A Million Little Things

I would love to live in the moment but at any given moment in time so many thoughts are traversing my brain. How will I accomplish my goals? Has too much time passed? What if this happens? What if that happens? Do I look cute in these jeans?

A million little things. 

I would love to travel alone. Find a nice cabin on the side of a mountain and just be.

It would not be so bad to have a travel companion if that someone could be silent with me. We could listen to the tree leaves. An Arapaho proverbs says that , 'All plants are our brothers and sisters. They talk to us and if we listen, we can hear them.' What would a 500 year old tree speak of? Would I recognize its voice over the cluttered noise of my own thoughts. I guess I would have to go there and listen. If there were someone listening with me, would he hear a different story? 

Or would I be afraid? Afraid of the noise of the unfamiliar. Having forgotten my longing desire to get away alone, would I sit with the cabin doors locked awaiting the sunrise?

Who has time to get away when there are a million little things to do.? The holidays are around the corner. Travel is imminent. Family, food and festivities. So far from aloneness and quiet. 

Maybe I will take a holiday from the holidays. My birthday is in January. I could plan a weekend getaway with myself. I think I need to research this more. What would my google search entry be? How to be with yourself and away at the same time?

I don't know. Any suggestions?





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