hiking without happy meals; a modern paradigm chronicling the struggles, pitfalls,
& successes of life, running, writing, urban farming,
& home schooling in these crazy modern days.
Life is our classroom.
It is a color you just can’t capture with words.If you call it yellow it is missing leading.Call it gold or golden doesn’t do it justice.It is liquid motion and laughter bathed in sunlight. When I close my eyes it is the color surrounding me. It is the soul of my heart. And today the clouds roll in heading for those far fields of grasses blowing in the wind on a mountainside. I stand here rooted, jealously watching them go on without me.
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." ~Open Secret: Versions of Rumi~