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In the middle of winter, cozied up with a book as the snow gently falls outside, I like to dust off memory books. Books that take me places. On a journey to remembering myself. To remember what has grown.
It's easy to get lost. Trust yourself and your heart will lead you.
“I remember myself most when I'm writing. It helps me to channel myself into a moment. To remember myself in that state of mind. Sometimes we get lost. We lose the self that was able to stretch and expand so much in a single instance. These writings are the clues I leave myself and the ones I love as beacons when we lose ourselves in the storm.”
Christmas Shore
How can I explain
The energy of this place
From the coastal fog of Oregon
To the sunny corn fields of Michigan
But more than what I see
Is the feeling I get
The excitement I feel
When I hear the waves
Crashing along the western shore
it reminds me of my dad
his stubble beard and thong flip flops
bouncing off the pavement
like the beer bouncing off his tongue when he speaks
Memories equaling state and information
But this place has something else
Something like... Christmas lights
Pink and orange and red like the sunset
strung along the evergreens tying them all together
in a twisty knotty silence
glowing soft and warm against the mist
The warm heart tones that vibrate deep in my chest
like my son babbling as he throws himself over me in the morning
laughing loud just to open my eyes
magic glows around his face as I look up at him
What state am I in?
California or Michigan?
I feel at home
Just Do It
If you've always had a trip you've wanted to take just do it! I know it's not always easy with a job and a family. But start taking small actions each day to do the things you've always dreamed. Just do it.
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These are the days!