Writing the next lines //

The lines from yesterday have dried, there is no un-writing what is past. I'm glad. I like it as it reads. Tomorrow, though, the pages of tomorrow are unwritten. What should we write? More faith, more risks, more extravagant love, more adventure, more forgiveness, more challenges, more steps into the unknown with the Beloved, more broken hearts, more experiences in new cultures, more stretching out of hands, more dancing, more deep drinks of this messy + marvelous life with all its troubles and miracles. I want that. Let's keep writing that. If I get anything as rich and wild and wonderful and hard as I've gotten up to this point, I'll be a blessed woman.

"Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind." 

- Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations

See, I want to keep growing, want to keep learning, want to keep seeking, want to keep knocking, want to keep changing + becoming. I don't want to cover up my gray hairs or touch up my scars or tuck away chapters of my life. THIS [read: life] is exactly, beautifully good -- every bit of it -- because the Author knows how to spin every line -- past, present, and future -- together so that the story turns out for my good, no matter what comes. I'm following Him. Fearless. I want people to see it written all over me. I want them to be able to read the unfolding story of my life in my closet, and art, and friends, and music. I want them to see how it built over time, layer upon layer. How the tides washed bits away and redistributed the other bits, again and then again. How the waters smoothed and polished the edges of me. At the end of my days I want people to say they knew me well + that I wasn't the same girl who came into this world when I went out of it... That I took life as it came -- truly lived it to the hilt -- and that I left beauty behind me everywhere I went.

// dedicated to some other adventurers, a few of many dear souls I have the privilege of journeying with in this, my one and only life //