The Invitation: Camila's Next Big Adventure

I stand at the pinnacle, At the axis of dreams. I taste the salt in the air Watch as the wind erases my footsteps from the sand. Everything here is potential, Infinite possibilities spill out before me. Yet I remain frozen. Watching. Listening. A choice would destroy this moment, Bring me back to the finite world where my legs can only carry me as far as the next step. The sound of the sea washes over me, Mingling with the voices of a mother and her son As they scramble amidst the crumbling cliffside. We are so small, but our lives seem so big to us, Greater than the crashing of waves Or the setting of the sun. We feel to much And yet It is never enough. Just a drop of emotion in this vast universe. I stand at the pinnacle of my life, Watching the pelicans and gulls as they soar above the rocks, Watching as they desperately flap their wings to stay afloat beneath the midday sun. I am a speck on the horizon, A drop of life in the infinite universe, I feel the arm...

I saw God in the eyes of an old man, as my question about his café mexicano sparked nostalgia and a cascade of words to pour forth, recreating dusty memories to encompass and wrap themselves around the flavor of the drink I was holding. I felt God's touch in our kinship: the moment when he spoke of thatched huts, kind strangers, dusty roads, and that feeling you get when you soak in so much foreign life it feels like home. I touched his soul, or at least this man allowed me a glimpse that was so marvelous and rich I wanted to bare myself in the same way. But my words fell short of the reality I was experiencing. How can one begin to describe the overpowering current that pulls me onwards towards God's path? How could I honor this man and his experiences by comparing them with my own limited lifetime? JVC has opened a flood of possibilities. I am open and listening to God and the people around me: friends, family, especially strangers who respond to the siren call of shared exp...