There’s this strange thing that happens to me when I fly or travel for long distances. I watch the world go by from a unique perspective–especially at night when houses are lit up and you get tiny peeks into the lives of others. As the miles go by, homes and people move past me like water tumbling over rocks in a stream. And I’m reminded that each dwelling contains, what I consider, a a whole eco system. Each one has joy and sorrow, hope and fear, the expected and the unexpected–just like my house. Just like my family. And when I think of how complicated, in both good and bad ways my own little universe is, I’m blown away by how much exists in the world and how small my mind is. And in those moments I’m absolutely positive that I understand next to nothing, but this excites me because it means that I have so much left to learn. And perhaps, if I am brave enough to look into even the tiniest fraction of the world’s windows, I will never run out of stories to tell.
I have barely touched the surface…
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Awwww *blushes*
My mother told endless stories about a tiny little town in Louisiana. Great post!
Sometimes we forget that are own stories are interesting to other people because we’ve heard them so many times. <3
Beautiful. 🙂
I never worry about running out of stories, only of running out of time to tell them.
Ha! Good point!
Lovely! I felt like I was reading one of your books. I simply love your mind, girl! 😉
That was such a lovely thing to say. It meant a lot to me…thank you. <3
I love reading your posts! This one was really inspirational… I might have to become a runner too.
Frequent flyer, I mean! Running was the other one I read 😛 Which I loved! 🙂
((((hugs)))) You are awesome!!!