The big lesson is in not having a platform to land on. —Joi Sharp
Pulling out
the rug
from under
my feet
then another
rug, then
another, only
to find
beneath
the rugs
no floor.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged lesson, poem, poetry, rug, trust on May 2, 2019| Leave a Comment »
The big lesson is in not having a platform to land on. —Joi Sharp
Pulling out
the rug
from under
my feet
then another
rug, then
another, only
to find
beneath
the rugs
no floor.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged falling, hiking, journey, lesson, poem, poetry, road, walking on February 2, 2019| 2 Comments »
I followed the road as if it were a teacher.
It went up, I went up. It turned, I turned.
It was a long time before I relearned
that the road is not the only way to go.
The first day I walked away from the gravel,
I fell. That was the day I learned
staying upright is not what’s most important.