It was Reid State Park for me early in July. I walked the beach and scrambled the same rocks I had when my entire life was unwritten--when everything was possible. The infinite horizon beyond the crashing waves, reminded me, at 63, it still is.
Oh I love this. Exactly... we can really forget that when life gets unwritten, not negating pain, it also means anything is possible. Thank you for sharing so beautifully.
It was Reid State Park for me early in July. I walked the beach and scrambled the same rocks I had when my entire life was unwritten--when everything was possible. The infinite horizon beyond the crashing waves, reminded me, at 63, it still is.
Oh I love this. Exactly... we can really forget that when life gets unwritten, not negating pain, it also means anything is possible. Thank you for sharing so beautifully.