Normality is a paved road: it comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

~ Vincent Van Gogh


Precious Light

I woke to tears this morning. My own tears. I had no reason to cry and yet, they flowed.. I don't know if they were happy tears or sad tears.. it doesn't even matter.  When I left for camp this morning I turned to face this path. I have walked this path all of my life as this road has always been the road we used to enter the woods even as a child.  Looking upon it, the trees held drops of rain that sparkled like the tears held in my eyes.   Poison ivy and muscadine now grows over my old road as it should.. I realized in this moment like much of my life, this path has been retired.  There is a new path before me. A less worn down road. A place of adventure and possibility. Fare the well old road may you live held in the past..



There isn't always a trail to blaze.. sometimes the trail is missing altogether..

Sometimes the trail can't be seen..

Sometimes one must leave the trail and make their own way..

In all these instances I listen..

And follow that which isn't spoken..

To find my own way..

Which generally is the right way..

At least for me..

..I prefer the less traveled road.