I think it’s the processes in life makes me who I am and helps me move forward. I realized this when visiting a childhood jumping rock that I last jumped from 50 years ago. I put my hand on the rock and said “Hello my friend. Thank you for still being here”. As I held my hand on the rock, feeling the texture and the heat from the sun, I recalled the many processes I had gone through over the years. It’s my common thread in all the processes that becomes my personality.
There is something magical about coming in contact with natural (outdoor) things that were touched in years past.
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