The universe has a funny way of showing you the way. It’s subtle in it’s obviousness, if only you pay attention.
This weekend I walked the Paint Mines and as I walked I listened; to the sound of birds telling the world that they’re here, to the sound of the things of man bouncing off the formations and to the sound of my thoughts echoing through the canyons of my mind.
While each step took me closer to another view of another world, they took me farther and farther back to the days when I walked the tall grass around the pond where my grandparents lived. I could walk for hours; listening to nature, telling myself stories of a dreamy past life. I was an Indian Maiden guide and I was showing him the way. I smile when I think of those days, so much simpler, so much of everything possible. So much of whatever, whenever, how ever…
That dreamy past life, this dreamy future. I take one step closer, listening, seeing the signs, believing it’s true.