Hyannis, Massachusetts

Our little villa was a sweet place to wake up in!  Having arrived in the dark of night, we crawled through the twists and turns of the cobblestoned alleys.  We ran inside, up and down the stairs, and Katherina exclaimed that it felt a little like Christmas morning.  For never having been able to share a Christmas morning with THIS cousin, it felt pretty invigorating.  We threw our bags inside and crawled to the ocean.  The rhythmic crashing of the waves felt ancestral, being so close to Plymouth, Massachusetts where our Pilgrim family landed in 1620.

The rain that greeted us in the morning told us that our day at the beach would have to wait, but luckily Mia had already researched what our rainy day expedition should be… a trip into Hyannis and the John F. Kennedy museum  (http://jfkhyannismuseum.org).  It was just a bonus that the Kennedy Museum was connected to the Cape Cod Hall of Fame Baseball Museum (http://v2.capecodbaseball.org).  I have always been fascinated by the Kennedy Family, and my love for baseball is… well, it is legendary!

I am so glad that I had a chance to go to this museum.  So often we think, maybe just I think … that the Kennedys are like royalty in a lot of ways, but what I took away from this experience is that they are regular people with big dreams inspired by this beautiful place.  “The sea and shores of Hyannis Port inspired our 35th President like no other place on earth.”  I looked at all of these pictures of the Kennedys out on the water and having family celebrations.   

Places do inspire us, don’t they?  So many writers are associated with the places where they live and write because the settings of their novels become like another character in the story.  I feel that way when I am at Miles Pond.  When I am at the Pond, I always want to share it with others.  I always think about how it would be a great place for a retreat center or a Boy Scout camp.   

When we visit these inspirational places, we want to be out in them, and my next favorite part of this outing had to be when we picnicked in the rain out of the back of the car.  I guess we do this in Scouts all the time, but this repast felt extraordinary and special.    I discovered the American Dream, a powerful igniter of ambition for the past generation, all over again in downtown Hyannis this day through the eyes of my Swedish cousins.  It’s okay to dream… Mark Twain once said, "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

Wrentham, Massachusetts, Nashua, New Hampshire and The Cape of Cod

Even though the luggage had arrived, Katherina and Mia were itching to do some shopping and since the Merrimack Outlets didn’t open for another week, we needed to head down to the Wrentham Outlets in order to meet all of their shopping needs.  “Buy more save more…”  echoed from the trees surrounding the complex that bragged 170 stores (http://www.premiumoutlets.com/outlets/outlet.asp?id=10), and after getting them settled into their schedule for the day, I vowed to return later that night.   

I, in the mean time would drive to Nashua, New Hampshire where there was a going away party for my former principal, Chuck Healey.  Chuck and I worked together for 7 years back in the 90’s when my dreams and our ministry were young, and I tried to stay in touch with my Fairgrounds friends through the years.  Chuck had accepted a job as principal in Worcester, MA and as I made my way back to Nashua all of the experiences that we shared over the 7 years came flooding back.  All of the students we served and teachers we collaborated with… my head thumped to remember them all.  We dealt with so much on a daily basis there.  When I think back on that time, sometimes we experienced the nightmarish realities of some of the darkest parts of people’s lives, but we worked hard through the night to bring our students a better day. 

At the reception, Chuck spoke sincerely about his dream that our school would be a community center.  Putting a laundry facility at the school would have pulled the families more into the school and helped them to invest in their children’s educational experiences.  The Laundry Mat never happened, but apparently a food pantry did.  The faculty and staff presented Chuck with a new sign to the food pantry that read, “The Chuck Healey Food Pantry.”  Once we can help students and their families meet their basic needs, then they can dream another dream.  The Chuck Healey Food Pantry will help our FES students to dream their dreams, one bag of groceries at a time.

When I returned to the Outlets, Mia and Katherina were still going strong.  Although they didn’t achieve their goal of making it to each store, their tired and happy arms carried all of the packages to our awaiting van.  This day was not done though.  Now, we would drive to New Seabury  (http://www.newseabury.com/) in Mashpee, Massachusetts on Cape Cod.  Sweet dreams…

Boston, Massachusetts

The Innkeeper in Woburn was named Mary Ellen, and she was a dream shaper from the start.  Even upon check in, she eagerly solicited the dreams we had for our stay.  Clearly, her job is to make sure that our stay was everything we had dreamed it would be, but she became our partner in planning, and she knew Boston.  After a few phone calls, we were not only booked on our tour of Boston that would last an entire day and encompass at least a dozen of Boston’s historical sites, but we would actually drop off the tour at the end and spend the evening in Boston.  At the end of the night, we would call Mary Ellen’s friend Yessur to come and get us and drive us home.  What more could we ask for?  Absolutely nothing, well except their luggage, and just as we were walking out of the hotel to wait for our Boston Bus Tour, in walked Katherina and Mia’s luggage with one of Boston’s finest…taxi drivers.  Amen!

