A new year dawns and as last year's book is put on the shelf, a fresh new book is being written in with the memories of new. So what stories did we bookmark in these books of old and what do we hope to write down this year for the goodness of our souls. For I do not know for what my future story holds but letting go of last year's book has given me hope in my soul. For our library is vast so let's make this stories last and last.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
I see my face in the mountain as it begins to fall, surely I will remember the adventures I took with grandpa as he told me of our family of rocks along the old creek. The rocks are now dust under my bare feet as I run up the trail trying to catch a glimpse of the super blood moon eclipse that only happened 3 times in my life. The dust has risen into the stars now that I have made it to the top of the mountain to see that big red moon on my 53 birthday. Is this it, I think, but there are other mountains and paths, one just only look to see. So we're to go from here or there I guess I just need to look at those ancestors of bright stars to guide me along life's endless seas.