My someplace is my journey.It's like a cobweb with thousands of threads leading to thousands of
places but always from a solidlyand
masterfully designed center.
I remember this
little girl who, being of rebellious nature and of inquisitive mind, took a
walk one day and ended up 5 miles from her home.She was interested in the way the sidewalk
twisted and turned, and she was curious as to where it would lead.So off she went, not thinking about
consequences just wondering where the sidewalk would lead.
Meanwhile, at home,
her mother was frantic.She did not know
where her daughter went or disappeared to, or was she kidnapped?She called the police!
The little girl,
meanwhile, ended up at a supermarket where she found policemen approaching
her.They were quite friendly and so the
little girl answered all their questions without fear.Oh what a fun day this turned out to be for
the little girl; or so she thought.
Her mother came to
pick her up at the supermarket and was she ever furious!The little girl did not know why. After all,
she was fine, she was happy, and the policemen were so nice.
Later that day, her
mother reprimanded her for being so foolish as to walk away from the house
without telling anyone, but worse, from walking away from the house! Still the
little girl did not understand.
Now the little girl
is a woman and she continues to follow paths that lead her to someplace.Every path was an adventure and every
someplace was a place of wisdom.
The cobweb is this
person's being; the masterfully designed center is her spirit.Without one the other just falls into