Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
~ Cormac McCarthy
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t's Throwback Thursday ~ a day when people usually post pictures
of themselves in diapers. And those are
just the college photos!
ENFPs aren’t known for following the rules ~ we like structure, we
just like to bend it. So I usually post
videos or links to classic songs (rock and otherwise).
Find Peace Amoung the Pieces was written in August 2013.
It was real. It was raw. And it was heartbreaking to re-read. I remember well the feelings I talked about. The need to escape. Standing at the edge of despair. And then ~ I noticed the date.
August 30.
One year later to the day, I sat in the bow of a fishing boat, headed toward the adventure of a lifetime. An adventure I couldn't have dreamed of when I wrote that post a year ago. An adventure that changed my heart.
One year later to the day, I sat in the bow of a fishing boat, headed toward the adventure of a lifetime. An adventure I couldn't have dreamed of when I wrote that post a year ago. An adventure that changed my heart.
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Change isn't always a bright, showy spectacle. It seeps gently, quietly into the blood. Or burrows deep in the soil of thought and
reflection. Sometimes, you don't see the
flowers or the fruit until much, much later.
And in August 2013, I couldn’t know it, but I planted the
seeds. For months, nothing
happened. Or rather, it seemed like nothing happened. But those seeds were trying hard to
germinate. It’s just that they needed the salt
spray of Kodiak, Alaska to finally take root.
And five months later, they're still growing.
I can't wait to see what blooms next.
Oremus pro invicem,
~
Mikaela
What seeds are you cultivating for a later harvest?
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