Gate on the Payne Farm Trail: Photo by Noelle
There it was in the middle of the thicket. White and chained shut. Very little to say where it lead, as there appeared to be no road into the briar. It seemed a gate in the middle of nowhere and that is how the first spark flew burning my regular life. What is it to live, if you never climb unknown fences and see where they lead?
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Wonderful, makes my mind wonder to things undiscoved.
Me, too. I have been discovering, of late, many little used trails. It’s amazing what you find when you leave the beaten trail. I love discovering mysteries.
What beautiful and tempting words: “What is it to live, if you never climb unknown fences and see where they lead?”
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Do you remember when we were kids, we’d climb anything? We’d walk out the door and everything had the potential for adventure. It seems to me, it is time, for all of us to remember that feeling, again. Blessings.
Now that is true. Seems the more we “know” has blocked us from so much needed adventures. 😀
I have this thought, often, about how we’ve let go of mystery. We love it in books, but want everything spelled out in real life. We take the designated routes, rather than wandering off down some side streets. I remember my mother doing that all the time. I remember it making me nuts when I wanted to get somewhere, but she was right. There’s a youthfulness in not knowing everything.