Beyond Ourselves: Our Growing Beloved Community

fb_img_1462285735413.jpgMost recently, I began to attend services with my local UU (Unitarian Universalist) Fellowship again. It had been quite some time since I had last been there due to conflicts with my schedule.

The first week I had the pleasure and privilege to catch the beginning of a new central theme for the month, that of ‘beloved community’.

One of the readings really struck a chord with me, and I guess you could say that it was the catalyst that spurred me to dust off this blog and get out of my own way with my ‘storytelling’.

I will not share the ‘sermon’ in its entirety. I believe it’s too long to do so. If, however, you would like to read the whole thing, I’ll provide the link here. It’s called We Drink From Wells We Did Not Dig and was written by Rev. Kirk Loadman-Copeland.

Several pieces really just resonated with me…

We cannot create a beloved community until we have created a community, and we cannot create a community, which is larger than the circle of a family or extended kinship network, which is larger than a tribe, until people emerge who have chosen to live beyond themselves; who have some notion of the common good and work to broaden and deepen that goodness; who have learned how to engage the stranger as a neighbor, realizing that absolutely everyone is at first a stranger; and who invite others to live beyond themselves. We drink from wells we did not dig because others lived beyond themselves.

The other morning, when I published A Spiritual Conspiracy: Our ‘Sleeper Cell’ Awakens it occurred to me…

Because I decided to ‘live beyond’ myself, because Sara and Kelly at 2sisters2yogamats and Sarah at Super Empath, and because we have connected… We are the beginning of a community, an authentic, beloved community.

And, I just have to share this story which was part of the sermon because I loved it!

In the book Dare to Live Now, Bruce Larson recounts the fol-
lowing: “Travelers across a long and seldom used trail in the
Amargosa Desert would pass an old pump that offered the only
hope of fresh drinking water along their journey. Wired to the
pump handle was a baking powder can and inside the can was a
handwritten note: ‘This pump is all right as of June 1932. I put a
new sucker washer into it and it ought to last five years. But the
washer dries out and the pump has got to be primed. Under the
white rock I buried a bottle of water out of the sun, the cork
end up. There’s enough water in it to prime the pump, but not if
you drink some first. Pour about one fourth and let her soak to
wet the leather. Then pour in the rest medium fast and pump like crazy. You’ll git water. The well has never run dry. Have faith. When you git watered up, fill the bottle and put it back like you found it for the next feller.’ (signed) Desert Pete. ‘p.s.
Don’t go drinking up the water first. Prime the pump with it and
you’ll git all you can hold.’”

Desert Pete clearly lived beyond himself, as did the people who originally dug the well, and saved others by doing so. As importantly, he instructed others to live beyond themselves. Once you have primed the pump, quenched your thirst, and filled all of your containers so that you can continue on your journey, fill the bottle of water that Desert Pete left, put the cork in it, and bury it again under the white rock so the next person will have the water necessary to prime the pump and live, rather than dying of thirst. As Pete wrote, “Have faith. The well has never run dry.”

In this growing ‘beloved’ community of honest, authentic storytellers, our ‘thirst’ is not always ‘quenched’. Our lives are not always ‘perfect’ nor do we always ‘get it right’. But, we do not  portray ourselves or our lives in that light.  There are days when life seemingly throws lemons at us, but still we ‘prime the pump’, still ‘live beyond ourselves’ in the hope that someone will be able to read our story and say, “me, too!” and feel a little less alone in this great big, sometimes harsh, world.

Have faith in the well. Have faith in your ability to prime the
pump and get the water to flow. Have faith that the person who
came before you filled the bottle with water to prime the pump
and buried it under the white rock where you will find it. Have
faith and then nurture faith by refilling the bottle with water and burying it for the next stranger to find, the next stranger who automatically becomes your neighbor by the simple act of
filling and burying the bottle, the next stranger whose life you save just like the Good Samaritan who lived beyond himself by caring for the injured man lying on the side of the road that others had passed by. Have faith in your ability to live beyond yourself, and have gratitude for those who have come ahead of you, the well diggers and the Desert Petes who lived beyond themselves that you might have life more abundant; the villagers who built and sustained the village once the well
was completed.


