It is the combination, the mixture, the juxtaposition of all the pieces that gets the mind, spirit and soul racing.
You hear the call to prayer from the loudspeakers.
It is beautiful and compelling.
You see the flag waving in the breeze. Red. Crescent moon. Star.
You see the crystal clear blue water.
The steps leading from your villa down to the bar/restaurant with lounge chairs nestled against the wood/stone deck and the Aegean Sea.
You hear guitars in the distance playing slow, thoughtful songs.
It is Sunday.
It is Bodrum, Turkey.
It makes you reflect on life and all the possibilities and yet all the self imposed limitations.
There is such texture to be felt.
So much more that just not failing.
Here there is the remembrance of striving to make it right one more time.
Give in to life.
Let go of doubt.
Let go of things and capture your soul again.
Can you hear your personal call to prayer each day.
Hear your personal call to more than getting to that to do list.
The call to prayer is a call to find your destiny….at any age.
The ageless experiment.
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