Projection II

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A couple of pals have been encouraging me to write in public. With pleasure! Like almost any red-blooded English teacher, I would consider selling my soul to see my name on the shiny paper jacket of an old-fashioned book. The options between here and there, though...meh. I never wanted to be a blogger--who cares about my middling observations and opinions? I'm not generally all that inspired. With this exception:


That's the sun rising from the best spot I know to watch it, the south side of Kauai. To relish this scene, I will happily bound out of a cozy bed before dawn, day after day; and those who know me well know what an inspired feat that is.

I was proposed to under that tree, and at long last I will soon be back under it. Two decadent and desperately needed holiday weeks with this in my front yard--if that's not a good reason to start writing in public I'll never have one. And if the words alone don't sell tickets, the pictures should help. Thanks, Lara, for the travel adventure blog inspiration. Let's head to the middle of the ocean, and if that goes well, maybe beyond.

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  1. CourtneyDecember 17, 2012 at 8:55 PM

    I look forward to dip my toes into your blog posts, my friend. Bon voyage and kiss the Hawaiian air for me. - Courtney

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  2. jes kDecember 17, 2012 at 11:09 PM

    i literally squealed with delight to read your first words on here. cannot wait to see your stories and musings unfold. xx

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  3. UnknownDecember 18, 2012 at 11:08 AM

    Thanks to Courtney for posting this to Facebook. Great first post. I'm glad I was part of the inspiration. Enjoy paradise. I can't wait to read about it. I'll see you on the other side!

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    1. robynleeDecember 18, 2012 at 9:26 PM

      You ARE my inspiration, Lara! We'll try to post some pics that are familar for you. xo

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