No power was total, no power permanent, no power absolute.

Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.

Wait!" What?" I lowered my cup hastily, wondering if maybe there was a stray hair, or worse, a newly boiled bug inside my cup. You got to smell it first. It's the proper way to cup coffee." Cup coffee?" Taste it." What? Are you the coffee police or something?

That's when it struck me: how gorgeous we all were, even with cellulite (saw a lot of that) and stretch marks, scars and tattoos. Let me just say this, not single body was perfect, not even the fittest of women there.