Life is an extravagant drink rich in taste, that I all too often gulp down forgetting to savour the flavor. I look back at the past few years of my life and they whip by like a tree viewed from inside a speeding car. I’ve felt a little sick lately about this. How will I learn to stop gulping down years. As I look out my bedroom window right now I see beautiful trees with sun rays filtering through the stained glass leaves. How do I sip that. I won’t have this view much longer. Why don’t I even know what those trees are called? I’ve lived here for almost 3 years and I don’t know what the trees outside my window are called. I just don’t seem to know how to make my home really home, I always have this feeling of temporary living. I do have a few bits of treasured memory to pack and take with me, hanging my laundry to dry in the sunshine, with the cool breeze blowing my apron to one side, redwood expanse all around me. I am also very people oriented so little pieces of my heart belong to so many people, the years have quickly passed by but my love for all the friends I’ve made have not. And I have learned so many things in my few years living in this community. I didn’t even know that I love to write until I lived here. I didn’t know how passionate I could become for west african dance. I didn’t know how to knit, I didn’t know how to cook, I was a lot more disorganized and I didn’t know the beauty of goals. My next goal will be to learn how to slow my life down, stop floating above my days but live inside of them.

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