Big Boots

“When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.” A.A. Milne


The days are ticking by; the swinging of the pendulum going back and forth, back and forth, propelling time forward. Each swing a second closer. My life is slowly flipping upside down, in a good way, but upside down non the less. I am in the final count down. I’ve almost reached the month mark and then I will be off on some sort of adventure that I can only guess at what is in store. In one month I will be headed to New Jersey and then a week after that I am off to the far shores of South Korea..

With that anticipation comes the preparation. I am starting to compile a list of what I need,  documents to finish, bags to pack, a language to learn and shoes! One cannot start an adventure without the proper shoes.  But shoes tend to stress me out and become obsessive. Part of that is because I don’t have the best feet and feet that hurt make me unhappy. Therefore I obsess about finding shoes that won’t make my feet hurt. So it’s always a process to find the right pair. Which I did. I’ll just have to trust that they will work out. They are just shoes after all.



And Still the Road Goes On


A single road stretches through the forest the end disappearing beyond the curve of the hill. A mystery of a few steps further, a journey in time yet to pass.

And still the road goes on,

A mist drops to the ground, shrouding the road in a purple haze, better looked at then traveled through. Rain follows after, a wall of singular droplets cascading in rhythm to create an almost impassable barrier.

And still the road goes on,

Trees fall, rocks roll blocking entire sections off form safety. Climb overtop, the road can be seen in the distance, a looming reminder of continuing forward.

And still the road goes on,

Darkness falls, clinging like a veil to the face. Pulling, grasping, clawing and yet darkness remains. Thick, heavy, welcomed and feared. A time to weep, a time to sigh a time to sleep.

And still the road goes on,

With sun, golden, streaming through the green canopy above, softly touching below, sharing light where once was dark.

And still the road goes on,

Always on and on, just around one more corner, up one more hill, through one more glade and thicket. The road goes on. When washed from underfoot, when blown, when burned,  forever on and on, the road must go.