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by Jessi Lohman
Are you a fan of exotic lands, tropical places, good food and making memories that last a lifetime? (Who isn’t, right?) In honor of your traveler’s spirit and to inspire you to plan your next wild and crazy adventure, today’s post is for you.
We don’t travel to escape our life. We travel so life doesn’t escape us.
Break down the barriers. Plan that next trip. There is an entire world waiting to be discovered, enjoyed and loved by you.
The single best place to get my travel-twinkle-toes wet was Costa Rica. After watching this short (under 60 seconds) video – you’ll see why. Fair warning – it’s a jungle out there.
Thank you for being a Finding Yourself in a Suitcase supporter. There is always, always, always something to be thankful for. Today, my reason is you.
by Jessi Lohman
My grandmother once said, “Grief is the price we pay for love.” - Prince William
My goodness, 2014 has been a toughie.
There has been a great deal of loss and hardship. In the loss of gems in my life, I’ve come to the realization that God gives us only what we can handle. Apparently God thinks I’m a bad ass.
In all the of the activities which have taken priority, I did not feel in the right mind to announce a huge victory of mine. Honoring the silver lining in the year- I’d like to announce the official release of Finding Yourself in a Suitcase. There have been a few informal releases, however, now it has gone mainstream.
I believe there is an adventurous side to all of us. Sometimes it’s dormant. Or we feel trapped. There many even be some of us who see others having adventures and our hearts cry inside, “I want to go!”
Sure, I wrote Finding Yourself in a Suitcase for you.
I also wrote it for someone else.
The one who thinks traveling is something extraordinary people do. Who can’t imagine what it would be like to stand in an exotic place. Even a little afraid to breathe foreign air.
I wrote Finding Yourself in a Suitcase for you. Because once upon a time I never thought I could do those things. Plain, average – No – You are every bit as extraordinary. I wrote the books so you would find the courage, drive, excitement and willpower to invest in your own dream…
To invest in your own adventure…
To invest in you…
More are on the horizon and I thank you for being so supportive of my writing career.
You are a dream come true!by Jessi Lohman
My incredible Kari
Not so long ago
Became among my closest
Of all friends
So dearly more important
Became my family
No words to describe
Your equivalent in my heart
Filling my days
With so much joy
Laughter surrounding us
Until we nearly burst
Your magical ways
Making hardship seem fun
My heavy loads
Forever lighter around you
Infinite memories of mischief
Secretive stories of sisterhood
You had me;
I had you
Sheltering life’s heartbreaks
Inviting the best
Life had to offer
Taking the world by storm
I made for a lucky sidekick
Front row seat
Forever in awe of you
So beautiful and amazing
Limitless talent and skill
Unique in every way
Twice what most
Could ever dream to be
No court can do justice
For the honor reserved
Preserved for eternity
In my hall of fame
So many young loved ones have crossed over into the next adventure the past few months. As with anyone we love, of course I wish I could have more time with these people. I am grateful, however, for the happy memories I do have and for the many ways my life has been enriched by knowing them.
March 7, 2014, my sweet cousin, Kari, joined my friend Julie on the other side. Kari was the type of person who was very unique in how she conducted herself in our relationship. We were very close, and she afforded me the unconditional love and understanding to share anything, no matter what – free from judgment. Her one desire was to allow me to live my journey, as I allowed her to live hers…and love one another no matter what.
Few friends have the types of adventures we did. Always pushing the envelope, hungry to experience new things. Finding humor in the craziest of places.
I’ve been in the process of writing a collection of short stories. Here is one of my favorites to share with you. In the spirit of my friend, feel I welcome you to withhold judgement as we enjoyed this wonderful journey together.
PICKING UP HITCH HIKERS
by Jessi Lohman
Brake lights filled our windshield. Several squeaks sounded around us. Traffic came to a screeching halt.
My cousin, Kari and I were headed for Honolulu, Hawaii for a week. Auntie Heidi, Kari’s Mom, drove us toward Oakland Airport. We were running about fifteen minutes late and the view of a stopped freeway had me murmuring a swear word or two under my breath. Auntie Heidi switched on the radio, trying to hear a traffic report update.
“Bad news on westbound 880,” the newscaster said. “We’ve got an assailant with a gun. An officer is down.”
Cop shootings are on my list of least-favorite events. There was a risk more heroes could be injured. We were surrounded by hundreds of cars, paralyzed in a gridlock. A helicopter flew over the car.
