“What next?” my restless soul moans. Not in a “what will be dumped on me next” way, but in a “What is my next chapter going to be?” way. At a major crossroads where some decisions may or may not be mine to make. Wanting so not to be anxious or afraid but open to the adventure. The world is full of possibilities. All over the range, though, after some of the living situations I’ve seen in the world, I am well aware that my range does not likely go as low as the Kibera slum in Kenya, nor as high as the gold laden lattes at the Emirates Palace.
|24k Gold Floating on Latte|
Emirates Palace Hotel, Abu Dhabi
Finding so much joy in a sexily posed naked chicken that it makes me want to quit it all and go arrange food in erotic positions just to get enough money to squeek by. Wanting to hire one of my most admired photographers to teach me how to capture the things that nobody else sees. Dreaming of finding a way to swap my cottage/house in the northwest with a footloose soul in Vicenza so that I can just live fully and deeply for a year in that mental zone where everything is fresh and nothing is for granted. Dreaming of roaming the States in a travel trailer gathering stories for fodder.
Ramblings courtesy of encouragement from: