Old Oak

A trail beckons, opens its arms and calmly welcomes,
Rocks jump and crack with each step,
Moving slightly to preserve her memory.
A never ending tunnel ahead,
Shrinking space provoking curiosity and wonder.

A Light Soul

Ithaca by Constantine Cavafy is my life's battle cry. The above is only a small excerpt of this powerful poem (see full poem and various translations here). These words found me. They found me when I was in a foreign land beginning to tap into who I truly was as a person. It points out that I control many of the evils in my own life. It reminds me to embrace exploration and not wish away any moment, good or bad. The list goes on and will only continue to grow. Ithaca constantly brings about new lessons and reminds me of old ones.