...no matter how long, starts with one step. Some journeys begin without ceremony or actual knowledge that a first step had been taken. Now that I look back and see where I've come from and how far - the journey is apparent. There are things behind me and things ahead of me and I'm just taking one step at a time, sometimes stumbling, sometimes running, sometimes falling. Finding knowledge along the way - the nuts and berries that keep me going. A spiritual squirrel stashing things away for another time or another meal or a snowy day. I remember where I put them, but I don't know when I'll need them.
I suppose that I'll know when I know.
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