Once upon a time I unearthed a skeleton key buried in a badger hole. The rusty key unlocked a secret garden gate that led to a lifetime of fantasy and adventure, history and travel. From The Leaky Cauldron to the Great River of Narnia, each place taught lessons I carry with me.
Swinging on vines through unspoiled jungles of Africa without ever leaving my bedroom, freedom became more important than worldly objects. Entire summers were spent sleuthing in the Osceola Public Library with Nancy Drew, solving mysteries hidden under the stairs.
Across the ravaged south I trekked, following love into the cold Shenandoah Mountains. Back home, the choiring trees of the Ozark Mountains sang to me.
Kite fighting in Kabul brought courage and redemption, the likes of which I had never witnessed. Exotic smells and sounds came alive while brilliant colors spiraled and floated through the air, touched rooftops, rested on the ground.
Searching for the meaning of life and mourning all things lost, I found myself while hiking the wild Pacific Crest Trail.
Visiting the egyptian pyramids from my porch swing, I discovered when something is truly desired, the universe conspires to make it achievable.
Where have you been lately?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”
― Dr. Seuss, I Can Read With My Eyes Shut!
Musical Pairing:
Sail Away
I’m blogging my way through the alphabet.
A to Z April Blog Challenge. R is for Reading…
A to Z April Blog Challenge. R is for Reading…
