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She Was Free

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“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city” 

― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

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Eyes Open

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“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.”

– Jawaharlal Nehru

The Sea

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The full moon is silhouetted against the sea, smothering the waves with silver reflections. Sitting on a dune, we watch the continuous ebb and flow, each with our own thoughts. For me the sea has always been a confidant, a friend absorbing all its told and never revealing those secrets; always giving the best advice – its meaningful noises can be interpreted anyway you choose. For Alberto, it is a new, strangely perturbing sight, and the intensity with which his eyes follow every wave building, swelling, then dying on the beach, reflects his amazement… The fresh wind fills the senses with the power and mood of the sea; everything is transformed by its touch…

– Ernesto “Che” Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries

Shut Off the World

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Every person needs to take one day away.  A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future.  Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.  Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.  Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. – Maya Angelou

Goodbye Summer

sandYes, I’m one of those cliched people who gets overly romantic about the change of seasons. But it happens every year, why get so worked up about it? For me, it signals a new fresh new start. I love change. In fact, I crave it. I’m constantly searching for something new – small or big. Which is probably why being a writer is so fun – a new topic every day, but I digress.

It’s September 22nd, meaning summer is gone. The natural warmth that tanned our skin is being replaced with a chill breeze and rich orange and red leaves falling from the skies. I’ll soon be donning boots and scarves, tucking away those bright sun dresses and sandals.

Who knows what fall will hold, but tonight I look back on the beauty that was summer with a last fruit filled sangria in hand.