I’ve tired of this
sitting while wishing I were walking
or
walking while wishing for a rest.
Seems whichever I choose, I can’t have my druthers
my feet are doing one
while my head does another.
They’re not birds of a feather
but I’ll bring them together
by flying while still in my nest.
So, here I am walking with my shoes in my pack
so my feet can be felt by the ground.
I’m thanking the thorns and the sharpest of rocks
for reminding my head to slow down.
I’m not in a hurry, cause I’m already here,
the destination’s the journey, you know,
I’m just standing here rolling this earth ‘neath my toes,
like an immense beach ball spinning below.
I’m letting the trail do the hiking for me while
this large grove of aspens glides by,
or now letting these switchbacks switch right back below me
awaiting the approach of the sky.
Oh the people I meet as our trails intertwine
rekindle all faith in mankind,
I enjoy those who ramble impractical distances
knowing each step there’s something to find.
Like this:
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Love it, Kev! Leaving Sacramento – on our way to Garberville. Have a great week-end!!
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Oh I love to meet people on the trail !
A resonating line for me.
Darrel