Mirror

Somehow I got a message (or rather an illusion) that folks just know how to be themselves, but for me the “I” that I am has never seemed to remain. I have trekked a vast and varied wilderness over years, finding myself from time to time on plateaus from which the view was grand, seemingly infinite. At other times I have been caught, snagged by thorny brambles in dense woods. The way I feel at these two extremes is so different it were as if my body was inhabited by different people. One thing is certain: the plateaus continue to get brighter and higher, the views more spectacular; the brambles more forgiving and the thorn bushes less dense. “Be not afraid,” Jesus said. Keep on trekkin’. And so I do.