Adventures are not for the faint at heart. Life extracts its price whether you are living or dying…
We choose to live—out loud, fully, authentically, ‘organically’, raw, real–a life not laced with a pretty, fluffy layer of frosting.
“Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same….” (Malvina Reynolds)
Love the song, but that is not the life for us.
Can’t get any more real than what we are living, creating, and designing per our own desires and longings, decorated and peppered with parts of each of us.
Therein likes the kaleidoscope of our collective lives…… intertwined and interconnected by the great spirit of adventure and love and faith and forgiveness and moving on and forward, up not down…
Life has thrown us some fast balls and sideways pitches, that’s for sure. We will not leave this earthly existence with a blank epitaph, empty memories or a lack of stories to be told when all is said and done.
We are living a life worth living—colorful, dynamic, keeping us on our toes, our minds active, our senses stimulated and alive.
We do not lay passive and dormant, waiting for life, adventure, and opportunity to come knocking on our door. We get up and show up—many times by our bootstraps, many times supported and lifted by divine intervention and serendipity’s gifts.
Be alive to the magic, hear her sweet whispers in your soul.
Put your dancing shoes on and give this life a chance to show you the sunshine through the clouds.
She’s always there—and sometimes…often…the contrast of the two, of the ray’s emerging light radiating through the darkness, has the power to grant one the gift of humility and appreciation of the purpose and meaning of both the dark and the light.
Saddle up. What are you waiting for?
