Chain Mail
Dear Friend,
"Life has a way of draining me down to nothing but complaints sometimes, and really, nobody wants to hear that. The days have been good in their own ways, though. The remnants of winter are finally giving way to the warmer skies, and as usual, the ocean is calling me. Even in what I consider freezing weather, when presented with the ocean, it takes all my will-power not to go running in leaps and bounds straight down to the water and into the waves. I'm glad I have the ocean to hold my heart.
I've been completely lost in the story of an amazing woman named Kinga for two days now. I stumbled upon her name looking at recycled sweater jackets (I know, a mouthful, but they're phenomenal. www.katwise.com if you're curious about what I mean)... I guess that's not quite right, I was looking at the coats, then I started reading her stories from around the world, and that is when I learned about Kinga. Naturally, I read everything there was to read, including five years worth of emails. Her and her boyfriend, Chopin, hitchhiked around the world..literally. I attached a map, the red line is everywhere they've been. Kinga went on to hitch-hike through Africa alone. I don't know why, but I'm completely absorbed by this story....so you should check it out, maybe you'll get sucked in too. The best part? I got in touch with the girl Kat from the stories, and will hopefully hear from Chopin or Kinga's mom soon regarding the book she published... I feel like I've been speaking with quasi celebrities.
Life has been traveling at a miserable pace lately. I'm somewhere in limbo right now, trying to get my ducks how I like them, waiting for each to work out in its own way. Is acceptance really a necessary part of living? It is so hard for me to understand why things must be as they are, but whats harder is going against the stream and fighting to end up right where you started, or further. I don't believe in fate or destiny, but life has a way of shuffling along where and how you're supposed to be.
I don't know why all the talk about life. "
Always,
Trysh
"Life has a way of draining me down to nothing but complaints sometimes, and really, nobody wants to hear that. The days have been good in their own ways, though. The remnants of winter are finally giving way to the warmer skies, and as usual, the ocean is calling me. Even in what I consider freezing weather, when presented with the ocean, it takes all my will-power not to go running in leaps and bounds straight down to the water and into the waves. I'm glad I have the ocean to hold my heart.
I've been completely lost in the story of an amazing woman named Kinga for two days now. I stumbled upon her name looking at recycled sweater jackets (I know, a mouthful, but they're phenomenal. www.katwise.com if you're curious about what I mean)... I guess that's not quite right, I was looking at the coats, then I started reading her stories from around the world, and that is when I learned about Kinga. Naturally, I read everything there was to read, including five years worth of emails. Her and her boyfriend, Chopin, hitchhiked around the world..literally. I attached a map, the red line is everywhere they've been. Kinga went on to hitch-hike through Africa alone. I don't know why, but I'm completely absorbed by this story....so you should check it out, maybe you'll get sucked in too. The best part? I got in touch with the girl Kat from the stories, and will hopefully hear from Chopin or Kinga's mom soon regarding the book she published... I feel like I've been speaking with quasi celebrities.
Life has been traveling at a miserable pace lately. I'm somewhere in limbo right now, trying to get my ducks how I like them, waiting for each to work out in its own way. Is acceptance really a necessary part of living? It is so hard for me to understand why things must be as they are, but whats harder is going against the stream and fighting to end up right where you started, or further. I don't believe in fate or destiny, but life has a way of shuffling along where and how you're supposed to be.
I don't know why all the talk about life. "
Always,
Trysh