SummerSimo Travel Troubles Notes and The Purring Page

I love the kick of not knowing, the fast beat of my heart when I jump into a new thing to do. Two things catch my heart most, like the best parts of my bold soul – walking in wild places and jumping from planes. These things start a fire in me, a strong wish to go past limits and say yes to not knowing what comes next. Walking is like a holy act for me. Every step shows me the beauty of the world. I walk in time with the earth, hear the leaves under my feet, and feel the wind on my skin. The path calls me, through green woods, big hills, and clean fields, each look more pretty than the one before. As I go on the hard ground, my senses wake up to the wild’s song. Birds sing to me, the smell of trees and flowers fills the air. I sweat, and it shows the big test in front of me. Yet, every hard step brings me peace, a break from the loud day-to-day world. Walking is not just for my body; it’s a trip deep into my soul. With each high place I reach, I see how big nature is, and it tells me my small place in all things. The path takes off all fakes, leaving me open and true, very close to the heart of life. Jumping from a plane, though, is a brave dance with falling, a sure jump into the endless sky. On the edge of the plane, my heart beats loud, full of fear and fun together. In that quick time, I hang between what I know and what I don’t, just a tiny bit against the huge sky. Then, with a deep breath, I jump, going with the rules of moving and the air’s play. Air hits me, telling me I won’t live forever and how breakable life is. Yet, right then, I’m more alive than ever – every bit of me full of power and drive. As I drop to the ground, time goes slow, each tick long like forever. What’s below opens like a moving picture, colors and shapes mix into a beautiful view. Hanging there, I’m free, no chains of normal life or what people want from me. When the parachute opens, a big calm falls over me, quiet in the wild drop. I glide soft, just watching the world, my way of seeing things changed by this short look at forever. As I come down quiet, I’m part of everything, small in the big dance, but big in my own life. Both walking and jumping out of planes need bold hearts, to say yes to not knowing and face deep fears. But it’s in these open times that I find my true self, all fakes gone, and open to the deep truth of life. In the wild paths and high skies, I find a big link to all around me, a way to see my place in all things. Each step, each jump, shows the strong spirit in me, saying no to just okay and normal. These are not just things I like to do; they are parts of me, a joy of the great chance we all have. When I get lost in the wild or the wide sky, I feel new, ready, and strong to face what comes. So, I’ll keep going after these times of going past the now, these quick looks at forever that tell me of life’s beauty and how it can break. With every high place I reach and every drop I take on, I’ll come out stronger, smarter, and more in tune with the beat of everything. In these holy things, I don’t just find fun but a deep link to what living really means.