Just start walking. One foot in front of the other. Where I go, I know not. Head down letting the wind surround me, I trod through life’s domain. The light guides my path and I reach forward to grab the moment. Moments of truth, moments of silence. The silence of being present is terrifying, whispering in my ear the sanctity of wonder. Just around the bend again and then again. The journeys end is calling me, pulling me along as the wispy dandelion seeds fly past my ears in a sudden rush of adrenalin and filling my heart once more with hopes of Grace. Grace only found by continuing. “Keep going”, the dandelion seeds seem to whisper. Tears of strength roll down my face creating puddles of salty water with each step, so keep going, I will.