I love James Kavanaugh’s poetry. There are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves is the only thing I remember memorizing and not forgetting. But I really liked the above quote which I found today. Our lives are like that….footprints in the sand..but the wind does blow over them and the only direction is forward to new footprints. Because the old footprints have disappeared.
Interesting thoughts. Our past is like that. and probably best forgotten, so the path ahead is open. We cling to a lot of things from the past, perhaps because they are familiar; perhaps because we ‘think’ we ‘should’ because of roles we play or think we are assigned. Perhaps the answer is in the wind.