“I will be fine mother,” said a 20 year old girl named Raven. “I know, I just wish you did not want to move out.” Said her mother. Raven was now moving out to go on the open road, to be a lone soul. “I know you do mother,” she said. And with those words, she sets off on the open road. She wanders a trail in the forest. She is wearing a purple Victorian dress with a purple cloak; she stops to get something to eat. She takes out a piece of bread from her black bag. Then, suddenly, she hears something. She looks around in a panic. “Who is...
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
It's the Journey That's Important
by John McLeod
Life, sometimes so wearying
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a wisdom that is old
Beyond our 'living memory'
A softly spoken prayer:
"It's the journey that's important,
Not the getting there!"
Ins and outs and ups and downs
Life's road meanders aimlessly?
Or so it seems, but somehow
Leads us where we need to be,
And being simply human