Stepping Stones

STEPPING STONES 20 May 2016 . Shadows lengthen, day is fading, darkness growing veils all thoughts of dawn’s soft light, but the night is for the moon’s caress when bleeding thoughts can wander far from pain. Scruffy dog days of summer can outlast the happiest woof. Acute nightstallion dreams can touch the sunrise born with musing magic beside the stream. . That first flat rock is more than safe to stand on, inviting you to sit, knees clasped, upon it and muse about the world beyond your dreams. . Watch how sun beams down it’s rose gold morning light on the next rock of your stepping stones and tickles multi-coloured pebbles sparkling there, inches below you, for your delight. Ponder deeply how a slip from any stone will just freeze your foot for a few moments in icy water magic – but it can dry in morning sun - and, worst case scenario, you can slosh your way across on scrunching streamlet pebbles encouraging you on and on. . What’s to gain? – love and lilting laughter, smiles and patience warm with sunlight, amidst those scented flowers, beckoning with their rainbow hues. . What’s to lose? – a life of sorrows - and who, better than you, knows the path to travel back to the lonely safety of your home. . But what if you discover that reality is persevering, never-ending, and too precious and vibrant, to be feared, and infinitely more safe and exquisite than all your golden dreams?