The road into the distant sky
seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible,
but this is the start, this is only the beginning,
if I choose to walk.

I return to that road whenever
direction is needed
whenever I need a reminder of the
path at my feet that I choose to forget.

How to bring ourselves to take the first step,
how to find the courage to follow the path?

Have I taken enough wrong turns,
followed enough roads to dead-ends,
spent enough time screaming into the fields,
that this is the path I am finally ready for?

Spring has filled in the once barren forest
and we witness the green waves rolling
toward the blue horizon.

Against an evening sunset
and blue backdrop a pair of ravens
circle, descend, and ascend a last time
before landing in pine trees beginning to green
as the last holds of winter give.

Clinging to limbs as the winds
arrive in gusts from across the lake
they call to others a few trees over
and we watch this conversation take place.

Early morning walk to the empty fields
and the blue sky filled with birds.

Wind through the trees
refreshing as closed eyes

cleared the mind
making room for nature.

Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.

Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.

I see a life in the distance
away from here and this moment of loss.

I see a change on the horizon
away from the struggle and terror.

I see above a way forward
through the pathway to the heavens.