A Weary Traveler
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Yes, during the time I wrote these pieces, I was a weary traveler. I was searching, and it may seem at times from the words that flow from me that there is a lack of faith. There wasn’t, and there isn't today. It was just the weariness that can come from traveling the paths we choose for ourselves even though we say we don’t want to be on them. Yet, here they are. Some paths are personal. Some are part of the groups of humans with which we identify.
My words sometimes reflect a personal venting; other times an awareness of the Truth that holds for all of us; and sometimes simply personal observations of the world around me. I can only continue to search until I find the keys that open doors along the way. |