London Bridge was calling...

No, not falling...rather, it was calling...my name. And so I'm on my way. One of many grand adventures that this lifetime has offered. I feel blessed, more grateful than words can find, to be standing at this crossroads - remarkable moments filled with love and exponential personal growth shining in the rearview mirror; and down the road ahead, sparkling shades of joy and a soul's spirit dancing that inevitable dance of happiness. I've lived a lot of life, danced a lot of songs, and felt the whole rainbow of feelings in my young years, and for that I am thankful. Someone famous once said "That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet." And so life is about living - utterly and completely confident that the jungles of time and space hold only miracles and we are meant to experience those dreams that set our soul on fire.

London sets my soul on fire and my spirit dancing. I have five days until I find myself on a jet-plane - headed into the heart of England. My "Holiday"-esque adventure evokes a kaleidoscope of exhilaration, fear, gratitude, excitement, and joy. And while I am absolutely certain of my successes, I find myself filled with curious anticipation for the adventures ahead. As there are so many important people who get to share this experience with me, somewhat vicariously, I thought it a brilliant idea to create this journal. It's here if you want to read my story, or see my photos. And as honored as I will be if you decide to take this journey with me, I promise no offense if you choose not to. This is my story...of my life's adventure...and I intend to enjoy the ride.