September 3, 2009 All my life I’ve been a chronicler. Perpetually feeling the need or desire for reecording my wonderings, my feelings, thoughts, reflections both internal and external in words and images. Gotta keep a record, lest I forget. Gotta reflect, be deep, poignant, poetic, clever, relevant. You know the drill. For the past weeks I’ve released myself of any such discipline, having let go of my journal, hardly emailed anyone, and not entered my musings onto our blog. Instead I’ve enjoyed just being in the moment, present in place, and quite on the go I might add. Here are some pics of our backpack trip with beloved friends from the Bay Area. I brought a camera but nothing the read or write. It’s been most enjoyable but perhaps I’ll re-explore the joy of using the
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