Threshold
Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest.
The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame.
Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot.
Is it attached without a chance for coincidence?
Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?
Tis´ my yearning for spring animating winter´s cloak.
Did I not see the first lambs springing hither and fro?
2nd February 2015
©By Andrea Connolly
Explore, not exploit! Admire new discoveries, let them be, for the desire to have might destroy them. We are on a timeline that will be terminated by the unknown. We decide who we will be in the time being. We have what we have as long as we live. We are more than that. Explorers of the mind, wayfarers of the soul. Our endeavour is enriched by companionship, kinship and belonging. To ride the waves of the seas is to be shared and noted. To trek towards farther shores, jungles, deserts, riches and rocks is an ancient pilgrimage. It is meant to enrich the horizon of the wanderer.
3rd September 2014, AC
flotsam - jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration 