It\’s the day set aside to think about our fathers, and that I did. So thankful for my dad, Joe Fayocavitz, who never doubted me one day in my 42 years of life. And my husband Scott, who for the last 25 years, has carried that same torch, also fiercely defending my dreams.
I\’m in MKE Continuation, March to 3000, and Guide training. I am thinking of everyone in Kauai and imagining our arrival next year. Our MKE 24th week graduation was at end of April and I have kept on with a good amount of vigor because there is #nothinglikeit
DANDY OF A YEAR
Absolutely unexplainable, amazing things continue to happen: checks show up in the mail, people repeat directly what I want to hear without me saying it. Looking for positive signs last Wednesday in Massachusetts, a fish truck drove by (Mark J!), and upon getting to Mystic, CT, we entered the aquarium to an entire program sponsored by a waste management company (confirming my purpose again!).
Listening to the June continuation replay then on Friday, I heard the compost metaphor, recounted by many in the comments afterwards, and there it was again, my perpetual sign. Compost is part of my DMP and my local project and grant program is happening!
The connection to the microbiome of the soil and of humans, it\’s poetic my husband said. It\’s why I have found my way here, to connect the dots.