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Thoughts on Being Lost

open Iowa back road highway with only a few cars

I love how the sun lays so effortlessly on my face, or the way my body recognizes a good song.
I think it’s wonderful when the wind caresses your skin, or a baby smiles.
I could spend hours counting cracks in the pavement or running blades of grass between my fingertips.
I laugh at the irony of an open world, but the odds of a gnat landing in my eye.
I love that in silence, my mind is the loudest.
I think that it’s beautiful when your heart feels completely full.
I cry on open highways, but I can’t trust these man-made metals to keep me alive.

We’re all searching to be found,
but I like being lost.

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️

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