Not knowing what lies ahead can be frightening! What are we fighting for or should we ask for who? Do we choose the path of others or continue to commit. The button to press for taking off or staying is up to you. Sometimes it is to sit or walk for a while before you know. We held the answer, but decided to hold back. The path is in your prints.

Are we made in a form that will not fold. We take the lashes of change. Keep going all the way. Stop looking back, you have already been there. If it is dusty ahead and the top seems out of reach. Stand under a tree and read. When you are not ready venture on. What is it? Excuses, all the excuses that bring the tears. The missed moments the never said, ‘hello’.

Fear is a challenge to say, ‘yes’. What do you really want? Deep down because money and pretty things wilt. Experiences that move hands and feet to dance bubble up to smoke. These are the memories you cannot see or take with you. Though they are the lightest of matter. Face yourself and listen. Say for once, ‘sweetheart choose the place and I will follow’.

Afternoon run in Cali looks like a painting.

The road behind in all of its cracks.

Milo wearing the harness I made for him.

Falling a sleep in the sun.