Sure. I can go to Belle Isle.

Late Saturday afternoon a friend invited me to meet him at Belle Isle. 

Confession. 

I have lived in A2 for twenty six years and I had never been to Belle Isle.

Online dating admission. 

I state I want to become more familiar with Detroit the beauty and energy that she holds.

When my friend asked I said yes. 

Pulled up the address in my GPS. 

Grabbed a sandwich and water and left.

There came a moment where I thought "I have no clue where I am."

Then I saw the Ren Cen and knew where I was.

Next I was on Jefferson and thought

"I think I'm the only white lady around"

But when I let my eyes open I saw that was not true.

Then the sign appeared - Belle Isle.

Oh my.

The bridge with lamp posts from a time gone by. 

A fountain like nothing I have seen.

A magnificent conservatory. 

Here is what I discovered on my trip to Belle Isle.

I had a moment when I panicked and thought what am I doing going into Detroit alone?

But a quote that I found a few years ago crept in.

“‎"What does it mean if i'm afraid? Does it mean something bad is going to happen?" "No, it doesn't mean something bad is going to happen. It just means that you have the chance to be brave.” 

― C. JoyBell C.

I find when I am brave I smile more. 

I walk taller (stop giggling). I walk with a purpose.

I make eye contact. I am confident. 

I am not saying I should go blindly into all parts of the "D".

I know I need to be mindful of where I am and where I am going.

Yet this moment in time. I found a hidden gem. 

In Detroit. In me.

I will be going back.

Not Homeless, Homefull.

Over the last five months I have been without, shall we say, a proper home. Meaning one where just Iam and I reside. Due to varying circumstances we had to move. During these five months we have lived in the home of a Gooseberry. Our furniture has been stored at the home of my smallest boy friend. All our packed and boxed belongings were in the home of Silver, who by the way is beginning a new journey to the west coast soon. We took breaks from our Gooseberry home to house/dog sit for friends, Iam attended various camps and I took a short Gooseberry trip. We always had a place to go. Everyone was flexible and understanding.

When we entered this adventure I kept saying I was a gypsy and that was fine because I love big silver earrings and rings on my fingers. Well the gypsy images I found when looking for this post were a little more co-ed Halloween Dress up if you know what I mean.

Plus I discovered something else these last five months.

We have never been forced to move along. Fear or anger has never been the motivation. We have never felt looked down upon or pitied. It appears that answers are forming and an end may be in sight. But even as it does friends offer extensions to living arrangements. No pressure to move our belongings.
Recently I was talking to someone about my living situation. I said "In the end, currently I'm homeless."
He replied.
"You sound homefull to me."