Sunday, September 30, 2012

30 days.

30 days of telling stories, mine or otherwise. 
Of taking the time to remember, reflect, and record, 
before letting the day move on forgotten. 
Putting color to the canvas, so to speak, 
and being amazed at the reflection staring back at me.
Feeling the satisfaction of completing a challenge, 
but more so, finding my voice once again. 

30 days of spontaneous and planned adventures. 
With trips to both the right and left coasts. 
The joy of sibling reveling. Crazy family antics. 
And messy memories made with mud
On magical safari's with roaring elk calls and all. 

30 days. 
Of being brave. 
Taking risks. 
Living in the present. 
Winking back at life. 
Of laughter. laughter. laughter. 

30 days doesn't seem that long. 
In the grand scheme of things, it's just a drop in the bucket.
But something tells me, best case scenario, that maybe...just maybe these 30 days...will be more than that. 

One can hope. But two is even better. 


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