Or Do They Explode?



Sometimes, the world is too big and all the wonderful things that are hidden in it seem too far for me to discover. I mean, there are so many things that I want to see and do, write and create, listen and taste...

And I'm just me. 

This whirlwind of thought causes me a small degree of anxiety. Well, perhaps not "small"...it might be a large amount--the kind of anxiety that is so staggering in size and scope that it leaves you breathless,  an eye twitching with each passing second. It's paralyzing, really.

Beignets in New Orleans...
Real macaroons in a cafe on the Seine...
Running my fingertips down the spine of MY published book...
Hearing what rain on a tin roof in Dhaka is like...
Sipping old-fashions in Capone's booth at the Green Mill...
Piloting a bi-plane wearing leather and wool...
Writing in a cottage where trees are draped with Spanish moss...
Spending the night in the trees...
Understanding how television works. I mean, REALLY understanding...
Shooting photos in the Rockies...
Sticking my toes on the shore of Africa...somewhere...
Seeing bald eagles in Alaska...
Taking a cruise with Mickey Mouse...
Finally painting all the paintings that are so beautiful in my mind...
Scuba diving (except the idea scares the Dicken's outta me)...
Listening to my husband play and worship in front of a sold-out crowd...his music printed on clear vinyl...
Finishing my home renovations...
Buying a vacation home in Tennessee...
Tea with a First Lady...
Being an old lady with my hand tucked into my old husband's...
Kissing that man in Ireland...
Laughing with him over pale ales in all of Europe...
Saving the world...
Rocking this world...
Making an impact...



My gracious! That's not even the tip of the iceberg! And how do I live it all?

I just can't. 

I wake up and have to push all that aside. I look into my baby's eyes and realize that I am sowing three mountain-sized seeds that will take hold of this world and life and drain every bit of adventure and passion out of it. I want them to know that I am squeezing, drinking it all up, living and loving, laughing and running, climbing as high as my Elvis legs will allow, and learning with them. I want to leave them a legacy to pass on. A legacy that says clearly: We may not to get to accomplish everything we want to in life, but--my gracious!--we will certainly suck the marrow from the bones we are given. 

Our dreams will not die. They will not explode...

They will bloom. 

They will outlive us.



~Gia

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