Uphill idealist

There is a passage lush with moss,damp from morning dew that calls me to step across the threshold into something new. The things I've known catch on my sleeves and pant legs like prickers on already harvested black berry bushes. They pull, scratch, and demand I stay past the harvest; to only see glimpses of cool green just beyond gate. I've peeked over the wall to that garden, and it looks like a place I might want to call home; if only there was time to make it just that - home. It's no mistake that the grass is sometimes greener. I've seen that cool, restful plot and laid my hope in that space that separates me from what is and what is yet to be. The gate is unlocked, yet I keep thinking I'm left outside of this garden. Moving heart-heavy feet across the green to the greener can take some effort.  Just beyond that threshold is all the new, the in-progress, and not quite comfortable yet.  Inhale. Exhale.  Lift a left foot, then the right. Step by step, g ...

Taking a break from the rush of my life. Going somewhere where I feel no connection to: faces I know, names I know, places I know. Should I take a few days? Should I take a few days? Getting re-focused and establishing space; to listen, to pause, to wander on a walk with an unspecified pace. Talking and writing and doing I do best; but time outs without defined purpose are difficult and challenging quests. I should take a few days, I should take a few days. A friend said, you may not know the purpose, but Papa knows the way. So I suppose I should hang up my drivers seat for a few short days. Its just a few days, its just a few days. So I'll make some new friends and relearn to play, like slumber parties of my youth and its unstructured way. I will take my few days, I will take my few days. Image ironically found at a blog called: Mom's time out.