Become Alive!
August 2016 Out of the mouth of babes.-- It was August, 2016 and Josh had left a little sign on my mantle. It could have been directed at any of the three adults living there, myself included. Today, though, it takes on new meaning. It's like Josh is exhorting me personally to keep pressing forward, to not just stop and settle. When I try to think about what makes me feel alive, I think of how I feel when I'm painting or writing. It's hard to explain. It's a private moment that I feel my most authentic self. I feel freedom to put pretense aside and just become alive in the moment. It's a place I find I can loose myself for hours and be completely oblivious of the loss of time. Not a mind numbing loss of time like television. More of a squeezing every last drop out of the moment. Josh lived that way a lot, squeezing the last minutes out of the day. The sign challenges me. Will I look more alive in 10 years? Not likely without some soul