Those who dig wells and those who explore the depths of the human spirit are searching for the source. They know that
most of the time you must go deeper to reach it, whether it is
the wellspring that fills the well or the wellspring that nourishes
the soul. If you are digging by hand, it will take a long time to
dig a well, a long time to go deep enough to reach the source of
the water. If you are seeking to go deeper in your own life, using
your heart and mind as well as your hands as the tools of ex-
ploration, it will take time and patience, courage and persis-
tence, companionship and questioning to go deep enough to
satisfy the yearnings of your soul, to quench the thirst that
water cannot satisfy, to take you far enough beyond yourself that you become a force in creating, deepening, and expanding beloved community for yourself, to be sure, but for others as well
who will learn by your example, who will benefit by your wis-
dom, and who will be transformed by your compassion.

Together, we can and will dig the well. It goes much more quickly when there are many ‘doing the work’.

Are you helping to ‘prime the pump’? Are you helping to ‘dig the well’?

Are you one who ‘tells’ honest, authentic ‘tales’, sharing ‘drinks’ from your ‘well’ with the thought of helping to ‘quench the thirst’ of your neighbor?


Let’s connect and widen this growing ‘beloved community’ of ours!

A Spiritual Conspiracy: Our ‘Sleeper Cell’ Is Awakening

cropped-fb_img_1462372353915.jpgThis morning as I was drinking my coffee, going through my newsfeed on Facebook, I happened upon my “memories” for this day. That was when I found A Spiritual Conspiracy.

Seven years ago today, I had added it to a note for myself. Perhaps knowing that ‘some day’ I would want to reference it? Who knows, but if that were the case… Today was that day.

At the time, the author was still ‘unknown’ to me.

Quite honestly, I don’t even remember where I orignally found it.

All I know is that it resonated with me, and it still does.

So, I thought, ‘why not use it as the subject of a blog post this morning?’ Only, when I went to copy it from my note, I discovered that I wasn’t able to. It just wouldn’t cooperate.

Instead, I went in search of it online, and that was when I found ‘the author’. (No, this isn’t where I start fan-girling Once Upon A Time, but I am excited because the new season starts Sunday!)

Funny how things just seem to work out that way, hmm?

Apparently, A Spiritual Conspiracy was written by Brian Piergrossi and appeared in his book, The Big Glow as well as on his website.

But! I do have to give credit to because that’s where my search first led, and it was there that I discovered the original author.

Why do I feel the need to post this today?

Since I decided to throw (over) caution to the wind, I feel as though I’ve become unblocked, and that I’m actually starting to be guided to things to share. But, most of all, I feel as though I’m being included in a community of authentic storytellers, who are out to change their world, or even the world, one story at a time.

A ‘sleeper cell’ in this Spiritual Conspiracy, if you will. One that is beginning to awaken.

Our stories are important… to someone. And each of us has to develop the courage to step beyond our comfort zone, to quell our inner naysayer and get them out there. (These are things that I have to actively remind myself of, too.)


And that is why I felt the need to share this today.

Will you join our ‘awakening sleeper cell’ of authentic storytellers?


A Spiritual Conspiracy

On the surface of our world right now
There is war, violence, and craziness
And things may seem dark.

But calmly and quietly
At the same time
Something is happening underground.

An inner revolution is taking place
And certain individuals
Are being called to a higher light.

It is a silent revolution
From the inside out
From the ground up.

This is a global co-operation
That has sleeper cells in every nation.
It is a planetary Spiritual Conspiracy.

You won’t likely see us on T.V.
You won’t read about us in the newspaper.
You won’t hear from us on the radio.

We don’t seek glory.
We don’t wear any uniform.
We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles.

We are in every country and culture of the world
In cities big and small, mountains and valleys
In farms and villages, tribes and remote islands.

Most of us work anonymously
Seeking not recognition of name
But profound transformation of life.

Working quietly behind the scenes
You could pass by one of us on the street
And not even notice.

We go undercover
Not concerned for who takes the final credit
But simply that the work gets done.

Many of us may seem to have normal jobs.
But behind the external storefront
Is where the deeper work takes a place.

With the individual and collective power
Of our minds and hearts
We spread passion, knowledge, and joy to all.

Some call us the Conscious Army
As together
We co-create a new world.

Our orders come from the Spiritual Intelligence Agency
Instructing us to drop soft, secret love bombs
when no one is looking.

Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Smiles ~ Kind words
Movies ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Websites
Social activism ~ Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness…

We each express ourselves
In our own unique ways
With our own unique gifts and talents.

