Tiny Morsels

The mountain is tall and it is filled with nooks and crannies. There are beautiful deep ponds and crystal clear creeks everywhere. Roots run deep and there are unexpected bits of color blooming in both the shadows and the light.

Deer trails and bear paths, small roads and super highways wind in and out among themselves, hidden from the view of those who believe they are alone. We’re all here, somewhere.

Sometimes there is just one rock too many and that way is abandoned by a weary traveler for what may be a slightly different path, but the heart and the soul do not change.

I have lived long enough to notice that real things don’t change much and I have read enough to understand that history repeats itself over and over. The biggest difference is that when it happens to me it just feels larger and more important.

Joy still hides in the light, tears still fall deep into the earth, and in the end, all those breadcrumbs leading us home are simply tiny morsels of love reminding us that we are not lost.