April 22, 2016 by Petrea
On my hike with John yesterday, I stopped to take a picture. He went ahead and I said I’d catch up. I wasn’t stopped for long but he got a good lead on me, and I was determined to catch him. Determined. So I rushed.
Through this! Through sun and shade and generous air. Through solitude, and the possibilities of thought.
Sometimes I’m all about getting things done. I rush, hell-bent, to—what? To hell, I suppose. What the hell is my hurry? I’m living in heaven right now. See? I got a picture of it.