Tuesday, June 1
Friday, May 28
BEGIN.
She's turning her life into something sacred:
Each breath a new birth.
Each moment, a new chance.
She bows her head,
gathers her dreams
from a pure, deep stream and
stretches her arms towards the sky.
Wednesday, May 26
MONTICELLO WINE TRAIL.
Why save "happy" for an hour?
Congrats to Sutton, my nerdiest brother and University of Virginia's finest law graduate.
I owe our little vinyard hop to you.
Pick me, squeeze me, and make me wine.
ALWAYS.
Congrats to Sutton, my nerdiest brother and University of Virginia's finest law graduate.
I owe our little vinyard hop to you.
Pick me, squeeze me, and make me wine.
ALWAYS.
Tuesday, April 27
COSTA RICA.
Some people do not have to search, for they find their niche easily in life and rest there seemingly contented and resigned. At times I envy them, but usually I do not understand... and seldom do they understand me. I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we completely content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power and unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests, mountains, deserts, hidden rivers and lovely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as our laughter; to share our sadness with the ones we love is perhaps as great a joy as we know. Unless it is to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitious, Only for life itself and anything beautiful it can provide. Most of all, we want to love and be loved, to live in a relationship that will not impede our wanderings and prevail our search. We do not want to prove ourselves to others or compete for love. This passage is for wanderers, dreamers, and lovers who dare to ask of life, everything which is good and beautiful.
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| Cartwheels and kayaks. |
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| The Gulfo Dulce in the Osa Peninsula. |
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| Monkey enchanted forests, fresh-water mud, wild by nature. |
Cat
Monday, April 5
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