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May 08, 2020


Mishy Lesser

Beautiful, Paul. I enjoyed reading this 🙌🏽 Thank you!

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr. aka pt at large

I think we’re all feeling our ways through this, how to act, live, shop, travel…everything.

I knew something special was happening during that first ramble. I’m thinking that the stillness at that hour is the draw for me. Maybe a form of walking meditation. I absorb and reflect the stillness. Somewhere between the intersection of meditation and medicine.

These days, when that happens, you keep doing it.

Susan Sullivan

Nice Paul. Reality

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr. aka pt at large

I dance in my kitchen every day, can’t help it. Every time a song plays on radio that has a dance beat, I dance around the kitchen table, swing, blues, cajun/zydeco, and dances that haven't even been invented yet.
Nothing replaces the joy of holding a woman in my arms and interpreting it with her on the same intuitive wave length. I don’t think too hard about when that’s gonna change. I need to stay sane and positive!

Bambi Good

Love it! and strangely on our dead-end street, we were out looking at the Flower Moon the other night and as usual, at night, there didn't seem to be a light on anywhere... Just as I was finding it weird there were no signs of life, another couple was on the other side of the street, but that is so rare, even at 8 or 9 or 10...
You have found a new universe... may you find many more...

Rich Wilson


Susan Lyman

Paul, This is a wonderful piece…thanks for sharing.

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr. aka pt at large

Thank you. Susan
We’re all coping with the new reality. My midnight rambles are an unlikely but reliable source of calming peaceful relaxation.

Cathleen Cavanaugh

Nice read. I’ve seen a couple of midnight ramblers around my hood. A very peaceful time in a very strange new world. Silver linings everywhere….
Be well, Cathleen

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr aka pt at large

You hit it, Cathleen, "silver linings everywhere” … the key is having an open heart with the eyes to see them.

The first ramble was a spontaneous but intentional moment to put on my cross training kicks and walk out the door in the dark of night.

Twenty minutes later I felt I was walking on sacred ground, as the song goes…inexplicable, mysterious, like wandering into a cathedral, celestial frescoes overhead, the altar visible at the steep crest of Palfrey Street, the choir singing mouths open lips moving soundlessly, the pews filled with invisible congregants, sitting, kneeling, standing following instinctively understood rituals with purpose, intention, and love silently expressed by showing up to be counted, for each other, for themselves, for me.

Thanks for connecting, it’s what keeps us together while we are all apart.

Cathleen Cavanaugh

I love your description of your walk. These past 60+ days have definitely slowed me down, looking at so many things differently, both externally and internally, all for the good. Taking walks with people I would not have otherwise, and learning different parts of their life stories, has been a real bonus. Everyone has a great story, and this has been a wonderful time to find out about the fabric of many people.

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