“Not only is this situation bad, but there is a pretty solid chance we will miss our flight,” Kari said.
“Let’s get our stuff,” I said, cracking open the door.
“Thinking about hitch hiking?” Kari asked.
“If that’s the only way we can get there, why not?”
“I’m with you. Let’s go,” Kari said, cracking her door open too.
Auntie Heidi honked her horn at the both of us.
“Excuse me,” she said. “What do you two think you are doing?”
We closed our doors.
“We are going to hitch hike to the airport,” we said.
“Over my dead body. We are in Oakland. Do you know what they do to people in Oakland?” She asked.
“There are good people everywhere, even in Oakland,” I said.
“Besides, it’s a great way to meet people,” Kari said.
“You two are crazy. Not to mention, reckless. If you’re going to do crazy things like that, it’ll have to be in Hawaii, because there is no way I’m letting either one of you out of this car. If you do go, I will never take you to the airport or pick you up ever again.”
“But we will miss our flight,” I said.
“At least you’ll have another flight,” she said.
Kari glanced at me. “We’ll catch the next one.”
* * *
“I’m sorry, there are no other flights to Honolulu tonight,” the flight clerk said. Her narrow face and button nose reddened at the pressure of trying to please.
“Look, we almost had to hitch hike here,” Kari said. “Is there any way our flight was delayed or can we just squeeze onto it somehow?”
“Your flight is on the runway, taking off. There is nothing I can do at this point,” she said. “The only other flight headed to Hawaii at all tonight is going to Hilo.”
“We’ll take it,” Kari and I said at the same time.
We booked our flight, checked our luggage and danced our way through security, smiling ear to ear. Yes, we were going on vacation today. Memories would begin to be made, starting tonight.
“Wait a second,” Kari asked. She turned to me, a puzzled expression on her face. “Where the hell is Hilo?”
“I have no idea.”
* * *
So Hilo, Hawaii, was ridiculously, stone-cold, boring. There was nothing going on anywhere despite the dozens of locations we searched for it. No rock or bridge was left unturned as we searched for action.
Kari and I decided enough was enough. We rented a silver Mustang convertible and tore off to drive around the island. The scenes were amazing, lush greenery jungles encasing wide, refreshing rivers and beautiful bridges. The sun glimmered off the landscaping as we weaved in and out against the mountainsides.
Our first stop: Ice Cream.
It’s all about the Vanilla Macadamia Nut ice cream, Baby! We got out waffle cone ice cream scoops and continued on our way, ice cream flying here and there in the wind. Kari had plunked her cone in a bowl and was sipping it (warm air makes ice cream melt fast).
We finished with minor incident until she asked me to put the ice cream bowl in the glove compartment until we found a place to dispose of it. I opened the compartment as a Mack truck passed us, sending energetic wind throughout the inside of our vehicle. The bowl slipped from my grasp and sprayed ice cream residue across the passenger side dash board. Kari laughed so hard, she almost flipped the convertible.
Swerving around a corner, trying to stay on the road, a young and decently dressed hitch hiker stood on the side of the road. He saw us and stuck his thumb out, we slowed, trying not to hit him, but passed on by. He shrugged in our rear view mirror wondering why we wouldn’t pick him up.
Kari felt bad.
She asked if we should go get him and pulled over so we could discuss it. I decided we could, but only with the assistance of a Hitch Hiker Application. After all, we were two women alone in an exotic place and safety comes second.
Here is the Application we drafted for the hitch hiker:
HITCH HIKER APPLICATION
2. Intended Destination:
3. Location of Residence:
Yes or No:
1. Are you escaping a crime scene?
2. Are you an axe murder?
3. Have been convicted of a felony or misdemeanor?
4. Are you a sexual predator?
5. Do you rob people?
6. Are you on Probation or Parole?
7. Do you have any weapons on your person?
1. Number of Siblings/Children:
2. Location of Parents:
3. Contact Information in Case of an Emergency (as we accept no liability or our behavior or responsibility for passenger safety)
Rules to be Abided by Hitch Hiker at All Times:
1. Subject to body and property search at any time without notice.
2. Pat down minimal search prior to entering the vehicle.
3. Hitch Hiker may be traded upon location of new Hitch Hiker upgrade at any time.
4. No touching in the car.
5. Identification must be submitted and is required for transport.
6. Hitch Hiker is to be separated from belongings at all times.
7. No animals.
8. Hitch Hiker is to remain in front passenger seat at all times.
9. If Hitch Hiker violates any of these terms, they will be immediately ejected from the moving vehicle.
“How does this look?” I asked, showing Kari. She gave me the thumbs up.
