Another little collection of zingers., these ones all of a piece. The image of looking down at my feet, for some reason at dusk and barefoot in the dust, and seeing hundreds of trails branching out from beneath them leading who knows where. Bizarrely, some point behind me, as though many past paths have all led to this one moment of stillness and choice.
Another little collection of zingers., these ones all of a piece. The image of looking down at my feet, for some reason at dusk and barefoot in the dust, and seeing hundreds of trails branching out from beneath them leading who knows where. Bizarrely, some point behind me, as though many past paths have all led to this one moment of stillness and choice.
Love that thought... and especially the idea that now is a moment if choice and stillness :-)