Monday, August 15, 2011


She left her boots behind and crossed over the river to the other side. What...or who was waiting for her? Would she return for her boots?

Sometimes I am faced with a river to cross. Do I leave something behind with the intent of crossing back? Maybe it is a river that needs to be navigated through to get to the next thing, never to return to where I was.

The river bed can be rocky and hurt my feet. I may lose my balance and fall. Sometimes the waters will be shallow and fairly easy to wade through, like in this image, or they can be deep waters that I must tread. And yet, I must cross.

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