With the daunting task of school behind me, I am now left sitting alone in nothing but silent reverie. The yearning desire to climbing mountains and walk their ridgelines will always persist but perhaps it is time to unearth a different adventure… an adventure of experiences, travels, of different mountains, and a new meandering path. I plan to return one day to the lands that call my name and sing the tune of my heart but for now I am stuck. I am wedged between a very hot greenless flat dwelling and a burning desire for something more beautiful exhilarating and dangerous. I’ve safely crossed raging rivers using bridges and sturdy trees for years… its changing. I am at the end of my towering resilient bridge. Left with tottering rocks to play a perilous balancing act. Will I fall in the uncontrollable swift waters or will the next rock hold strong? No doubt I will fall but I also know there will be rocks that have withstood the endless battering waters of time and hold as I stand upon it. The trick is finding the ones that wobble just enough for you to keep your balance but allow for an excited giggle of relief.
