i read that quote on the back of a tour book - i remember the speaker was a 14 year old girl, killed in a horseback riding accident. i don't remember much more about her, but i can't shake the words, "keep it wild."
the day before the wedding, i had a small moment of regret that erik and i decided upon the honeymoon we had planned. i mourned for 10 days of sitting on a chaise lounge with my toes buried in the warm tropical sand and a mojito in my hand. but the second we crested the hills into wyoming, i realized we wouldn't have had it any other way.
now, after just getting my film back, i'm torn between happy lovely memories and sadness for the fact that i'm not there right now. i miss it. i miss being surrounded by a painting 24-7. i miss just gazing off into the distance, not realizing i've been holding my breath. i miss the uncanny connection you feel to the earth. i miss the wild.
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