Friday, April 17, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Through the mists, on the road to Avalon. It's like this sometimes. Wandering in a dense fog, searching for the shores of the mythical Avalon. The place where healing dwells. Never quite sure of what lies ahead, grateful for the silence and for the forward motion, even if it is blind. When you feel things this intensely you don't need to see, and even if you could, would you want to?
I'm journeying to a distant shore, we all are really. Some of us just arrive earlier than others. Either way, we will meet up again..... on the shores of Avalon. Until then, try to enjoy the journey.