tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325832882011-12-14T18:58:07.869-08:00I suppose that anyone, adult or otherwise, sane or otherwise, wise or otherwise, has believed it would be an excellent option, to simply "runaway." I'm fairly certain it's a commonality of human experience - the frantic urges to leave it all behind, to go away and never return.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04843640094301194874noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32583288.post-1155621066353535232006-08-14T22:43:00.000-07:002006-08-14T22:54:19.726-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5779/3563/1600/Mystic_Sedona_400w.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5779/3563/320/Mystic_Sedona_400w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />When i think of Sedona i think of quieting the mind and going to the center... center of the heart, following spirit... knowing that all is as it should be...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32583288-115562106635353523?l=runawayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04843640094301194874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32583288.post-1155428145243013652006-08-12T16:53:00.000-07:002006-08-12T17:15:45.263-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5779/3563/1600/mn_lakeshore.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5779/3563/320/mn_lakeshore.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A chase lounge. Granite pebbles smooth as glass. Row boats tied to a dock. A screened in porch. Delicate branches of weeping willows, reaching for the water. Minnows. Grandpa stretched out in a hammock tied between two Cottonwood trees, snoring. That's right, a lakeshore in Minnesota. Start up the BBQ - fresh Rainbow Trout on the dinner menu tonight...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32583288-115542814524301365?l=runawayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04843640094301194874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32583288.post-1155332663453648152006-08-11T14:41:00.000-07:002006-08-12T16:53:06.246-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5779/3563/1600/fiji.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5779/3563/320/fiji.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Today i'm dreaming about Fiji. Beautiful white power sand beaches. Silence interrrupted only by silky waves washing onto the sun drenched sand. Uh huh, i could runaway to there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32583288-115533266345364815?l=runawayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04843640094301194874noreply@blogger.com