I'm back from an amazing vacation with my family. I find traveling to be bittersweet in that the experiences are so breath-taking, and yet, for all my studies in communications, I sadly realize that I cannot adequately convey them to friends and loved-ones. So many sacred moments pass by in a heartbeat, forever cherished by the lucky few who share them. I'm sure that's why I hear myself actually whining when I hear other people are taking a vacation "you are?...that's so awesome...lucky!"
While on vacation, we all try to toe that line between luxuriating in the freedom from our daily duties and being ever mindful that every passing moment brings us closer to the end. We all consider, in varying degrees of seriousness, not returning home at all. Hopefully, when it does inevitably come time to pack up and return to the real world, we do not return empty-handed. Along with our souvenirs, sun tans and stories, we have a new perspective. The earth seems smaller, and God seems closer. Best of all, we have a broader definition of the place we call home.
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Somehow, the ocean brought all my fears to the forefront...or maybe I opened up to my fears and confronted them myself? I am loving your ideas, sister!!
I didn't think much of the ocean until this trip, and it occurred to me that the waves remind me of breathing.
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