The would-be-driver, making sure the “poisonous berries” get appropriate recognition on our river hike.
It’s not that I thought my six year old nephew was going to drive us home from his Wyoming school. So why did I try to jump in the passenger seat?
Hungry for more? More time? More money? More health? More wholeness?
Hungry for less? Less rushing? Less pressure? Less stress? Less fractured attention?
Please come on in! I’ve been collecting wins and losses for a few decades (and counting). I hope sharing them helps you on your adventure through your one wild and precious life.
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