Being There & Airbnb

In bed, last Saturday night, I am feeling so much warmth and sweetness.

Downstairs, our two Airbnb rooms are full and this is a big part of what's making my own heart feel so rich:

In "The Yes Room" is a father and daughter team. They arrived in the early evening, both looking deeply tired, the kind of really good tired. The dad, a man in his 60's, explained to me that he had traveled to our area to watch his daughter (in her late 20's, I am guessing) dive. She is a diver and he is her dad, so he traveled all the way here to be with her while she did what she loves to do.

In "The Nest" is a lovely woman, who has traveled most of the day to get here. Tomorrow she will take a two hour boat that will lead her to her 11-year old daughter. Her kid has been at camp for two weeks, and has two more weeks to go, so her mom is bringing her a home-made roasted chicken and a gluten free berry pie. And a whole big helping of mama love.

In the last couple of days, people have  traveled to our home (someone on 4 different buses) to come give our furry girl some love, which she needed.

Time, money, energy spent on Being There. Just BEING THERE. Making love a verb, not just a concept.

As I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I took one big breath-full of the love resting under our roof.