Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I think I’ll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar, Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star. But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue, Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too... And in the winding route, this journey's bound to bide content, But most of all take heed - let's make our journey life's event.
from JOURNEY TO BE, by Mark Slaughter
Friday, November 5, 2010
Magic in the Treetops
There IS magic in treetops, with the rustling and whispering of their own secrets as the wind blows gently through their leaves. I used to sit up there to read when I was young. My sister and I would ride out bicycles to the library and fill our baskets with books. We would ride home, eagerly anticipating the adventures that lay ahead in our books. I would get pieces of fresh, juicy, ripe nectarines and peaches from the bowl on my mother’s kitchen table and put them, with two books, into a small basket with a handle. I would tie a rope on the handle, throw it over the lowest branch, and after swinging myself up to my first perch on my favorite tree, I would pull the basket up. I continued this way to the top of the tree, always conscious of the familiar footholds on the limbs that ensured my security. Perching myself in the top of the tree, the queen of the neighborhood would look out over her kingdom before embarking on a journey to a new time or place between the covers of my best friends…books! Needless to say, I was overlooked for many a chore by taking my refuge in the tree top…no one could find me!It was the perfect escape…food, book, and peace!