“She heard drawers shutting and opening, doors creaking, and boxes being pulled out from under beds. “What are they doing?” she wondered. “What will happen next?” Very still she lay in her soft little bed with her familiar belongings about her: her postage stamp view of Rio harbor; her silver pig off a charm bracelet; her turquoise ring, which sometimes, for fun, she would wear as a crown, and, dearest of all, her floating ladies with the golden trumpets, tooting above their peaceful town. She did not want to loose these, she realized suddenly, lying there straight and still in bed, but to have all the other things as well, adventure and safety mixed --- that’s what she wanted. And that (the restless banging’s and whisperings told her) is just what you couldn’t do.” -The Borrowers
I’m learning about risks; they involve possibly loosing in some way… but could cause other things to be gained as well. Maybe things unseen? Just maybe. And fear… and what it looks like to give that up and just jump. There are moments where I want, desperately, for adventure and safety to be one in the same. I wish they understood each other and maybe tried to work together. But mostly I just want to live bigger and I see that in order to live to the fullness that I was created for… I must risk. I don’t exactly know what that looks like with some things but I do know that adventure is what I seek. I want to learn from everything I see! I don’t want to shut out what’s right in front of me. Africa, teach me. India, show me. Australia, open my eyes! Help me become a better Lindsay…
I’m so in love with life.
