All I could do was be.
There was no other option.
Then I fell asleep, and when I awoke, it was back to the front.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Back to "The Front"
There was this moment: I'd had too much wine, I was exhausted from the climbing, and I just felt so alive, you know? I just had one of those feelings where everything was in time and I couldn't break out of the rhythm, where everything had it's place and you're just floating through the moment. Everything is woven together, everything fits. And for a moment life makes sense.
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Don't you love those moments where everything makes sense? They don't happen very often, but when they do I am so grateful for them. It's like for a split second you don't have to worry because you can finally see your life coming together.
Bingo. That's why I love camping. It's the perfect environment for reflection, contemplation, and clarity.
Wow.
Over a year's break and your back at it! Glad to see you're writing again. Keep it up...
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