The other side of now Can you throw yourself over the edge of the moment? Cross the divide between where you've been and where you might begin a new direction? You can see it plainly, the path behind -lake gleaming in the sun dark shadows beneath the rocks, holes plunging into the past- but ahead, around the bend is only sky, blue with promise and only smallest clouds on the horizon to signal storms ahead. You sit on a rock, quiet, eat cherries, drink cool, clear water and think. Going ahead is not the question. It's how you see it, whether to continue or to throw yourself ahead into the mystery with no maps, no charts, only hope that the way will open before you with some sign, -lucky penny or smooth, sleek rock or tree alight with gold at sunset- to tell you to have faith, to take your bearings from a newer brighter star.

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