We’ve passed through another Thanksgiving. Another spectacular opportunity to stand still and say THANK YOU to people and places and the universe – and the many ways our lives have been touched, colored, impacted. I hope you took full advantage, and I’ll nudge you to keep that spirit alive long after the traditional activities of the day have been eaten up, or packed up, and put away until next year.
The wings could fly off at any moment. The unexpected could reign down when you least expect it. We don’t have control over most things, but we have control over enough to make a difference in our own lives and the lives of those we love.
From Kodiak Island to Charleston – you were with us all the way! CoolWorks was traveling all over the place this October and met and chatted with hundreds of seasonal employers excited to see your applications!
That first step that led me to a discovery and a love for exploration and travel had a domino effect. You take that first step, and the ripples of what you can do, and what you think of doing, expand around and out the more you go, see, taste, laugh and live to tell about it.
It’s no wonder so many of us choose not to choose at all. We stay where it’s comfortable and safe – and boring. That’s why I try to remind myself to make decisions based on conquering my fears instead of avoiding them. It’s a great little mantra; however, following it requires me to put on my big girl pants and be courageous.
I fiercely fight for the right to bear maps. Big maps, fun maps, thinking maps, crinkly maps. Finding a map “outside the screen” can be a challenge, but we scored nicely as I wheeled the rental car into the Hillsboro, OR Visitor’s Center. I’m delighted that my daughter has grown up knowing north from south, rolling with my cartophile quirks, and navigating like a champ.
Take solace in the fact that in a decade, regardless of all the victories and defeats you’ll experience in life, and irrespective of all the wonderful and tragic events you’ll witness in this world, you’ll be able to return to this place and be welcomed. You will have changed. The world will have changed. But the mountain will be exactly as you remembered it.
We are all travelers on this journey of life. May we feel the blessings of tribal magic, and may our home fires burn bright.
Nestled into the dunes of a nature preserve on a remote stretch of beach on the coast of North Carolina stands a solitary mailbox. The “Kindred Spirit” mailbox has lived on a remote stretch called Bird Island for more than 35 years.