I'm so thankful for the many well wishes and kind send offs.
These words of send off capture them all:
“Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding,
lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your
mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without
end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past
temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where
tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and
down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and
grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient
unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where
deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as
lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more
beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you
-- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”
― Edward Abbey
It is hard for me, one who keeps the roots solidly in the ground so much, to take flight. Ready? Set. Gooooooo
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