“The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it's perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the perfection is only ever an instant passed through. Love like travel is a series of moments that we immediately leave behind. Still we try to hold on and embalm against all evidence and common sense proclaiming our promises and plans. The more I loved him the more I felt hope. But hope acknowledges uncertainty and so I also felt my first premonitions of loss.” WantTryingFirstsStillsMomentsFeltLossPerfectLove IsCommonBehindsPlansImpossiblePromiseEvidencePerfectionSeriesCommon SenseUncertaintyPreservesAcknowledgeInstantParadoxPreservationPremonitionProclaiming Book:Wanderlust: A Love Affair with Five Continents Source: Wanderlust: A Love Affair with Five Continents
“I ask to be made beautiful like the trees are beautiful, each growing according to a unique plan. Lop off a limb and and the tree will accommodate it's loss, still growing and still beautiful. It is my hope to be able to flourish in a similar fashion, taking on the shape and dimensions that is intended for me.” MadeStillsAbleBeautifulAsksLossGrowingPlansTreeFashionShapesUniqueDimensionsLimbsAccommodate Book:The Writing Diet: Write Yourself Right-Size Source: The Writing Diet: Write Yourself Right-Size