Is like pancakes without syrup.
Like visiting the Grand Canyon without leaving your vehicle.
Like climbing just in a gym.
I remembered this while taking a deliciously hot shower after my fantastic day on the rock.
Bree and I were camping in Island in the Sky national park, lounging on a slickrock patio,, watching darkness fall over the islands, pontificating on vacation and sisterhood and life, with the aid of a couple beers apiece, when "a life without adventure..." became the topic and we followed that thread until we remembered we were hiking ten miles the next day and had better get to bed.
Bree, do you remember some of the ones we made up? They were good...
I'm thinking about this living life thing, this adventure thing, the fact that I create my life and if I'm not happy with it I can change it, and I've made up my mind to move. I'm packing up out of Bend and heading South and West to the canyonlands, to majestic sandstone walls rising above me and secret watering holes and temperature extremes and crepuscular living.
I'm free, and I aim to take advantage.
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Like chips without salsa
Like a hug without a squeeze
like a car with no wheels
Like a page with no words
Really I can't seem to recall beyond the length of time we spent calling them out into the night. Though I do recall being hungover the next day and getting peed on by a hummingbird who came to see your rock rings. A good night though.
Like a life without a sister
Bree
Like hot water without tea leaves
Like a calligraphy brush without ink
Like a bellybutton with no lint
Like TaiJi with no Qi
Like a riverbed with no water
Like Winter without Spring
Like Yosemite without Anchen
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"I'm free, and I aim to take advantage."
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as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
-long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
-long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late
worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
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