La Bella Vita

If I was asked to name my favorite part of Thanksgiving, I don't think I could decide. The whole Holiday brings an aura to life that can only be experienced by the soul that is truly thankful. The combination of all of the different smells, tastes, feelings, textures leaves the senses almost too overwhelmed to make an accurate comprehension. Yet, amidst all the confusion and madness is a peace that is instilled when you realize another year has gone by and you can still thank God for another day of life. This year I am thankful for many things. I could easily list them all, from the very faintest happenings, to the big blessings that have flowed in abundance into my life. But today I choose to focus on the smaller things. The 'parts' persay that people often forget about. My legs. I love them. They are willing to push through even the roughest conditions to stride another mile. They are a positive system of constant motion and unfailing endurance. I can't imagine wh...

Do you ever feel free? Like no one person, no one word, no one thing can tear you away from your dream? Like the ties of life such as money, expectations and standards are just excuses trying to meander their way into your life? Trying to serve as a driving source to steer you into the ground? These excuses are serving as road blocks, or speed bumps on a journey that you wish to travel on forever. This feeling screams of independence, hope, and trust. It gives me wings. It makes me fearless. It points me in an unknown direction, on a road with no name. It also points me home. Home is that feeling of being me. Of never giving up. Of loving. I hope this never disappears.