“Be the change you want to see in the world”
That is the motto that fills our hearts.
We know this is the path to profound transformation.

We know that quietly and humbly
Individually and collectively
We have the power of all the oceans combined.

At first glance our work is not even visible.
It is slow and meticulous
Like the formation of mountains.

And yet with our combined efforts
Entire tectonic plates
Are being shaped and moved for centuries to come.

Love is the religion we come to share
And you don’t need to be highly educated
Or have exceptional knowledge to understand it.

Love arises from the intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse
Of all living beings.

Be the change you want to see in the world.
Nobody else can do it for you.
Yet don’t forget, we are all here supporting you.

We are now recruiting.
Perhaps you will join us
Or already have.

For in this spiritual conspiracy
All are welcome, and all are loved.
The door is always open.

~Brian Piergrossi, The Big Glow

Change Can and Will Occur, One Voice At A Time

fb_img_1462372353915.jpgA number of years ago, I had a blog. A different blog – Hiccups In Time – and at some point, I decided that it was my desire for it to be popular. I envisioned it as a way to build my platform as a writer.

I researched, tried to do everything ‘right’.

I scheduled my posts for times when it was more likely that it would get more traffic. I connected with other bloggers in my ‘niche’.

And I did have some semblance of ‘success’. At least where the numbers were concerned.

As time went on, though, I discovered that there were other things I wished to write about, but they seemly didn’t ‘fit in’ with my niche. So, I became blocked and that blog began to travel to that place where all blogs go to die, I guess.

Riding the Wild Wind is meant to be eclectic in nature because… Well, life, itself, is like a Chinese buffet with its wide variety of stuff. I suppose one could say that this is a ‘life’ blog. One focused on authenticity and all the the beautiful chaos life as to offer.

In my past attempt to do everything ‘right’ with Hiccups In Time, I sacrificed authenticity. While I connected with other bloggers, following their blogs, I did so in the hope that they would “return the favor” and boost my numbers.

As a blogger, as a person, I like to think I’ve grown, matured.

Which brings me around to what I really wanted to mention with this post…

Last week, I published a post here entitled Let Your Voice Be Heard!

It’s something that I, myself, am working on. Allowing myself to be heard.

So many times, that little voice in my head would say, “what’s the point? You have nothing to say that others have not already said. Why bother?”

That voice is slowly being silenced, though.

The other day, I explored other WP blogs, searching the keyword ‘authenicity’. It was my hope to gain added inspiration. Instead, I came across a blog post that touched me deeply. I could truly relate to all the author, Sara, had to share.

Living My Lies, Rediscovering My Truth

At some point, I allowed the voice of my inner critic to take over, to drown out the voice of my intuition. I began to second guess myself until my ‘can do’ attitude had been overshadowed by ‘should I?’ or even ‘I can’t’.

I am re-learning to listen to intuition, that still, small voice that will guide me to possibility, if I allow it. I know it’s possible.

I also know that I have, at least, one person in the blogosphere cheering me on as I make this journey toward authenticity. Something that would not have been possible if 1) I had not reached out to connect and 2) Sara had allowed her sharing to be dampened by the voice of doubt.

You never know who needs to hear the stories you are guided to share, nor will you ever know, if you allow doubt to keep you from sharing it.

Change can and will occur one story, one sharing, one connection at a time. We only need to open ourselves to the call and be willing to answer it when it comes.

My thanks and appreciation to Sara at 2sisters2yogamats for sharing her story!


Authenticity: I’m Dawna, and I Do What I Want

53453fb44b50792e06409fb05611fd4d.jpgI’m on a journey of authenticity… a journey to ‘find’ me.

Strange, huh? After all, how can a person ‘lose’ themselves?

It’s not all that unheard of, I suppose.

It happens when a person attempts to fit in, to be what they perceive to be ‘normal’.

And it’s done for all manner of reasons… Because a person is tired of being unlike everyone else.

Or to propogate a feeling of safety. Because when you don’t feel safe in your environment, the last thing you want to do is stand out, to draw attention to yourself.

After all, society runs on a pack mentality. It isn’t exactly accepting of ‘diferent’. If you or your thoughts aren’t like the majority…

Well, let’s just say that it takes real courage to be a plain bellied sneech when all of the other sneeches “have stars upon thars”.

