on Paths and Tribulations

Before there was a path, there were shrubs. Stinging nettles and thorns to scratch at the ankles, snakes and scorpions hiding under foliage. Solid ground turned to soft, branches protruding from the earth to catch you off guard. Before there was a path, there was danger. We walked barefoot and cursed the unknown. We traveledContinue reading “on Paths and Tribulations”