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Dream A Little Dream ...

03/24/02 - I have a zest for life ... I cannot wallow. I am proud of my passion.


�If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavors to live
the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common
hours.� - Henry David Thoreau


However, zestful and passionate or not, I do have a little problem with that
endeavoring part. Maybe I get sidetracked (kids will do that to you) or maybe I
get stuck (exhaustion comes into mind here). But somehow I don�t think I�m
totally endeavoring to live the life which I have imagined. Oh yeah, once and a
while I get that feeling, like this is the way it�s supposed to be. That�s happened
to me while in the midst of a favorite moment, or favorite person, or actually even
a stranger. Last night I was enjoying a few moments of companionship with a
new friend, Jean-Claude. Yes, he was French and 27 years old. He spoke very
little English, though he was here getting some work training at our local think
tank. I think the language spoken there is mathematics, so his lack of English
wouldn�t be a problem. Jean-Claude and I were actually getting along, I was
straining my brain getting my seldom used French to kick in. And then he said to
me in perfect English ... I want to have you. Oh yeah? Yeah, you and everyone
else. I said no. But, it was a moment. That fresh, young face showed nothing but
passion at that point. I took it as a complement. I admired the passion, leave it to
the French.

Now this next part comes from my notebook that I�ve been carrying around in my
purse for the last year and a half or so. This notebook is just for the purpose of
noting this and that�s that come to me in my journeys here and there. This
particular passage was one of my first written there:

However, I have learned something - my heart heals and grows stronger and
larger. I�m a taker too. I take the best parts, the beauty, the depth and the
passion. I do not wallow in love lost ... I spring forth, alive in love shared. There
is more ... it is abundant.

I am proud of my passion.

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