Into the Moonlight

Down up, down up. Energy pouring out, energy pouring in. It seems I'm either pushing boulders uphill or flying down the hill with my feet in the air trailing behind. Currently I'm pushing a boulder uphill. The thing that is hardest to remember is that with patience and love there is a way to make a home, even in the uphill house. Meanwhile I'm trailing a line of pebbles in the form of words hoping to make my way up into the moonlight.