crumbs

I have somewhat unconsciously left a good many things alone the past six weeks or so. I can count on one hand the number of times I've picked up my camera. This space has been quiet - I really don't have much to write. That's not to say there isn't anything going on. Much to the contrary, actually. I'm just not sure what it all means or where it's taking me.

I feel like Gretel in the woods following the crumbs "home." I take a few steps and then wait for the next. Outside of my family, these crumbs and this little walk through the woods is consuming...in the best kind of way. And as soon as I feel like I may be on the wrong path or must have taken a wrong turn, another little crumb appears confirming my walk and giving me confirmation to keep going. I have NO idea where this little walk is taking me but I know who is leaving the crumbs. Because of this, I can walk without fear and anxiety.

So, I'm being open. Antennae up.

And honest.

Willing.

Unafraid (most of the time).

Trying not to think about the crumbs that lay ahead, just holding the one that's been placed in my hands.