Notes: Illustration by Pascal Campion with Quiet World. Inspired by Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes from Underground” (1864): “I want peace. I’d sell the whole world for a kopeck this minute, just not to be bothered.” (Source: finita–la–com)
I can't sleep…
Notes: Illustration by Pascal Campion with Quiet World. Inspired by Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes from Underground” (1864): “I want peace. I’d sell the whole world for a kopeck this minute, just not to be bothered.” (Source: finita–la–com)
Dive deeply into the weekend Mr K 💦🏄🏾
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Diving Karen. Diving, down, down, down.
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If you lucky you will arrive in Australia! 🌈
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If only I could be that lucky!
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ahhhhhhh
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Yes, and “ssssssshhhhhhhhhh”
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New depths of experiences waiting to be plumbed! Me? I am going for my first helicopter ride this weekend…can’t wait! Have a great one, DK!
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Wow. Look at you! Enjoy!
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It is the coolest experience, ever! Enjoy, Lori!
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Very excited, Dale…a bucket list item. And early next month, a hot air balloon ride. Woot! Woot!
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Oooh! Now THAT I haven’t done though was supposed to when my father opened his Re/Max office way back when. Never happened, sadly.
You are flying high lately! 😉
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Yes, getting all of these airborne pursuits out of my system…
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May only feed the fire for more!
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Wow!! … “I want peace. I’d sell the whole world for a kopeck this minute, just not to be bothered.” Illustration by Pascal Campion with Quiet World. Inspired by Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes from Underground” (1864) …
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Ahhh… the freedom to explore the depths of what makes my heart sing.
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in the silence of the depths! Yes…
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What a glorious photo!
My weekend is today. And only because it is raining so I’m not needed at the golf club. Can’t say I’m sad about it… breathe… then dive – into my packing of my house!
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Oh, the joys of packing. Yuch!
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Blech…
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On the occasions when I would find myself alone in a hotel, motel (while my Mother read in a deck chair, keeping watch), university or the above ground pool in my home of youth in the side yard by the Rose of Sharon shrubs nestled against the white lattice fence with peek a boo views of the of the neighbor’s cement Koi pond…I would float sometimes the dead man’s float (too long for my Mother’s comfort level) mostly the back float, an experience of bliss, just having the whole pool to myself, relaxing, buoyant immersed in the sun-drenched water my long hair loose, free flowing like my body my mind free to wander or not…once I skinny dipped (a beautiful teenager) and floated in our above ground pool in total privacy and I felt so totally free…I miss movement in the water…maybe we can go to a breathtaking, swimming lake this summer…we do go to a lake or two every summer though they are too deep and too cold for swimming…always wondered what it would be like to stand in a warm ocean…
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Sun drenched. I felt totally free…I miss movement of water. Warm Ocean. Beautiful. All of it.
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