There's something in the air.
Slowly, it's becoming palpable.
Change is on the horizon.
And while we can,
where we can,
however we can,
we're soaking each other in.
The shelf life, remember?
There's something in the air.
Slowly, it's becoming palpable.
Change is on the horizon.
And while we can,
where we can,
however we can,
we're soaking each other in.
The shelf life, remember?
A window.
Inside.
Outside.
A container of things.
Seen.
Unseen.
Felt.
A vantage point with a restricted view.
The possibility of more…
…or less
…to the story.
Don’t overthink it.
Something wild is lurking.
Time is a funny thing.
It stretches.
It shrinks.
We blink…
And…
Here.
We.
Are.
Last day of high school.
It’s rained the last few days.
Fog is here this morning…
…alongside internal monologue which mirrors the weather.
Yep.
It’s that kind of Thursday.
On Tuesday, Andy sent me a video of a fox in his backyard.
‘What you doing in my garden John?’
I smiled.
‘I’ve missed you :)’ I said.
Last night, I saw a fox as we pulled up to the house.
I parked the car and walked after it but never saw it again.
I kicked off today with TAS10 training with Rose Rowkins (which I highly recommend).
I saw a fox again.
True story.
They continue to show up in my life.
Often enough that they can’t be ignored.
Often at just the right time.
Honestly, there could never be a wrong time :)
It feels like I’m being led somewhere and simultaneously nowhere.
There’s magic and mystery.
Sprinkled with curiosity.
Hope.
Adventure.
I don’t have an answer or a point — on second thought, maybe I do.
Embrace the wild ordinary.
Alongside a friend on a rainy day.
Looking out.
Looking up.
The small things are the big things.