there is no path
there is no known trail
there is no guide
but she steps forward...
she looks down at the open hand in front of her
there is no guarantee
there is no known ending
there is no certainty
but she holds on tight...
that is tangible courage you know~
jumping before the net appears
she is brave.
inspired by the current emotion being explored over at Scrapbooking from the Inside Out! :)
1 comment:
Thanks Shaina.
I'm caught up now.
I enjoy your space, your place, your grace. Funny how pressures such as a weekly picture and poem can make the/our time seem to fly by while at the same time drag on forever. So nice to be in the forever part.
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