Do you ever see reflections in the wind? See yourself staring back as the wind blows you to and fro?
There I was staring down at my feet as I put one foot in front of the other. What I saw before me was just a span of red dirt that served to mark my path ahead.
In My Dream:
So intent was I on merely moving forward that I realized I didn’t know how long I had been walking. Or how far I had gone.
I stopped and looked up. The scenery appeared different than what I was accustomed to.
Then I turned around in a circle. Tall reeds of plumed grass were blowing in the wind.
I felt sudden panic, as I had no idea where I was. Or which way to go to get back to wherever I had come from in the first place.
What I Saw In My Dream:
As I turned around, the same tall wheat-colored grass waving around me, I woke up.
Funny how you can be deep in thought one minute, feeling completely relaxed. And then you are transported to a sudden state of fear.
I felt out of place. Out of my element, my comfort zone.
What drove me forward was the feeling that I’d gone too far to turn back. Do you ever go too far to turn back?
Or is any time the right time?
Moment Of Truth:
There is often a moment of truth when you succumb to fear and let it lead you into the unknown.
As many poets have said much better than I could: If you don’t walk into the shadows, you will never know where you can go.
I feel like I’ve been running along holding onto a string with a balloon tethered to the end.
So I run and run, sometimes looking up at the dot etched against the blue sky. The balloon is swaying in the breeze.
Stumbling On A Root:
And then I stumble on a root in the ground and accidentally the string is pulled from my grasp. The balloon floats up and up, soaring overhead.
At first I am sad to see it go. But the balloon is free now. Bobbing up and away to parts unknown.
On a journey I won’t be at the end of.
And somehow that makes me smile. To see something so free that it floats along on the wind.