Looking back at 4H, it reminds me of the simple things and putting it
all into perspective. Like raising
a calf for auction; It takes a lot
of hard work, a lot of commitment and a whole lot of love.
If you get lost and you loose track of those things, you loose track of yourself and I have defiantly have lost
track along the way. Life is
like a long road.... you just got to keep going straight. Man there are a lot of turns and I have
taken quite of few of them... and I'm just trying to get back on a straight
road.
A LOSS by Carlos Castano {click to listen}
Again, at a loss for words.
It’s funny to own a space where thoughts are expected to come. To overcome. To reveal, and sometimes, to conceal.
There are far and too few of these beautiful moments.
Again, at a loss for words.
To sit in a room full of comings and goings, and never knowing when to say stop, or go, or just a little bit more.
There are far and too few of these beautiful moments.
Again, at a loss for words.
Belief
in the right things at times unexpected. Fill a wall with ideas of
yesterday’s lunch and last night’s worries- to a fault, to never forget,
to always remember.
There are far and too few of these beautiful moments.
Again, at a loss for words.
Spread
out like children on a field of half-dreaming, and half God-moments.
God love. God safety. Nothing like the unmistakable feeling of
face-first into madness. Guided and mapped out clarity.
There are far and too few of these beautiful moments.
Again, and again, and again a loss for words.
I
am everything I always dreamed I would be. Sometimes more, often less,
but never lacking. I am sure that this is exactly how it was meant to
play out.
There are far and too few of these beautiful moments.
