Now I’m trying to recognize the stories that were so obvious when every day was an open road with no idea of where I was going to lay my head at night. The exciting, the novel, the beauty all practically shouted at me to be put on a page. Now in familiar settings with familiar people, it’s harder to see the little things that become big when you look at them a little more closely. Those beautiful moments that you know really meant something even if you don’t know what they specifically meant yet. I think they pop up way more than I know. When I do take notice, I get the sense that those moments give direction to life and the pieces of time click with a little more cohesion. I’m not sure if I would call it destiny, but there are times, places, and people that highlight themselves in your eye for whatever reason. They set you on roads walked many times before and paths never even daydreamed and they all connect on some level.
I try to remember and write about these moments, because they happen to all of us in all phases of life. The days that mean something to us come at crumbling Angkor Wat walls or at the breakfast nook at home. So in the next few weeks I will go back through my journal and find those moments since my return home. In some way, these stories are connected to the experiences this past fall and winter. However, they are also hooked to the always approaching future me and the me presently passing through a more “normal” life. So join me in a few of my moments and take time to see and share your own. I’d love to hear about them.