Can you see us here?

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Jack ducking in and out of this underpass.  I can see him there.  Acadia National Park-Maine.
Pacific Coast Highway, in our small RV stopping along the way to admire the Pacific ocean. 


Here we are at the Grand Canyon in Arizona, Can you see the blonde haired boy walking about at the bottom playing in the water? 

Here we are hiding out in the playgrounds with other children of the world. 
This is the begining of realizing that we are not the CENTER of the world, This earth will not stop turning for us, we need to stay connected to the rest of the planet... by choice... by action.. The monuments of our country are sitting and waiting for us to appreciate them.  I want to be there when the boy soaks them in.  Unless I make the decision to MOVE... and GO... and EXPLORE... they will be lost to me, and him.
So if the motto I am supposed to be listening to is "We need to be the change we see in the world"  Then the change I want to see in the world is leaving a bit of our gifts OUT THERE!  Being kind and generous, humble and providing COMFORT to those we meet.
We can affect change not only by taking on the proverbial government "bad guy", but by being THE GOOD GUYS.
Jack and I want to be the GOOD GUYS outside of our bubble.
How do we get out of the bubble?
We walk,
We bike,
We drive,
We fly.  Out ..... of....... the...... bubble.......

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