The myth of the mystical Phoenix is that when it dies it turns to ashes, those ashes then ignite into a golden flame of rebirth, and the Phoenix lives on, renewed.
Traveling opens the heart, mind, body, and soul through all of its wanderings. Traveling creates the ashes from which the traveler is reborn, and love lights the fire.

I am a backpacker, a social worker, a grateful receiver, an eternal empathizer, a seed growing, an ear listening, a child learning, a sister sharing, an American evolving, a therapist reflecting, a daughter caring, an embrace holding tightly, a friend to all - I am a Traveling Phoenix, experiencing the world that sets my soul on fire with love. Thanks for joining me.

Friday, March 29, 2013

St. Patrick's in St. Augustine

St. Augustine, as few probably know, was a bishop with various philosophical knowledge. He read a lot, and knew about a lot of different beliefs before he chose to convert to Christianity in the late 300s. St. Augustine's story is rather mundane compared to a saint known as the "Apostle of Ireland," who few people actually know any good facts about. Aside from celebrating his death on March 17th all over the Christian world - St. Patrick's Day is also known to pretty much every American as a secular and juvenile holiday filled with lots of green, and lots of alcohol. I guess that's the best way for an Irishman to celebrate the anniversary of someone's death. Hollah to the college students who feel me on that one.
The best place to celebrate St. Patrick's day for me was always in Boston. South Boston brings an Irish pride to the city. Boston was also a city that originated on the backs of the working class who's ancestors were Irish slaves, just like St. Patrick. Pride. The past 3 years I've spent St. Patties in Boston. It's been memorable, intoxicating, and wonderful.

This year, I took my Boston pride down to Florida for the weekend and celebrated St. Patrick with St. Augustine. I love St. Augustine. Having grown up on the ocean, boating, fishing, rowing, diving, and all of that good stuff - I have so much love for a beautiful place with a beautiful ocean and beaches. Waves always calm me down, and islands are giant playgrounds.

I spent the weekend listening to really good music, dancing, relaxing, sun-burning, and all in the good company of my best friend and favored travel partner, Isabela.
Boston can't top that St. Patties Day, sorry Celts. Between going to live gigs, walking on the beach at night, and riding a war veteran's jetski - I really can't say what I loved doing the most. Mmm the sushi.
As for living in St. Augustine... I don't know if the small town life would ever be for me. Not unless I knew how to make a potato gun, and it was a place where there's more snow in the winter. The marina life though, that is definitely for me. I think this summer is going to be a great one full of cherished friends and oceanic adventures. I know I'm enjoying my last semester of undergrad, but lets speed it up to May now, shall we?

Leaving St. Augustine definitely gave me something to look forward to and something to miss.

Thanks, family, for a great spring break.