So this is the way we grow old...
Time is a scruffy kid racing outside our reach
And each time we think of friends
We become distracted.
Just for a moment...
While I can,
I am thinking of you.
This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.