I beginning to wonder if I've made a mistake. Should I have done this? It all started back in the garden, little round and smooth stones in a path that led across the shallow, trickling stream. You could step from stone to stone without falling into the water. I love those things. I was already out there, on the fifth stone, when I realized that they turned and did not head directly to the other bank. "What's this?" I wondered, and that wonder carried me away. About fifteen steps in, heading out into the deep part of the pond, I began to notice that each step was a little higher than the one before. "What's this?"
Up from the pond.
Over the hedges and the fence.
Through the tops of the trees surrounding the garden.
Winding in the wind to peek over the peak of the mountain.
Up into the blustery clouds.
Always one more step, just up and ahead.
And now I stand on this round, smooth stone high up among the drifting clouds. Where is the stone that was behind? What is the next step? Every once in a while I catch a glimpse of green or blue below, so far away. From this height, though it is day, I can see the stars faint in the dark blue above. What now? Up? Down? How long can I wait up here? I should keep moving, but I can't see the next step. I know, however, that I cannot stop here. Nothing is certain except this: You must keep going.
And so I close my eyes, breathe deeply the chilly air, and step...
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
