Sometimes I travel through the world, sometimes I journey within. Some travel has a destination, a goal, and some is simply about the joy of discovery. This blog keeps me company as I indulge my passion for exploration, my wanderlust.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
learning to dance
Listening to ye ol Bette while cooking lamb roast... I heard these words and they struck a cord in my heart...
Its the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance
Its the one who won't be taken
who never learns to give
Its the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live
I have stood on cliffs before... I have looked out at the sunrise of possibility over a deep dark unknown waters... I have taken a deep breath and jumped off the cliffs... I have also, at other times, turned my back on the majesty of it all and walked back to the safe and the known...
I have danced for strangers and I have been a wallflower. I have chosen to wake at dawn, and I have slept til afternoon. I have gambled and I have saved. I have taken and I have given.
Sometimes life is terribly simple and yet utterly complicated at the same time.
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