High Road

Taking the higher road isn’t easy but it is much wiser than some of the options.

Years ago, in our pasture, the cows made two separate trails on the side of a hill.

There is a pecking order in cows.  They follow a leader.  It’s a great way to make a trail.  Multiple hooves tracking across the gentle grass made the cutest narrow trails.  It’s very nice to find a trail in the middle of a pasture.   Maybe it’s the comfort of following.  Maybe it’s knowing one isn’t alone.

As a child, my favorite trail was the higher one.  Farther up on the hill, narrower than the low trail, I’d have to climb just to reach it.  It had the better view.  It still does.


I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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