Dreams and ambitions

Oh to be spontaneous.

I want to...
eat at cheap roadside diners, sleep in cheap hotels or under the summer stars.
bring a close friend.
dance with streetside musicians, sip coffee at paper lantern cafes.
paint, and actually be good at it. I want to paint under inspiration.
go clam digging in low tide, to feel the wet sand between my toes.
read a novel from cover to cover while laying in a hammock
take a long nap in the hammock.
taste something that looks questionable and love it. Something I've never seen before.
play piano...in a way that pleases the ear.

I need to...
love, love without holding back.
seek my King above all else

Good literature needs characters.

So, Jim Landis wanted me to blog. This is a first...and it's fresh bread.

I was thinking, and life is a lot like a book. Autobiographies make sense.
There are chapters to my life. Sometimes I look through the pages of the past and shake my head at the naivety, seeing now the foreshadowing that was always there.
There are chapter to my life. There are characters that deserve a few sentences, some that are constricted to specific chapters, and some that will weave in and out of the pages, growing and fading in importance. Some will leave you with weepy goodbyes and mutual understanding that the next chapter does not contain their name.
Great Characters will fade off the pages only to smack you in the face later, showing you how wrong you were, how old you've gotten, or how much you let die inside you, only for it to come back to life with memories they have sparked.