I’m walking along the road kicking rocks. I can look up at the blue instead, but I am so lost inside that I look down into myself while I kick rocks.

The road isn’t paved. I don’t know when I left the pavement, but it must have been awhile ago. All I see now is a dusty grey road with rocks.

There’s green around me and blue. How I love blue spruce! Evergreens in general. They are colorful in all seasons and they stand stark against the blue. I must remember to look at the blue.

If I don’t look at the blue I will get lost in the rocks. Most of my life I have kicked rocks instead of looking ahead and up. I am afraid that I will get lost in the forest so I stay on the safe road. Dawdling along, kicking rocks.

It’s time, 61 years of time, to get off the road and into the forest. Looking among the fir spires at the blue. I may trip and fall. I will have to look down every once and awhile.

I want to open up to that. I want to be afraid and excited. There was a time when I embraced the blue light and marvelled at what was around me. It was a rich time. Full of the light of Love.