Sometimes to the end, but mostly just to wander, I’ve walked many paths.  I wander away from parts of myself that no longer grow so they may die alone.  I try to lose my fears along paths in haunted woods, or expose my bitterness on windswept ridges, but I always end up facing them on the way.  After all, they had led me there to begin with. How I see is more important than what I see, but oh, the sights I’ve seen. Wandering paths in the Rockies, I’ve both found and lost myself, but more importantly, I’ve learned my place.  I’ve learned the feeling of knowing that place and the knowing... Read More