What a precious end to a beautiful day...sitting on the terrace sipping wine, watching the sunset and sitting by the firepit with fantastic, treasured friends Journey Girl and Travelin Man. You know, there's something to be said about the phrase "There's no friend like an old friend."
It's been a day of knowing and being known, of exquisite acceptance of exactly who you are and treasuring all that means. Watching the flames of the fire as they spark, ebb and flow - somehow it's a lot like life: There's the ups and downs, the moments when we glimpe the Feast, and the times when all feels quelled. It's so much easier to be contemplative about life's realities when the stresses are miles away...
After the campfire, Journey Girl and I just talked and talked, relived the day, pondered the joys and the insights and gut feelings of today's experiences. Man, it's gonna be hard to leave all this.
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Just bring it home with you, girl. Build a fire in your backyard. No matter where we are it is always in us. The stress just tries to block us from seeing it.
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