This May, at month's end,
marks two years I've been out west.
And you really wouldn't believe all the adventures I've had.
All the things that I've seen, and all the things that I've done,
that I know may seem just plain old ordinary to most people,
but you see,
to me- they've been extraordinary.
I buckled my feet into skis,
and I ran my first race.
I shucked oysters, pulled fresh from the bay.
I filled weekends hiking longer and farther then my legs knew they could climb.
I was accepted as a member to a board which supports an incredible cause.
I sniffed and I swirled and I tasted wine fit for a king.
I have stopped and seen seals bobbing up and down in the bay.
image is my own
I witnessed whales gliding majestically through the pacific.
I've met interesting people and devoted friends.
I allowed my heart to guide the way,
and, er, in one instance, my head may have been too far in the clouds.
I have felt scared, and anxious and sometimes lonely.
But... Ive also experienced joy, and pride
and the overwhelming sensation of pure satisfaction,
for a job well done
for a fear conquered
for turning disbelief into reality
for challenging my mind and pushing my body
for making the smallest
and simplest pleasures