As if forever was a given, pave stones set about a garden advanced in years would tell of courageous feet and purposed paths.  Etched upon each one the tempestuous vagaries of life.  I walked there, and have come across none twice.

The next step before me waits for its instructions.  The year spins past and the intricate journey satisfies something deep.


2 thoughts on “Pavestones

    • Thank you for the comment. I appreciate feedback! The title of your post restates a question I’ve often asked myself. What does indeed happen? There are transitions in life that seem to alter the human spirit. I loved the description of your grand-daughter. I could really envision her standing there with her love gift outstretched. I have grandchildren too.

      Good hearing from you!



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