At the edge.

“What in the world made him do that?”

“What was he thinking … as he stood at the edge.”

Thoughts race along our mind’s highway, darting in and around one another, all day, everyday. Sometimes we’re driving, other times we’re just along for the ride. On most occasions, we couldn’t tell you where we’ve been, let alone where we’re going.

But with time, we will eventually realize we be alright when we approach the edge.

Here is a piece (1) written many years ago. Even now, it stirs memories of the moment that prompted pen to paper. Indeed, it turned out to be one of those “pivot points” in my journey, but, as I enter back into the words, I can’t help but sense I didn’t have full control of the wheel …


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