Sometimes, when I look at a child, I’m filled with envy. I’d imagine their uncomplicated life. I’d picture sources of simple joys. I’d see how they’d fearlessly embrace anything new.

Isn’t that how we should live?

Live life as a child would. Without burdens. Without grudges. Without limits. Full of curiosity. Full of hope. Full of wonder. They’d go around seemingly reckless but it’s just that they believe anything is possible.

Happiness is found where they are. Simple yet fulfilling.

I wish I was still a child. Sometimes.

September 2008

This lists a month’s worth of stills and words.

September 7th – Tapestry and the Rose of Sharon
September 21st – In My Own Skin
September 22nd – Sunset, Sunrise
September 26th – Young Mangrove
September 30th – Shell Curtain

Reaching the place wasn’t enough. A journey within brought discoveries that allowed me to be more grounded. A time away from what I was used to had brought me to a better place when I did come back.

I welcome the new month with good tidings.

With joyful anticipation.

In strength.