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expanding my horizons

So I am walking down this path, or running, whatever the case may be, and where exactly do I’m think I’m going?

I see side shoots, tributaries, distractions, possibilities: all waving at me, vying for my attention. Some of them get it, some, not so much. I end up traveling in circles. The earth is round, but still, you can only walk around it in a line.

I am blue and purple when I want to be golden, and this tree that towers over me is keeping me in shadow. I see edges of light, this bokeh in my vision, dappled spots of happiness that flit in and about as the breeze moves through these branches, this forest, my world.

I have been here before, in this spot where I stand, gazing out at the edge of horizon. I have not taken root but returned of my own volition.

I am here. The next step matters. The path, imperative. Decisions, decisions…

I travel alone, or in the company of friends, and either way, my feet get tired. My knees ache, these blisters form. I look up at the moon because I hear her, whispering my name. She only ever whispers though, when what I crave is a scream. At least that is what I think I crave, I might be surprised if her voice went howling through the sky, and run for cover. I might cower.

And the sun, yes, it warms me, fills my heart with hope and vision. But it sets every day and I wonder what I saw. What I really, really saw. Just out of the corner of my eye there is movement. Peripheral. The shadow of my horizon come forth to take my hand.

The gesture is extended. But I am frozen, frozen in this sea

of purple, blue and green when what I really want

is to be golden.

Comments

Oh, this is beautiful. I LOVE this. Perhaps the moon will raise her voice and perhaps it won’t be a scream, it won’t scare you. Perhaps it will just be loud enough to easily hear.

And btw, you ARE golden.

xoxo

Oh..but you ARE golden. As you emerge and come out into the sun..you shine like gold!!!

this speaks to me of things bigger than trees and sun and colors . . .

p.s. i crave a scream, too. crave it, i tell you.

Kelly,

This is a beautiful post. I love what you wrote here:

I have been here before, in this spot where I stand, gazing out at the edge of horizon. I have not taken root but returned of my own volition.

I am here. The next step matters. The path, imperative. Decisions, decisions…

Thanks for sharing, Kelly. Think golden, and there you are. Golden.

your writing is filled with emotion and movement..such a special window into your world

My God, I think I know exactly what you mean and how you feel, you just said it so much better and so much deeper than I ever could.

Ive had those moments as well. When I lived In New Mexico, I would always loved to visit Santa Fe! Is just exactly how I felt when I would roam it’s beautiful forest for inspiration or just have a talk with God. I would just get lost in that moment, frozen in time, closing my eyes and realizing that time had stood still just for me, letting that golden sun come down on me and shower me with warm rays, I knew I was welcomed once again… Laz

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