nature

A Spring in My Step

I always have something going on when I walk! The spring in my step is better described as a drunken stagger. I don’t notice it, but according to my wife I walk funny. It’s not just my wife; everyone who has seen me with or without my walking aids have noticed I look like I have a problem with the bottle. A spring in my step might better be described as a drunken stupor in my gait followed by a stumble and maybe even a fall. It is not fall though, it’s almost spring which gives me a spring in my step even when I am zipping around in my wheelchair!

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My Eden, My Forest.

I have a forest; it’s my garden of Eden. Each tree is an idea, a principal, or an opinion that I cling to for protection. The trunks are unbreakable. The branches can bend in a breeze and double over in a storm but always stay attached to the trunk, while the foliage is lush and strong, standing up to any rain, wind, hail, snow or survive any drought. My forest, my mind is everything it needs to be as far as I can see but then again maybe I can’t see the forest for the trees.

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