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  • I am always going somewhere, even at the slow clip of a horse along a trail. Always moving.

    My dreams are simple. They become the stepping stones where I place my feet on the ground in front of me. Lately my steps fall on unfamiliar and uneven turf; not a bad thing - different. I have always reached, but within that circumference of the familiar and reachable, never looking outside my "comfortable."

    Today I find I am stretching my fingers into the mists of the unknown just outside that circle. I don't wonder if I should - I just do it. When I stop grasping for the security of the solid and knowable, I allow the dream of what might be waiting to enter my life. Sometimes it's scary, sometimes it feels impossible. What else do I live for if not to experience all of life while I can? In these days of summer when I venture out into the wilderness and follow the horse in front of me, not asking where or why, I find things that are surprising and interesting and sometimes scary, but I will always feel alive if I reach, secure in the knowledge that in the reaching, I can grow and discover.
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