In an ode to the “Sesame Street” song…
Where do you live?
I live in chehawville.
What is in chehawville?
It is a combination of things. It is a city, walkable, clean, easy to get around.
It is a place of great natural beauty, verdant and lush, a sanctuary and a respite from the hustle and bustle.
There are meeting places in this city, where friends can gather for coffee, drinks, or just a good, deep conversation. Places to listen to good music, jazz and blues.
Places to go at night to look up and see the stars.
Where it rains sometimes, and that’s perfectly ok.
But what really makes chehawville go is what you can’t see, but you can feel.
The stillness that envelopes you like a warm blanket on a chilly day.
The dreams–vivid, full of detail, kind of strange sometimes, but always present.
The quietness that belies an experience, an existence much deeper and richer than can be seen on the surface.
The relentless that sometimes stirs up trouble.
The passion that yes, really does exists.
The love that is ever present.
The caring that is ever present.
The compassion that is there, too.
The laugh that is too loud sometimes.
The tears that come every so often.
The smile that really is there.
What is chehawville?
It is what lies inside of me.
Where is chehawville?
RIght here, right now.
What are you? Where are you?