May 20, 2016 marks the beginning of a new chapter –
This was the road out of town on that Friday afternoon.
I’m still not sure what my next adventure looks like, but sometimes, you just have to make the leap and hope to land on your feet… um, right?
As scary as it is, I know that it is time to move on.
“To see the change, you have to be the change.”
(Or… something like that)
After all, life is a Vagarious Voyage…
Photo – Punta Cana, December 27, 2015
In a stroke of incredible luck, I got a two-day beach vacation!
The best part — being surrounded by people that were there to have fun.
Smiles! Positive Attitudes! Goofing off!
It was a not-so-subtle reminder that my mood has been sliding a slippery slope – down, down, down….
I think some of that has been absorbed from some of the people around me.
Some of that is my own head-game.
Some of it is expectations that I have for myself and a (possibly?) unreasonable lack of patience for “achieving” greater goals…
But, in a beautiful New Year cliché, I’m going to do my best to hold on to the sunshine… both internally – my own mood, and externally – expressing gratitude and openness.
It’s amazing what a smile and a “hello” can do!
Here’s to the beach! Here’s to the sun! Here’s to waking up and thinking, this day is the one!
Here’s to a rum drink and here’s to dancing on the roof! Here’s to believing in tomorrow, even without proof!
Here’s to a good morning! Here’s to a good week! Here is to the new year and reaching the next peak!
My sweet, spoiled fur child hates being left out of adventures and he doesn’t like feeling trapped… so waiting in the car alone is basically torture. One look at his sad eyes and floppy ears… you’ll be tempted to take him with you into the store. But, I had some shopping to do in a store that he would likely be kicked out of right away, so I couldn’t take him in. Other than a serious pout-fest… it doesn’t actually do him any harm to sit in the car (on a cool day, with blankets on the back seat).
When I finally got myself out of the store and back to the car, I could see the black and white fur of my dog streaked with an orange-red color, from his eye down to his chin. I couldn’t yet see below his neck, but there was enough blood streaked over his face to give me a minor heart attack. What kind of trouble had my puppy gotten himself into within the confines of my car?!
Trying not to panic, I opened the back to store my bags before going up front to survey the damage.
There, on the passenger seat, were two munched-on flower petals. I might have given the silly fur kid a good scolding… except I was too relieved to discover his face was not, after all, covered in blood. His face was decorated with flower pollen, from a lily that had apparently tasted awful, seeing as how it was now staining the upholstery on the seat.
The treat I had given him before going into the store (did I mention he’s a sweet but spoiled fur child?) was untouched. He ate that as soon as I stuck the key in the ignition and started the engine, a sign that I was not leaving him alone any longer.
At home, I let my dog out into the yard and carried the flowers inside. The next morning, I noticed a that one of the blooms had been knocked loose. There it was, placed like a painting, frozen, on top of the snow.
Racing away from open pits
Under Wyoming skies.
Carrying Black Coal, Pay Dirt, Energy… Racing,
I didn’t mean to wake you
from the darkness of early hours.
I thought of you out on the road,
watching the bloom of bright sky flowers.
I hope your dreams were warm,
pleasant, safe and wise.
I missed you as I headed east,
chasing the sunrise.