U.S. Soil

Back on the ground in the U S of A....and honestly, I believe I kissed the ground when I went running tonight. It's not that my experience was ugly, or painful by any means, but what I truly did realize is that I am blessed...blessed to be living in such a beautiful city, have an amazing job that I truly enjoy, friends that bring me sugar-free hazelnut non-fat cafes and really freedom. Flying in a small jet today, I was bouncing around in my seat. The actor type reading his wanna-be script was sitting next to me looking annoyed and I just looked at him and said..."do you know how spectacular San Diego is," and he rolled his eyes. With that, I smiled and laughed and said, "guess not...oh, and good luck with that role...I'm sure you'll be great."

My last few days were a pleasant surprise given that I was ready to go home. Experienced a flamenco show which was very cultural...it wasn't just visitors at the show we went to, but all types of locals that waited months to hear the guitarist, the singer, and the dancer on stage...one of the best. The music was heart-stopping, and the dancing was so overfilled with movement, I was frightened to walk out of the there without the passion I experienced inside.

Anyhow, I do already miss some of the people I met, but mostly the history. On the other hand, I am sooooo thankful to be home....to be going back to a job that I adore (unlike most the people I met there), and really, to hear loved voices... I thought I realized before how lucky I was, but not until now, do I realize that life is exactly how it should be...the cancelled flights, the unknown destinations, the continuous sunsets that seem to happen to fast, the beautiful cultures and people, and ultimately, the salt from the tears I shed because life is miraculous...even when everything you want goes wrong. Looking back, it was all the plan.

Scanning San Diego like it is within all of us and rejoicing in its beauty...