Or maybe it is just too much iced Starbucks?

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Every time I travel I am energized and struck by new possibilities. As the plane begins its descent, I wiggle in my seat and think: I could live here (or there or there). The world brims with sparkling promise, the way ocean waves shimmer and dance all the way to the blurry far off horizon on a blue June day.

As the plane lands, I feel so full of life. In a flash I understand completely why even tired old horses prance so excitedly on windy fine mornings. They smell change on the wind.

Suddenly anything seems possible.

I want to run to the edge of the boundaries—those fences I built or the world erected to contain me.

And then to push past that, and find the elusive place where I can live beyond old fears. Where I can revel. And completely relax. It could be anywhere. It could be inside me.

Will people think I’m strange if I prance in this spring wind?

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  1. #1 by Joe on April 5, 2015 - 1:57 pm

    Prance to your heart and soul’s content.
    Above all, live free of those old fears.

    • #2 by Elaine Olund on April 13, 2015 - 11:59 pm

      Thank you, Joe. It’s fine prancing weather lately. Hope you’re prancing as well.

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