March 18, 2001: Be seen but not heard

I allow the origin of any thought to be played out—it helps me accept life’s everyday mistakes, gifting reality with new ways for me to grow. I fear everything, only to hear the wind reply, “What do you fear? Do you fear being unaccepted? Do you fear your walks through the forest will be no more? Do you fear leaving radio? How many branches do you wish me to break before you become the stump in the wood pecked path of a red headed woodpeckers dream come true? Maybe I should place your roots near the heart and soul of a life-strangling vine. What do you fear?”