“Should we turn around and go get him?” She asked.
“Let’s do it. Two days ago, we could have been hitch hiking. And we aren’t weirdoes or anything.”
Kari looked at me.
“Okay,” I said. “We aren’t that weird.”
Kari turned the car around and we flew toward our target. I tucked the Hitch Hiker Application down the top of my shirt so it wouldn’t get blown out of the car and held on. Wind whipped through our hair as we kept our eyes glued to the sides of the road.
He was nowhere to be found.
She looked at me in disbelief.
“How the hell does someone lose a Hitch Hiker?” She asked.
“What a depressing thought,” I said. An idea came to me and I sat up straight and patted her arm. “Hey, even if we didn’t find him, we could still tell people we did.”
She laughed, the idea cheering her up.
“We can’t tell anyone about this. Both our Mom’s would be lose it,” she said.
Settling into a state of melancholy, several minutes passed in silence.
Kari was the first one to break the silence.
“I’m so sad,” she said.
“Oh yes, me too,” I said.
“The worst part is we didn’t get to share our Hitch Hiker Application with anyone else.”
“You think that if we drive fast enough, we could catch up to one of the cars that may have picked him up?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot.” Smiles back, we flew down the road, crossing our fingers that we would be in luck.
Sure enough, twenty five miles later, we spotted him and drove past him, waving. This time, we knew we had to pull over. I mean, what were the odds of finding the same hitch hiker twice in the same day?
He ran up to the car and introduced himself as Trevor.
“Is this your final destination?” Kari asked.
“Sure is,” Trevor said. We looked at him disappointed and he thought for a moment. “To be honest, I don’t have plans tonight. So if you need a travel guide, I’m your guy.”
Kari and I exchanged looks.
“Since you don’t have plans, we will take you up on that offer,” Kari said. “We just have a few questions for you. Where’s the Hitch Hiker Application?”
I dug it out from inside my shirt and Kari laughed at me. Trevor averted his eyes, blushing. We shrugged, must be a polite young man.
Here were Trevor’s answers:
HITCH HIKER APPLICATION
1. Name: Trevor (Last name omitted for purposes of anonymity)
2. Intended Destination: Where ever the night takes us.
3. Location of Residence: Friend’s House, Hawaii.
Yes or No:
1. Are you escaping a crime scene? Not at the moment.
2. Are you an axe murder? I’m a student studying to be an Orthopedic Surgical Assistant.
3. Have been convicted of a felony or misdemeanor? Neither.
4. Are you a sexual predator? Not unless I’m invited. By definition, that makes me not a predator.
5. Do you rob people? Nope.
6. Are you on Probation or Parole? Never been on either.
7. Do you have any weapons on your person? I do have a knife. I’m happy to be searched for others. You can hang on to my knife for the night, if it makes you feel more safe.
1. Number of Siblings/Children: None and None.
2. Location of Parents: Seattle, Washington.
3. Contact Information in Case of an Emergency (as we accept no liability or our behavior or responsibility for passenger safety): Friend’s information.
We climbed in the car, I sat with Trevor’s belongings in the back and he rode shotgun. He showed us several secret beaches. After we had a little too much sun, we knew it was Mai-Tai-Thirty. We stopped at the first bar we saw. As we hopped out of the convertible, both of us eyed Trevor.
“I’m in my mid-twenties, yes,” he said, answering our question before we could ask. “Also, you totally checked my ID when I got into the car.”
I nodded, remembering this was a fact.
As we walked into the bar, we ordered three Mai Tai’s. The bar tender looked at us and sighed. Really? What else are you supposed to order in Hawaii?
“So what’s your story?” We asked Trevor.
“Had a falling out with my family. A big one. Sort of resulted in my getting ex-communicated.”
“Doesn’t sound like you ‘sort of’ did anything. More like you knocked it out of the park. So tell us what happened.”
“Nope,” he said. “We’re not going there. I will tell you that a friend of mine asked me to come to Hawaii since my family didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. Being that I’d never been to Hawaii, I packed my crap and relocated.”
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“A year and a half,” He said. “After six months, I decided to go back to school. Applied and got in.”
“Sounds like quite the story.”
“Not the greatest story of all time,” he said. “I’ve been doing nothing but school and studying. I’m so overjoyed to hang out with a couple hot girls today. I’ve been bored out of my mind.”
