I’ve learned that powerful emotion has no recipe,
it’s often spontaneous and unpredictable.
Happening when the right two people are in the right moment.
Most often there are barefeet and flushed cheeks
and possibly an old dress or a twisted tree with branches full of that
effortless green that only nature seems to produce.
I call it “The Squish”
The need to cry and sing out over the lovliness of some thing.
When a moment is so positively right that doubt ceases to exist
and your body tells you, this is it.
this is all of it.
this is everything.
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i frequently get “the squish” and just could never put a name to it. guess that means i have a pretty damn good life. so thank you…. so very much.
this is exactly how I’m feeling about every damn thing I am seeing here. I am constantly thinking of the people in my life that would appreciate these strange oddities I’m finding along this trip.
I can imagine my dad in the Chinese bakery, asking about every single wierd creation, just exactly what they are composed of….but then just buying what he came in for in the first place. And my mom? Well she’d be walking right along side me, aimlessly through the city….admiring and complimenting (or criticising) every door and front stoop and architectural detail. Tessa would stop in every art/photography gallery along the way and I’m sure would have something constructive to say about them (I on the other hand can only repeat the words ‘pretty’ ‘awesome’ and ‘cool’). Karen would have a field day with me— the restaurants/cafes are phenomenal. And Pamela- that girl would be chatting up the locals and dancing to every street performer’s music (which by the way, it’s some of the best I’ve heard).
I could go on all day with the thoughts I have as I’m taking this gorgeous city in. I feel like every time I travel to a different place, I somehow get to know myself better, my relationship with Jon only gets better, and I feel like one day I will have so many stories and pictures and memories to share with my kids.
There’s nothing that makes me feel more alive and happy than waking up in a different place with an entire day, a map, and comfortable shoes in front of me.
So yesterday I welled up with tears at the sight of the golden gate bridge. I also teared up a few hours before that when we were flying low over the mountains. And again over lunch at the waterfront…
This is the most beautiful city I have ever seen.
(Tune in to hear about my visit to see the Redwoods and Napa)
“Laugh a lot, and when you’re older, all your wrinkles will be in the right places.”
—Anonymous
