i have been at a loss for words here for sometime and for no real reason. partly, because it is easy to become swept up into this false idea of 'constant busyness' we seem to pursue or find. in that tidal wave of busy, it is easy for me to lose sight of the tools that ground me and when that happens, words are difficult too grab amid the churning of the wave. so it's back to the tools; the leash that helps me make sense of the world and my experience in it.
inspired by her summer manifesto...thought we'd give our own a shot.
live out of suitcases for a month, as we run along sandy beaches and hug the necks of those we love.
inhale sunrises and linger for the sunsets.
stargaze and make wishes.
fill pages of sketchbooks with color and shape.
laugh until we cry.
run along familiar streets and along tropical shores.
awaken with strong coffee and fuel with fresh fruit.
let the words, music, images, and sunshine find us and feed our hearts.
feel grateful for each and every moment.