Feet steadied directly below me, I raise my head and look out far, far beyond my immediate landscape and I can see the infinite beyond. What seems small from where I am standing is, I realize, large beyond my imagination and in my heart I find this compelling. The what ifs and how abouts and if onlys tend to fade away when I put them into context of the great wide expanse and when I do this it comes to me: I don’t know much. I may worry and fuss and wrangle with what I imagine to be truth but when it comes down to it I am just an observer looking up and out and wishing for cohesion—wishing and wondering about what the heck is in store for me.
Over the Hills and Far Away,
Velvety smooth days that lead into calm un-reluctant evenings that find you sitting on the porch dreaming up your next perplexing adventure—one upon the other and then another and another so that even when you’re done dreaming and scheming you’re still left with that lingering feeling of excitement coupled with a warm blanket of well-being.
830. Salad dressing on the side
831. The Surgeon General
832. People who jog barefoot