I want to go. I want to run away. I want to flee the unnerving knowledge that I’m not in control of my life. That, plan as I might, life happens the way it’s going to happen. I’m lucky if I can react in time to salvage any grace whatsoever, before I fall flat on my face. I want to flee the work I’ve made for the people around me, the chaos I’m leaving in my wake. I don’t want to stay and smooth things over. I want to go.
I want to go. I want to leap into the unknown. I want to revel in the incandescent knowledge that I’m not in control of my life. That, plan as I might, life happens the way it’s going to happen, and I’m lucky if I can react in time to dance away, before I fall flat on my face. I want to leap into whimsy, let my intuition tell me where to experience next, wake each day with the sole expectation of wonder and the thrill of discovery. I want to go.
I want to go.
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So go, fair friend! Fly with the wind and revel in the eddies of it's wayward wanderings. You have faced with courage, and endless grace, countless redirects of late. I think I speak for most, if not all, of us that will be left behind when you embark on your wanderings. Go, soar, BE. We love you and we will be here to offer safe and soft landing when you return. xox
Calin, I just talked with my sister, Alice Rockhill, who told me about your blog. I'm blogging, too, at www.GailJonas.blogspot.com.
The person who encouraged me to start writing is a three-time cancer survivor in Columbus, Ohio, Pat Denino. I'm going to send her the link to your blog.
I've only read your most recent post since I'm getting ready to go to a grandson's baseball game, taking my camcorder as I work on my filming skills.
Gail Jonas
Gail@GailJonas.com
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