For now my bucket list items are my lies, but I’ll have to come up with new lies to play the game in the future.
A thousand or even two thousand years ago, someone picked up a chisel and carved stories into rock or scrawled images on the walls of caves
Fast forward to now. Cabin fever in the desert hits in the summer. With high temps often hitting 110℉ or more, we spend most days inside ...
Like Sue, I appreciate the quiet moments in my life. I enjoy a peaceful evening in the courtyard with a cocktail in hand and the coyotes howling in the distance. But the easy evenings aren’t enough for me. I want more of everything.
When my kids were little, we’d buy them a pencil and a postcard. They were in charge of getting the pencil home safely. As for the postcard, they sat down and wrote two or three sentences, licked the stamp and mailed it home to themselves!
... I have no plans to seek the advice of a professional nor will I spend beyond my means or sacrifice Greg in the process, but I have NO plans to stop traveling.
Caution: Rant ahead!
For me, walking always gives me a different perspective on a new place that can only be achieved at ground level, outside, and at a slow speed.
I find myself sneaking peeks at the street a little more often now. There are stories to be found in the images forged into these maintenance access doorways.
He relaxed and slipped into a state of joy that can only be achieved when you are comfortable with what you’re doing and loving the sensation of recapturing a youthful joy.