So here I am, smack-dab, front-and-center, ready-and-waiting in Anchorage, Alaska. And what a great place it is to anticipate creativity! I am stunned and in awe of the thoughts and emotions that seem to have broken the seal and spilled over in me. Sometimes, it's just a wonderful thing to feel again. I just took my first sip of coffee in the downtown cafe I'm writing at and even it was so perfect, I got chills! What the heck?! Was I that desperate for passion that it just takes a view and a cup of coffee? Well. Maybe not just a view: Downtown Anchorage, Alaska, in the valley surrounded by snowcapped mountains, on a perfect cool, bright afternoon, situated at a coffee shop OTHER THAN STARBUCKS, surrounded by art and artists, listening to Alice In Wonderland soundtrack, sipping a fabulous coffee, watching strange and intriguing people pass by the window before me. Perhaps that's the secret formula.
Anyway. I was walking to this coffee shop and found myself arrested by the feeling of exploration and anticipation I haven't known since I was ten. My old neighborhood had empty lots where we would create adventure after adventure in the trees, high grass and wild flowers that abounded there. Enough adventures took place there that we eventually created well-worn paths, barely visible from outside the fortress of the forest's cover. We'd investigate trash as if they were clues to a world beyond us and took solace between the low hanging branches above and the moss carpeted floor under.
What a great memory and a terrible reminder of how far the paths of life have removed me from that imagination and open-hearted excitement. I want to look at the world new...again. That's when I start feeling like I could change the world. That's when hope overwhelms me. That's when I become myself.
I love the person I am---most of her.
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