Where shall I go?

I think I heard a woman from Burundi say that in a hard non-rhotic accent, and it often rings in my head as such—”where shall I go, where shall I go?”—so much so that I want to say it out loud, the way people quote movies among friends, the way people sing songs to get other people to sing along.

I have two projects of goings that I have been thinking about, and I would like to invite your ideas.

1. I am visiting houses of worship of different traditions. Thus far I’ve limited myself to Seattle, of course, but that will change since pretty soon since…
2. I will be traveling the country on my own, to meet people, go where I haven’t gone, stand with the nation as it worships, stay in houses of hospitality, feel art in the city, learn about community and independence, sit in places of history and reconciliation…and so forth (more on this to come).

So anyways, where shall I go? I eagerly welcome your ideas.

Talk to me in person (if I haven’t made it obvious yet how much I prefer that mode of communication), or leave a comment if I don’t know you yet. Or introduce yourself in person, so I can know you.

Warmest Regards,

mary pauline