Really, this idea of authenticity, of being ‘me’ has been a theme that I’ve been actively chewing on for a few days now. So, I wasn’t too surprised this morning when I came across a blog post from Jodi Chapman entitled, This Is Me.

Growing up, I never felt like I truly fit in. While I looked the same as everyone else on the outside (and often acted the same), I felt completely different on the inside. I learned how to play the game and pretend that I was like everyone, but I knew the truth.

As I read through the post, my mind seemed to scream, ‘yes! This is exactly it! She gets me!’

When I was an adolescent and then a teen, there weren’t too many people I seemed to ‘click’ with. I had a few friends, fortunately, but even among them it was extremely rare that I felt safe enough to share the whole of ‘me’.

Fast forward a few decades, and I’ve only begun to touch the surface, to separate the authentic me from the me I’ve adopted over the  years for the purpose of feeling safe.

‘Who am I? What makes me tick, makes me happy? My likes? My dislikes? My passions? What lights me up?’

It really shouldn’t be that difficult, right?

But, you’d be surprised.

One thing I am thrilled about, though, is the partner in life that God/the Universe has blessed me with.

My hubby is a perfect example for me of how it ‘should’ be, the freedom we ‘should’ be able to feel when expressing ourselves.

For as long as I’ve known him, he’s been that way.

Even while in the military, he said it like he saw it, and he was even admired by peers and higher ups because they knew they could always depend on him to tell them like it was.

And, now, he’s in the process of recording is own radio program for our local community radio station. He says it’s called “I’m DW*, and I do what I want.” Meaning, that his program will be eclectic in nature. He’ll play music, if he feels like it, with the type dependent upon his mood, and he’ll speak plainly about whatever’s on his mind at the time.

The notion perfectly reflects him!

And with him as my shining example, I’m starting to move this blog toward a clearer reflection of me.

The only niche is that of authenticity.

I’m Dawna, and I do what I want.

Isn’t that fabulous?

People-ing and the Introvert

aarontcaycedokimura1.jpgI am an introvert.

This does not mean that I’m ‘shy’?

Though, to be fair, I do tend to be rather quiet around people I’ve just met.

I’m also not ‘anti-social’.

Once I get to know a person and if we ‘click’, I am really pretty outgoing, talkative, and rather nutty. Just ask those who know me best.

Nor do I ‘hate people’.

Though, to be fair, again, I don’t have a lot of patience with most people.

No, as an introvert, I need to be alone (or with those closest to me, at home) to recharge my energetic battery.

(Want to learn more about introverts? I highly suggest

Also, as an introvert, I’m in the process of learning my limits.

This is not as easy as it may sound.

Since I stopped working the “part-time” retail job that was more like “full-time” hours scheduled, I have a lot more time on my hands.

I can now do all the things I wished I could have done while I was working.

I can volunteer, be involved with our local UU (Unitarian Universalist) Fellowship, visit with friends, and engage in my hobbies (writing, crocheting, gardening, photography, etc).

I can do it all!

Only, I’m quickly finding that I can’t do it all.

BUT I’ve certainly been trying!

And, I’m beginning to pay the price.

Today, I still have more “people-ing” scheduled. Commitments I’ve previously made and will uphold.

But, I can already feel the inner resistance. The strong desire to “blow it all off” for the day.

Today is Friday, though. (Thank all that is good!)

And I will not people again for awhile.

At least, until Sunday.

Next week?

There’s going to be a lot less peopleing going on.

Believe me!

Let Your Voice Be Heard!

For me, these two pictures are in perfect alignment with one another.

I think I may have mentioned it last time, but it is partly fear that holds me back from telling my stories. Fear that they won’t be well received or that “no one wants to hear them anyway”.

There are SO many people on this planet. So many people that – from our little part of the world – we can touch via the Internet these days. How are we to know who our story might touch, if we do not give some sort of voice to it?


They also are perfectly in alignment with a guest post Karl Nimmo had on ProBlogger recently – Overcoming the Fear of Being Heard.

Let’s talk about fear, because it has the capability to paralyse and stop the vast majority from ever leaving the discomfort of their comfort zone.  And, that seems such a shame.  I see so many amazing people, with incredible messages, products and services to share, who are stuck in fear.

She also offers some tips how to overcome those fears. I really recommend checking them out!

Today is a great day to get over our fears and get our messages out!

Are you with me?

