The rhythm of the rowing, the melody of morning, the sights and sounds that nature brings on the waves, on the breeze, on the clouds passing over me. How could I let them just pass unnoticed? That would be a travesty.
Buildings, and streets, and cars, and machines are nothing compared to skies, and trees, and flowers, and . . . breathing. And my soul smiling with knowing. Thinking is hard without wonderful thoughts to interrupt me and twist me and turn me. Their gift and music that I have to offer. They're the song that I dance to when I write these words here.
I'm gonna row that boat with you in my heart. Just like a rocking chair on the waves, that boat will take us to a magical, healing place. We'll head out to a castle on a forgotten island. No one will be lonely with us gone away. Time will stop while we play. We'll have whatever we need to be safe.
We'll have drinks with umbrellas. We'll talk about myths and legends. We'll remember the things that we love. We make up lots of new ones. We'll laugh without stopping for days and days. We'll discover pure energy and learn how make whenever we need it.
We'll celebrate what we love about being alive.
--me strauss Letting me be