Feeling the Wind

I am riding my bike in the outskirts of town, feeling the wind whipping my hair out of my face and actually enjoying the burn of the muscles in my legs. I feel alive, I feel free, I feel unstoppable. I breathe deeply, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of my town. The sunflowers are almost gone for the year, but the vineyards in front of me are begging to be harvested of the grapes that will be made into wonderful wine.

I am alive.



Even being the "people person" that I am, I crave these moments when I am walking alone through the sunflower fields, or like now, riding my bike with the vineyards in front of me and the fields on grain to my right. Tonight there are some puppies who have decided to follow--but they lose interest after a few minutes and I am alone again. The beauty of this place cannot even be seen in a picture, and there is no way I can explain it to you so that you can fully comprehend the sights and sounds, or the smells-fresh flowers, the occasionally whiff of sheep or horses, and then the intoxicating smell of the bread stores.

I ran across this quote the other day and I love it.

"The minute you choose to do what you really want to do it's a different kind of life."
R. Buckminster Fuller

So I am here, living, breathing, teaching, and working. There are good days, and there are bad ones. There are days where I am completely happy and busy and then there are days that drag by and where homesickness blankets me in sadness for a short time.

Your reading of my blogs and emails, your love, and your support keep me going in those times. I love you all and I miss you. Thank you for believing in me as I follow my dreams.

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first time or the last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory." Betty Smith