Pure Life: It’s a Messy Business


*brushes the dust from these digital pages*

Are you – like me- a recovering perfectionist?

Do you believe “anything worth doing is worth doing well” and on the first attempt?

Anything “less” is not “worth the time or energy”.

At least, that’s what my Inner Critic would have me believe.

“Stay to your niche.”

“You have nothing to say that has not been heard before.”

Talk about “writer’s block” inducing!

Some “messages” I’ve received from multiple sources as of late, though, have helped to propel me back to this space.

It is time to (once and for all, dangit!) get out of my own way and put my gift of writing to use and in the way that it was meant to be used.

See, there is a lot going on in this ol’ noggin of mine. A lot to be shared, but the fear… It often prevents me from doing just that. (Don’t you just hate when that happens?)

So, here I AM in the raw! (Not really, but I’m sure you catch my drift.)

If you’re looking to follow a blogger that neatly sticks to one topic, one niche… I’m sorry, but I’m not your gal.

Life is messy! It cannot be packaged into nice, neat little bundles.

I’ve tried. Many, many times, I’ve tried.

Time to get down and dirty.

Time to live (and share) Pure Life in all it’s messy beauty and brilliance.

You on board?

I do hope so!


The Secret to a Life Well Lived

fb_img_1462285735413.jpgLast week, I went on vacation.

To others, it may not have been anything to “write home about”.  After all, our destination was domestic and nowhere exotic or even exciting, but it was exactly what I needed.

See, it had been nearly 5 years since I’ve gone anywhere for an extended period of time and the purpose of having fun and relaxing.

And, though, it was a whirlwind trip, I did have quite a bit of time to do just that.


We stayed with Hubby’s mom and her husband.

love spending time with them. I always feel so welcome and the energy is always so… grounded.

My MIL’s husband is – born and raised – French. So, their household has a very “european” feel to it. (It quite reminds me of the energies we experienced when we lived and traveled in Europe.)

Since returning home (and after I’d had an opportunity to recuperate from the actual traveling part), I’ve spent time looking at the time we spent with my in-laws.

What was it that helped to recharge my Spirit?

It wasn’t the house. Though, it was beautiful and “closer to nature”.

Their house is situated on multiple acres, and the deck overlooks a very large pond.

It was surrounded by trees, other greenery, and was the temporary home to a flock Canadian geese. A LARGE flock of Canadian geese.

In the mornings, I would sit, drinking my coffee, enjoying the quiet and watching the pond spring to life for the day.

My goal has become to create a degree of the warmth and peace I felt there here in our own home.

But… how?

There, they (nearly) always music playing in the background. Usually instrumental and quite often classical.

Check! We often have Sirius playing at our house. Really nothing different than before our trip. Though, we have begun listening to more instrumentals.

Then, during one of our conversations – when I told my MIL how I marveled at the fact that their home was always so warm and inviting, no matter where they were living at the time (because they move… A LOT) – she told me… When you fill your house with things you love, you can go anywhere and make it feel like home. (Though, I am paraphrasing here a bit.)

Again, check! Since moving here, we paired our “things” down quite a bit. We had to, given the limitation of space we have here compared to the past houses in which we’ve lived. The things I chose to keep out of storage (we’ve had to do this in stages) have been those things that I love, that have meaning to myself and my family.

The real “secret” to their “success”, though, is one she shared with us long, long ago.

“The best times in life come with family and friends – enjoying love, conversation, good food and good drinks.”

And that is what I’m consciously seeking to emulate more in my own house and life these days.

It’s the normal, every day things in life, when enjoyed with family and friends, that become magical.

Slow and Easy Wins the Race: It Is Time

fb_img_1462372353915.jpgFor over a year and a half, I worked at a thankless, soul sucking retail job.

At first, it wasn’t all that bad. I had been a stay-at-home-mom or over a decade while Hubby was in the military. When he retired and our older kids neared adulthood, we decided it was time.

It did invoke within me a sense of accomplishment at first. I was someone other than “wife” and “mom”, and I was contributing to my family’s financial wellbeing. Something that I had not done for a very long time.

Over time, though, the darker clouds of thanklessness began to obscure the bright rays of accomplishment and financial abundance. Eventually, it began to suck my energy, and in some instances – it seemed – my very soul.

I was not the only one.

