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That story, of why
do you talk so fast, reminded me of my trip along the California
coast from LA to San Fransisco. I was a budding photographer at
the time and oh so wanted to see Big Sur, since I had been weaned
on west coast photographers' works there.
So, with husband and kids in the car, we drove up the magnificent
coastline. I was so excited to see Big Sur that I was probably
moving ahead of the car speed. When we were near to where we thought
it was, we found ourselves "lost" in some beautiful
surroundings, looking for Big Sur. I must have had convinced myself
that there would be this big sign that said "You Are Here!".
But instead there was this one-pump gas station, with a 3 legged
dog, fleas feasting on his ragged body, a old boney man, sitting
on a stool who apparently was the owner of this station looking
at me as I bounced out of my car seeking Big Sur signs.
"Excuse me sir, I am lost."
"What?"
"I am looking for Big Sur, can you tell me the way?"
He said nothing. He slowly turned his head upward looked up at
the cloudless sky. Then he turned to the left while taking a deep
and delicious breath that seemed to fill him up with delight and
then turned his head to the right, shrugged his shoulders and
said, "I guess you have found it."
"This is it?"
"That's right."
So, I felt stupid at first, then realized that I was already there
and that you don't always need signs to be where you are supposed
to be.
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