There are times when you and Life are walking along, like good friends, and you think you know where you are going. You think that you and Life have agreed on a direction; that there is a plan; that you understand each other. And then Life decides that despite all the trees you have already visited, you really must see this new one. This tree is different from all the other trees and if you don't see it, you simply won't be the person you might be if you DO see it. And so Life changes direction. Except you don't notice. Because you talked about it. And there was this plan . And then you trip over Life. And Life LOOKS very indignant because you weren't paying attention and kneed her in the ribs. And you ARE very indignant because this is a stupid tree that you had no interest in ever seeing and you would chop it down and burn it if you could. Stupid tree. Stupid Life. Stupid little bits of gravel stuck in your palms. But eventually, you thin
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.