the Bristol Renaissance Faire (and my book shop The Quill and Brush) will remain closed for the 2020 season. It was announced earlier this week. In my view, it was most certainly the right decision, for the health of all…
Of course, there is disappointment in it, for many. Bristol is a beautiful, magical outlet. The festival (and all of the hundreds of other canceled events around the nation) are also basic income, for thousands. As I packed my costumes away yesterday, and simply sat with all that has happened these last months, this closure was harder to swallow than I’d anticipated.
My Mom mailed me masks, which she made, and which I make use of every day. I am thankful. My Dad mails me books, which in reading, have been a recent escape. I am thankful. I am thankful to have family that think of me. It is a reminder to pay it forward, with small gestures that uplift others, when I have the opportunity…
Yet today, I want to share something personal that happened this week. For whatever reason, I normally wouldn’t. I try after all, to keep things light here on Inspired By Venice. But I feel compelled. Perhaps because what I am going to say, may be important to even one reader here, someday, somehow. God works in mysterious ways…
A man pulled up on the side of the road, as I was walking with my groceries on the sidewalk, a few evenings ago. He offered me a ride home in his car. A stranger. I said no. He encouraged. I said no.
I need not offer more detail on the happening, but this…
It quickened my heart, the way a deer must feel when it knows it needs to run the other direction. I watched nervously when the car drove away, until I could not see it anymore, and then I wove through an alleyway home, to be sure I wasn’t being watched for where I lived.
This is not the first time. And maybe it won’t be the last. I’ve a few stories that will turn the hairs up on your neck. Was this individual a bad person with bad intentions? I don’t know. But what I know is, a stranger has no business offering me a ride in their car.
I shared this to say, when your instinct alerts you, listen. This may apply, in many other ways, than this. But if your gut is telling you something, listen. And carry yourself, the other direction.
Have I mentioned I’m eating Chuckles for stress management?
Love one another, lift one another. Love and take care of yourself.
First, I’m glad that you didn’t take that ride. Enough said.
Second, you were the first person I thought of when I’d heard that Bristol had been cancelled. I was of the mind that it wouldn’t go back in late March, since so many of the people who work there come from the local colleges (mostly from their drama departments), and when the schools closed back then, it was pretty much a done deal. Sad, too, because I really love Bristol! The best way to look at it is that this lull is the perfect opportunity to make things better next year, right? 😀
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You are absolutely right, friend! And I am certainly going to take the summer to enjoy the outdoor season! I hope you do too! Maybe you could cook one of those historic recipes outside! Is there anything that smells better than a campfire? Best wishes to you!
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