Life has a way of swallowing you up when you’re not looking.  Lulled by the rhythm of routine that comes with the adult responsibilities of career, marriage, child-rearing, and parent-care, the hours turn to days; days to weeks; and weeks to years.  I call it coasting.  Wrapped in the cocoon of what we know and what we do, we forge ahead and rarely look outside ourselves to see that beyond our own margins there is more.  In a way, it’s a type of selfishness, but it is seldom a product of intention.  Instead it just happens, most likely of necessity; but, then one day, if we are lucky, we awaken from our black and white world.  And when we finally do, it is like being born again to a world where all the sights, sounds, smells, and touches come to life.  We begin again… Continue reading →