Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want, more than all the world, your return.
-Mary Jean Irion
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September 13, 2011
I’m so jealous of Lavinia’s passion for travel journaling. I need to be better at this! From all my travels this past year (and they are legion), my sole journal entry was on the first day of my first trip to Portland. After a heinous mountain drive where we nearly slid off the road more than once because of black ice and white ice and blue ice and every other color of ice (it was so bad that we couldn’t even stop to put chains on the SUV, we had to just keep driving) and then finally getting settled into our small cabin retreat on the coast, where I snuggled into the couch cushions in front of the fire and started writing…
My entry reads, “Yesterday it began to snow…” And that is all.
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