LMTYT: Aunt Jackie


The weeks before Thanksgiving, Aunt Jackie went on a Costa Rican adventure by herself. Just because she was curious about Costa Rica. She met up with a tour group of other adventurers, but she didn't know any of them before she got there. Along the way, she texted pictures and notes to everyone who loves her back home.

Getting to be a part of Aunt Jackie's text thread is quite the fly-on-the-wall experience. Through her eyes, I have looked up at Volcano Chato from the foothills surrounding it. I've had a Scarlet Macaw squawk at me from a branch full of waxy leaves. I've even had the opportunity to zipline down into the rainforest, from high above the canopy of trees.

My very favorite accounts, however, are the stories she sends about the folks she meets. She shares food pics and dance videos and home tours, and she always shines light on the cooks, the dancers, and the proud families of the homes. She introduces every beautiful human by name, and relays what they do, what they love, and what made them laugh when she was there.

In the last several years, I've been privy to Aunt Jackie's odysseys through Cambodia, Thailand, Laos, and Vietnam, as well as an autumnal jaunt through England and Scotland. Presently, she is working through the vaccination shots necessary for a return to Vietnam in a couple weeks.

She's crisscrossed the United States too. Last spring she relayed a video of graffiti artists in action at the Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo, Texas. She got to meet a mother and son who spray-paint the same name, a name that belongs to someone they love, every time they pass through town.

All of the above, not even to mention Aunt Jackie's everyday interactions. I relish her stories about the Girl Scout who sweet-talked her into way too many cookies, or the handyman who's a Marine Corps veteran just like her, or the scruffy old car mechanic who bought some shares of Apple years ago and is quietly a millionaire.

My mom always says that Aunt Jackie is showing the rest of us how to live.
She is defying the aging process with a secret sauce called CURIOSITY. She takes the time to dig into places and foods and art and movements and music and sports that interest her -- and she learns about e.ver.y.one making those things happen.

Aunt Jackie is a mercenary for experience, and she is fully alive because of it.

People are THE BEST.
LoveLoveLove,


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