There is just something that speaks to me about roads I love them and trails that just go on and on.
J.R.R. Tolkein wrote "The Road goes on and on. Down from the door where it began, Now far ahead the Road has gone. And I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet. Until it joins some larger way . Where many paths and errands meet. And whiter then? I can not say."
It was mid afternoon outside the blue sky and the bright sunlight warmed the day, a wind blew through the open balcony door a whisper on the wind.
Whispering that dances through the soul as the wind through the trees and later in the swirling dust devil along the desert road. There is a sense of answering a call as we leave the walls of home closing the door to venture into the desert.
A moment of peace, of connection with the world when we raise up to see even the smallest of details not to see the desert as we have but as it truly can be, with a new appreciation for some place we may not really see, this is what the soul longs for the whispering of itself on the wind that draws us out into life.
A whispering moment that leads on and on into the desert where other paths cross and recross, where life came into this world and only remnants of that life remains.
May you follow the whispering of your soul the dancing and swirling of the wind and may you venture down many roads with eager feet and open mind and heart so that you may see the world in all its beauty.