I'm feeling so peaceful inside this morning, more so than I have been in a very, very long time. Why is that? I'm not entirely sure. I know some of it is the anticipation of my trip next week - seeing new places, meeting new people, the road trip itself (it's all a journey, no?). I can't wait to be on the road. My gypsy spirit is in a...a... froth - much like the restless waves on the ocean in their anxiousness to kiss the shore. Funny that I can feel so peaceful and wound up at the same time. C'est moi.
"The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do just as one pleases."
Maybe that's it. Maybe it's allowing my soul its freedom. Uncaged and untethered are better conditions for any being.