“Well, we enjoy meeting new people,” Kari said. “Especially if there are bars involved.”
“She rarely ever even drinks,” I said. “Not the case with me.” I pointed my thumb to my chest and nodded in secret that I was the typical drunk of the two.
“So how long have you two been barhopping together?”
Kari and I had a history of making friends in bars. We considered ourselves to be semi-professionals at it. Following suit, we turned to our neighbors and began the process of making friends. Before long our entire end of the bar was swapping stories of travels of the past. As we listened, we booed during tragic and sad parts of their lives, cheering when we could celebrate. We heard about their parents and friends and kids.
I looked at Kari.
“It would be so fun to have kids together,” I said.
“No,” she disagreed. “No way. Because knowing my luck, mine would have down syndrome.”
A guy sitting on the other side of our hitch hiker burst out laughing at our conversation. He whistled to the bar tender. “Charlie,” the man said to him. “I’m buying them a round.”
“Thank you,” Kari said.
“So very kind.”
We clinked our glasses.
“Down the hatch.”
After we sipped our drinks, Trevor got up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” We asked.
“Outside to smoke,” Trevor said. “Be back in a few.”
I looked at Kari.
“Worst case – he doesn’t come back,” I said.
“True story,” Kari said and we laughed.
“So, then, who’s this guy?” Our new friend asked, pointing toward Trevor as he walked out the bar door.
“Oh him?” Kari began. “He’s our hitch hiker.”
“You’re kidding,” he said.
“Oh no, definitely not kidding,” I said.
“They aren’t kidding,” Trevor said, chuckling. “Forgot my lighter.”
A large cheering rose up at the bar.
“Charlie,” the man said to him. “I’m buying them another round.”
“So am I,” another man said.
“Count us in,” a couple in the back shouted.
Pretty soon, we had to find a place to stay.
We left soon thereafter and continued on our way. Stumbling through beautiful Kona. We stopped to gaze at the sunset and grab dinner. We got a room at the Marriot and took the Hitch Hiker to the hot tub with us.
He, for whatever reason, thought he and I should hook up and made several attempts to sleep with me throughout the night…none of which were successful. If I don’t have random sex with other tourists in Mexico or Hawaii, what are the chances of sleeping with a Hitch Hiker? That’s right…nil.
So we all laid awake. He was scared I might hurt him after his tenth failed attempt to get some and my threatening to throw him off the balcony in his sleep if he touched me one more time. Kari was afraid he would jack our stuff and I was really warm. (I am like a furnace when I sleep so being under down comforter’s and squished between two people (as we originally were) wasn’t ideal.
In the morning, Hitch Hiker wakes up and scrambles to the window. “Oh no, it’s sunny outside, I have to go to work!”
So off we went to take the panicking hitch hiker who hadn’t had any sleep to his make-shift job as a roofer. We dropped him off, nearly late for work, and off we went to see what other kinds of trouble we could draft up together. Those are stories of a different kind, to be told at a later date.
I will forever miss my beautiful Kari. No travel buddy will quite provide the flair she did. So many young, taken before their time. The truth remains I could be next. Who knows what time is left for me and the other loved ones in my life?
We are all on borrowed time. Nothing lasts forever, although sometimes we wish they would. If we lasted forever, we wouldn’t have the opportunity to value one another the way we do. Kari, just like Julie, will have a big piece of my heart all my life.
I know what Kari’s wish for me would be. She would want me to continue living adventure after adventure until I meet her on the other side. In honor of both Kari and Julie, I will live my life to the fullest and travel the world with their memory in my heart.
by Jessi Lohman
Tell me a story.
Share the last time you were fired up about something. I want to hear about your priorities. When have you been spicy?
What is life supposed to consist of? Think deep. Think hard.
Having a little moment with myself recently, I asked myself the same questions. My answer might surprise you.
I think life is all about Fire.
“Jess,” my inner self whispers. “As in…Lighting things on fire, like a total pyromaniac?”
“Ahem,” my judgy jerk self says. “That’s arson. A felony, I might add.”
Don’t light your house on fire. That’s not what I’m saying. Don’t burn down your nearest school. I’m not recommending you light your nemesis’s hair on fire. Even if it will teach them a lesson. Or make you famous on YouTube.
Life is fire. Fire is life. Sparks and embers, leaking out into your existence, paving your visions of the future. Lighting your heart on fire, in a crazy frenzy of meaningful purposefulness.