Here was our tour (from the brochure):

*”Visit the Charlestown Navy Yard where Old Ironsides (USS CONSTITUTION) and the WWII DESTROYER USS Cassin Young are berthed (http://www.history.navy.mil/ussconstitution)

*Bunker Hill Monument (www.nps.gov/bost/historyculture/bhm.htm)

*Old North Church (www.oldnorth.com) and Copps Hill Burial Ground (www.thefreedomtrail.org/visitor/copp-hill.html)

*Visit Faneuil Hall and Quincy Marketplace (http://www.faneuilhallmarketplace.com)

*Paul Revere’s House near the Boston Massacre Site and the Old State House (http://www.paulreverehouse.org/trail/..%5Cindex.html)

*King’s Chapel (http://www.kings-chapel.org)

*State House (http://www.cityofboston.gov/freedomtrail/massachusettshouse.asp)

*Passed by the “Cheers” bar (http://www.cheersboston.com)

*Harvard University (www.harvard.edu)

*Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s House (http://www.longfellowfriends.org/index.php)

Boston had so much to take in, but when the time was right, we jumped off the bus and plunged ourselves into the City.  After a little shopping on Newbury Street, we were ready for some dinner at Papa Razzi (www.paparazzitrattoria.com).  I was exhausted but my heightened senses enjoyed every morsel of food and thread of our conversation.   It was like a dream I had, but even better.  Then came Yesser…

Yesser picked us up right on time, and on our journey back to the hotel he narrated to us about his migration to America from Turkey.  His sweet and humble voice was musical as he unfolded his heart and shared the dreams for his future.  Woburn is only 8 miles from Boston, but it seemed like longer as he spoke.  When we arrived back at the hotel, saying goodbye hurt.  Yesser felt like family now.  The odyssey home took us into someone else’s dreams through the open and genuine sharing of his heart. 

First stop, Airports, places for dreams and Boston, Massachusetts…

In many ways, Boston is the perfect place to start our Dreams Tour.  Boston is a city made of Dreams.  My Boston Tour information brochure says that on their tour, we would (and we certainly did) “relive centuries of history and learn of the Puritans, revolutionaries, immigrants, presidents, Pequots and politicians”.  Lots of dreamers in that mix, and we would be no exception!  But I get ahead of myself…

After Synod Assembly and the Relay for Life, my first big summer dreamscape consisted of meeting and greeting my Cousin Katherina and her friend (and my soon to be adopted cousin) Mia who were journeying to the United States from Sweden.   Their dream was to spend some quality time with my Uncle Beau, Katherina’s Dad, see some sites and have fun!  They knew that their luggage would be missing, and it was.  And even with that, fun we had.  It all started at the airport.  

Airports are places where dreamlike reunions and homecomings take place.  They are supposed to anyway.  I think that is why I have always loved them.  Sometimes when I was growing up, we would get to choose where we would like to go out to eat on our birthdays.  Oftentimes, I would choose the Burlington International Airport (www.burlingtonintlairport.com).  How exciting it was that people were flying in from all over the world to make their dreams of family or fortunes come true!  On Sunday, June 10, 2012, I met Katherina and Mia at Logan International Airport in Boston, Massachusetts with two bouquets of flowers and some Dunkin Donuts.  Dreams are sweet after all.  After a crazy day of crisscrossed flights around Scandanavia, Katherina and Mia were ready for some food and soft beds.   

.....Sweet dreams came to us all at the Comfort Inn in Woburn!  (http://www.comfortinn.com/hotel-woburn-massachusetts-MA110)

I had a dream…

This summer has been like a dream.  When I look back at all of the things that I have done and all of the places I have gone, it feels a little unreal.  As I drive cross country, Vermont fades to the foggy background and Nebraska eases into my view.  I live two lives and sometimes my quirky existence feels like that place between being asleep and being awake, although I am never really sure what place is which.  Dreams…

It seems like every summer that I blog, I start later and later.  I guess I am so busy experiencing my summer that I am not ready to sit down and actually process it.  I trust it will always make sense in the end.  Not only does my blog allow my students to take virtual field trips with me each summer as I zigzag my way across country, it allows me to reflect on the gifts, dreams and miracles God provides for me on a daily basis… Maybe this summer, I will give you a guided field trip to my inner brain and the dreams that lurk there.  (Here's a picture of my brain on dreams from brainharmonycenter.com.)  Terrifying, I know!  Anyway, I do believe that this blog helps me to tune out all of the noisy distractions in my day and discern my call through the themes in my life.

One theme that has come back to me over and over again this year has to do with dreams… As we have discussed so many times in class, a theme is NOT a word or topic.  A theme is …what?  That’s right- In  literature a theme is a sentence that summarizes what the protagonist learns as a result of experiencing the plot.  So what have I learned about dreams throughout the plot of events from this summer?   Dreams empower us to achieve?  Dreams are a catalyst for inspiration?  As the landscape of our lives changes, so do our dreams?  Maybe it is too soon to tell…

We have lived in a lot of miraculous places in our life as a family.  Each place has honed our dreams and influenced our call.  And each time, God has called us out to deeper water.  Unlike the Sirens from ancient mythology who sought to lure sailors toward their destruction upon the rocks, God calls us to set out for deep water with Faith as our only compass and the sound of our dreams to guide us away from danger.  All aboard?  Anyone?  Anyone?