I am writing this post in a coffee shop that is over 120 miles away from my house. This moment has been in the making for some time now.
My girlfriends and I have often talked about taking various day trips to the smaller towns that surround the large city that we call home. This particular trip comes at a time when I need the time away on the open road to clear my mind of all the things that are vying for my attention.
Tomorrow, I will attend the funeral of a long time member of my spiritual community. It will be the second funeral I will have attended in two weeks. I am keenly aware of how precious life is and how much life is meant to be LIVED.
I made the conscious decision to GO today. I left home and picked up my friends and hit the road on a beautiful spring day.
We have talked and laughed and eaten until our bellies were stuffed. We are sitting around a long narrow table in close proximity to one another and working on our separate projects. I can’t help but to think that this trip is not only about the fulfillment of a long desired getaway, but it is a tribute to our dearly departed brother and our acknowledgement of the blessing it is to live while we are still alive.