Arson is for suckers. Letting your campfire get out of control is irresponsible. Allowing yourself to get so excited about the possibilities at your fingertips makes you the stuff Legends come from.
Tell me a story.
What are your priorities?
Light your world and life on fire in the places it will make the most difference. Blow warmth into places that haven’t seen the light for a while. Torch a new path to places you’ve never been with the assistance of familiar framework.by Jessi Lohman
There are places I’ve never seen
They call to me
Inviting my spirit
Across the lands
No ocean too wide
My soul calls back
Green light on the horizon
Elusive pot of gold
Hidden beyond a rainbow
Seducing the heart
Of this wanderer
Can you remember your last vacation?
True. Vacations can be expensive and take up time you can’t spend away at the office. There’s something else though- overwhelming.
Vacations can be overwhelming.
What’s THAT about?
There are so many places to go, not to mention the logistics can be daunting.
The truth? You’ve still got to do it.
Vacations are what make you feel alive and give you back control of your time.
Pick one of the following and commit to making it happen before the end of the year:
Plan a trip to go exploring something new with family.
Or go visit your loved ones at a different location.
Family (and friends…those we elevate to family status) are our treasure. Nothing matters more. When in a place and time where one of these treasures is on the brink of being lost…you’d do anything to save them. Anything to protect them.
Hold your treasure close, experience this world with them. Make memories. Enjoy the time you have. The world is our playground. Yours and theirs.
Chase the sun until it sets.by Jessi Lohman
There was a knock on the tree.
“Who could it be?” The owl thought.
Answering the door, it appeared to be a stranger.
The stranger was tall. He stood in the shadows. She sucked in a breath and tried to catch a glimpse at the face. Reaching over, she tried to catch the face in the light of the moon.
A husky laugh filled the air.
It was no stranger at all. In fact, it was someone she knew very well. He stepped into the tree-hole and he wrapped his wings around her. Bringing her into a hug that felt like home.
“Hi,” he hooted in her ear.
She furrowed her feathers at the sound of his voice…
Everyone has a story to tell. One of my favorite past-times has been helping people write their stories, bring them into reality. Give them a format where their memories, creativity, knowledge, experience and imagination can be shared. Their gifts to the world can be enjoyed by others.
If you had one thing to share with the world, what would it be?
Everyone has a book inside them.
What is yours about?
Don’t let your story get consumed by the distractions of daily life. Get it out there. If you aren’t able to, get some help. Find someone that can help you make your mark in the world. No one can share your story – but you.
Fan the Flame
Dusty cold stone hearth
Sweep out the ashes
Locate your kindling
Arrange it in an effective way
Strike the match
Ignite the spark
Blow life into flame
Watch it catch fire
Creative warmth for all
Preserve lives you’ve yet to meet
Rearrange the atmosphere
Gift a place to promote kindness
Encourage the embers
Stir life into places
Long since withered
by Jessi Lohman
Finding Yourself in a Suitcase will be available on
Kindle, iBook, Nook and 10 additional distributors in March, 2014.
Why have I gone digital?
eBooks can be carried 6,000,000 to 1 paperback.
Although I love the feel of a book in my hand, the truth is to respect my environment more, and spare my back with the boatloads of books I purchase…
It’s time I took my writing more serious. Now I have a dream worth fighting for.
Finding Yourself in a Suitcase tells the story of how I wanted to live a small, simple life. Life, however, had different plans. Several trips crossed my path and it was through those adventures I was introduced to who I was meant to be.
My Journal Entry: May 5, 2009 (Not included in the novel)
Things are great. Casey is a great traveling companion and we have had a ton of hilarious experiences already. We initially flew into Rome and spent one night there. Our hotel is a twenty minute walk from the Colosseum. And we are looking forward to spending the final five days in Rome. The past four days have been in Sorrento. We have seen the Naples tain station, missed a train had to buy new tickets, rode other little trains around to Pompei to see ruins and have been enjoying the most amazing food imaginable. We have been putting down the greatest bottles of wine and are very excited to head to Florence tomorrow morning. We will be there for 5 days. Will write more when I can. Loving Italia! Caio!”
Charging the Solar Panel of my Heart
Lighting up the Circuits of my Feeling
Expressing the Wonders of Life
-Michael Bennett, Yogini and Visionary
Your life is a watermark.
Each drop of your energy, drips into the pool of humanity… in turn, each drop expands and influences the lives of those around you.
Energy is powerful. Capturing enough energy to ripple in every direction, to interact with the pond of humanity – causing a ripple effect, a gift, with your day. This experience will reward your heart with a great sense of purpose and fulfillment.
