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Mamapolo2016 · F
For me, it’s the little things. That moment when you come upon a little garden of wildflowers. The slashing violent beauty of lightning. And memories. My 19 yr old’s eyes when we rode the maid of the mist at Niagara Falls. The closeness with my mother after her dementia was diagnosed. My dad, going with me to an abandoned farm just at sunrise on the morning of my wedding to gather lilacs for the church.
The beautiful things. The comforting things. The new discoveries about the world. Dreadful horror masks of deep sea creatures., and stunning mountain vistas.
For the most part, it’s not big earthshaking moments.
I remember the first time I saw the Rockies and had to pull off the road because I was awestruck.I sat there, tears of awe wetting my face, thinking what did I ever do to deserve seeing this?
And it’s about expectations. The world doesn’t owe me a life. That’s up to me.
The beautiful things. The comforting things. The new discoveries about the world. Dreadful horror masks of deep sea creatures., and stunning mountain vistas.
For the most part, it’s not big earthshaking moments.
I remember the first time I saw the Rockies and had to pull off the road because I was awestruck.I sat there, tears of awe wetting my face, thinking what did I ever do to deserve seeing this?
And it’s about expectations. The world doesn’t owe me a life. That’s up to me.
