There are points in your life when you want things to be different and you feel like you don’t get much say in the matter. The all consuming desire for that which eludes you…
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There are points in your life when you want things to be different and you feel like you don’t get much say in the matter. The all consuming desire for that which eludes you… I miss eating snow. I do not miss living in a cold, frozen clime—but I do miss taking a mittenful of snow and eating it—without caring if it was dirty. We don’t live in a world of mistakes even though we may feel like we’ve made plenty of them. Each thing we’ve done or left undone, right or wrong… You are an epic tale. Full of suspense, full of struggle, full of great passion. I cannot put you down and I feel the sadness and the victories right along with you. You with all that strength, be a hero. Fearless enough to forgive, loving enough to understand, courageous enough to create second chances for others— There is a wind that kicks up in me on a regular basis—an enormous dust devil that obscures my view, a tornado that picks up my house but never sets it down gently. Do you feel it? My mom once told me “Don’t pray for patience because you’ll be shown how to be patient in ways you never wanted to imagine.” When I walk outside, dinosaurs don’t chase me. I don’t see danger at every turn. My fight or flight response rarely if ever has good cause to kick in. Tracks in the snow. You. You there. I know you’re out there…quietly tiptoeing around in the dark and leaving behind your analytics. I see the trail you leave. |
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