Do you have a method to gather energy?
There are different types of energy: Positive, Negative, Tiresome, Dramatic, Etc.
You have the power to become a Master, able to wield the power of energy. You can choose the type to wield. For me, I lean toward Positive Energy. Positive Energy grants me strength and endurance, as well as elevates my soul to experience joy.
There are two fundamental ways I summon Positive Energy and capture it to enhance my day:
1 – Perform two Sun Salutations
2 – Spend 10 Minutes in Reflection
While researching Sun Salutations, I found there are a variety performed in various ways. If you have a method of performing them, I encourage it. Otherwise, I’ve included below, the Thirteen Steps on how I perform it.
1. Mountain to Namaste
Stand with both feet touching on the floor. Bring your hands together, palm to palm, in a prayer position – at your heart center. Exhale. The prayer position is called Namaste – it symbolizes all that is good within you, honors all that is good in others. One additional step I take, is to dedicate an intention for my practice. Love, Hope, Faith, Encouragement, Strength, etc. – these are examples of intentions. If there is a loved one undergoing an interpersonal struggle of some kind, I will also dedicate my practice to them and as act of love.
Inhale while raising your arms upward, stretching up toward the sky. It feels good to me when I do a slight back bend here, however, this is optional.
3. Forward Fold
Exhale and slowly bend forward and release your arms to the floor.
4. Flat Back
Slowly raise your upper body, inhaling until it is parallel with the floor.
5. Forward Fold
Exhale and slowly bend forward and release your arms to the floor.
6. Downward Dog
Place your hands on the floor and keep your arms straight, raising your hips and placing your feet as flat on the floor as possible.
Lower yourself down into a push-up stance, keeping your body straight.
8. Lower and Arch
Lower yourself to the floor as though doing a push up and press your shoulders and head up, arching backward.
9. Downward Dog
Keep your hands on the floor and raise your hips, placing your feet as flat on the floor as possible.
10. Forward Fold
Step or hop your feet to where your hands are pressed into the ground. Plant your feet and exhale, slowly bending forward and releasing your arms to the floor.
11. Flat Back
Slowly raise your upper body, inhaling until it is parallel with the floor.
12. Forward Fold
Exhale and slowly bend forward, releasing your arms to the floor.
13. Raise to Namaste
Inhale while raising your arms upward, stretching up toward the sky. Slight back bend is optional. Exhale and bring your hands together, palm to palm, in a prayer position – at your heart center. Exhale. Remember your intention. Namaste.
Repeat steps 1 – 13 to complete two cycles.
Ten Minutes in Reflection
Each day, I spend ten minutes in reflection. There are several items I contemplate during this disciplined time of devotion. Here is a list of some of those items and how you can apply it in your own experience:
- Contemplate where you are in life.
- Contemplate where you are going in your life.
- Reflect on your purpose.
- How are you living your life every day?
- How can you improve the next day?
Remember you have the right to love, to smile, to be happy, to share your love and to receive it also.
Wield it in your palm
Create your ripple
A work of art
Whom can you help?
Whom can you touch?
Let the world know
Where you stood
Where you walked
In what passions
You found love
Capture your energy
Allow the movement
To flow from your life
Caressing those around
Steering their shps
Toward loftier viewsby Jessi Lohman
The Pegasus Story is…
There once was a beautiful Pegasus with a sweet spirit. He tried to make friends with a herd of unicorns. As they were unable to fly and he had no horn to compare, they went their separate ways.
“Certainly, there must be more to life than this,” the Pegasus thought. In that moment, the Pegasus decided he wanted to make his life a more exciting experience.
First, the Pegasus decided to get healthy. He ate healthier plants and spent time exercising and honoring his body. One day at a time, his confidence began to rise. One, two, three notches and so on.
One morning, he woke up to the sun shining. He realized he loved being the Pegasus.
All of the unicorns noticed the difference, too. They began to appreciate this fun, exciting and healthy Pegasus with the confidence. They strived to make more of their lives as well.
The Pegasus made friends with the unicorns and he realized he did not need them to fly. Furthermore, the unicorns realized they didn’t need the Pegasus to have a horn.
Other unicorns came from all around. Pegasus’s from far away lands came too. They gathered around him to hear them talk about how they accomplished so much.
“I had to learn to flirt with life,” the Pegasus said. “Do this and you will have an exceptional life.”
The End.by Jessi Lohman