Standing on the edge of a seabed of change has none of that tranquility. Too often the calm other side of growth is obscured and unknown. The multitude of perils seems overwhelming. The longer I stand at this precipice between what was and what might be, the deeper my feet sink into the sand.
Step Into the Mud
There I am. Perhaps you are with me. Staring at the possibility that light and life are just a little further, just there on the other side of this muddy seabed in front of us. We cannot know for sure what awaits. We have only hope.
bevfriedlander 