If you're a regular reader of my posts, you'll know that I have a slight obsession with beginnings and endings, entrances and exits.
Today is the beginning of August.
Or shall I say the exit from July?
So what comes to mind to post today is from an excerpt from a book I'm reading.
"Wild" by Cheryl Strayed.
A true story.
A woman, broken in every sense of the word,
Lost, lonely and completely ALONE,
Decides to give up everything she owns and hike the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave Desert to Washington State,
with nothing but a pack and some hiking boots.
On the 5th day of her three-month journey,
She encountered a massive Texas Longhorn Bull.
She closes her eyes as she finds and blows the orange whistle as loud as she can.
She opened her eyes and and the bull was gone....
"I considered my options.
There were only two and they were essentially the same.
I could go back in the direction I'd come from,
Or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go.
The bull could be in either direction since I hadn't seen where he'd run once I closed my eyes.
I could only choose between the bull that would take me back
And the bull that would take me forward.
And so I walked on. "
Ah, the choice of going backward or forward....
AND
the power of that choice.
Every day holds that choice.
Happy exit into entrance.
~L