Prior to giving my two week’s notice, I heard through the grapevine there were others who had left. (It almost felt like I was a part of a mass exodus.) And others, still, admitted to me that they wished they could go as well.

My heart went out to them. I wish I could have wrapped everyone in a hug and brought them with me.

This past week was my last.

It is akin to waking up from a bad dream. I find myself slightly disoriented, wondering where to start first.

While working (at least as of late), it seemed as thought my off time was spent recouping the energy I expended while at work or conserving my energy in preparation for the work week ahead. As a result, Idid not do as much around the house or the property as I would have otherwise liked.

It is time, though.

It is time to reclaim our spaces, for my family as well as our energetic wellbeing.

I must remind mysel, though… One step at a time. Things did not get this way overnight, nor will it be righted overnight.

It will not do to run myself into the ground. That would not solve a thing.

Slow and easy wins “the race”.


A Bit of Turbulence: Challenges of Life

fb_img_1462285735413.jpgLife has had its share of challenges

It’s been quite sometime since I’ve blogged. Even the blog over at Innisfree Farms has been neglected. It was a bit of a wake up call to me the other day when I received a comment on the blog from “Betty”…

I used to be able to find good advice from your content.

Now, it may have been spam. After all, it has been quite some time since I’ve been active here and there was never really a lot of traffic to begin with.

Or maybe it was a comment from one of you folks, who genuinely missed my presence here.

Whatever the case may be…

Over the years, I’ve come to believe that there are no coincidences, and given the changes that my life currently is going through at the moment. Someone… whether a reader or the Universe/Spirit/God… is telling me that it’s time to put my butt in the chair and get to writing again.

The Changes

About a year and a half ago, I started back to work. Hubby retired from the Army (finally), and it was my opportunity to return to the workforce while giving him sometime to enjoy life as a “man of leisure”. (Honestly? I don’t know whether he’d actually know how to pull that “job” off. He’d get entirely bored with it in the first week or two.)

Given my lack of recent job experience and the narrow scope of employment opportunties in our town… I ended up back in retail. The first time since I was in high school.

It’s been… an experience.

That’s all I’ll say about that at the moment. Especially given that I gave my two week notice the other day and still have a little over a week to go until my last shift.

After that?

I’m not making any promises.

The Toll

The pay started out… not so much… when I first started. I had a job and was able to supplement Hubby’s retirement pay. That was enough.

Since that point, though, Hubby started getting VA benefits, and I received pay increases and remained long enough that I started receiving a quarterly bonus.

Great! Our family was being drenched in financial abundance, and for that I was/am exceedingly grateful.

I have realized over time, though, that – sometimes – good pay does not a “good job” make.

Respect is a BIG plus.


Just to name a couple…

I began to dread work days.

I began to feel… almost trapped, which for a freedom loving spirit was/has been near to claustrophobic.

I missed the ability to do fun things with my family as a whole.

I would see my youngest daughter, briefly, in the morning and the evening before heading into work.

I’d work day shift during the weekends and get to spend a few hours in the evening with my family before being so tired that I just had to head to bed.

Switching between nights and days is a killer, especially the instances when I would only have 10 hours in between to recouperate.

Twenty years ago, I wouldn’t have had a problem doing it. These days, though… It’s much more difficult.

At some point, I felt as though I stopped being MySelf.

My creativity suffered as did my enthusiasm. Including my inspiration and desire to write.

I was becoming someone I didn’t much like.

Cranky. Overly judgmental.

In other words, my Ego took firm hold of my life. Something that I’ve consciously worked very hard to reign in the past 5 years.

And it’s not that I didn’t always put my spiritual practices to work.

I don’t know if it’s the energy or what, but like a rock weathering a brutal storm, I was worn down until I felt as though I could fight no more.


Part of me feels as though I failed the tests that I was given.

At the time I returned to the workforce, I felt as though I had put the spiritual practices I had been taught to use and I had reached the “top of the mountain”, so to speak.

The mountain crumbled beneath me, though, only to reveal that it was a summit and there was another, more steep climb yet ahead of me.

I never made it to the top of this one.

At least not the same person I was at the bottom.

Maybe I’ve come to something of a detour…

Maybe there’s another lesson awaiting me…

I guess I won’t know until I get moving on the next leg of the journey.

That’s the thing about life…

It always keeps us guessing. Even when we think we’ve got it figured out.

At least for a time.