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Monthly Archives: June 2010
At 30,000 feet the world looks like an ant farm. Paths are carved out, territories staked and there are little tiny movements making it all possible. And I am not part of it. For two hours, I have no where to be but right here in the in-between. I’m leaving behind one of my most sacred places. Every summer I cut ties with most of my life’s accessories and travel
Posted in Thoughts on life
Tagged a beautiful mess, Contemplative Prayer, Self-Care, transitions
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It was different this time. There was no fanfare; no white dress; no aisle. There was a tiny bit of planning and we were on a beach, but one that was about as far away as possible from the first time without leaving the country. I wore sweatpants. My hair was pulled back after a day spent in the sun. We ate fried clams and caprese salad on a bench.