“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
The time has come to say goodbye to what’s comfortable and hello to the unknown.
Once, I lived in a bucolic town where my children picked flowers and berries, made mud pies and watched Fourth of July fireworks explode in the night sky. They rode bicycles in the summer heat and ate popsicles on the front porch. My little three-ring circus and I learned to ride horses, chase chickens and feed sheep. It was an idyllic life, the kind of contentment that sounds too good to be true and exists only in storybooks. Okay, maybe there were occasional horse pies mixed in with some of the mud pies, but I can assure you, the happiness felt was quite real. But life moves on. And soon, one of the kids was accepted into a program in another school, in another place. The house sold and we moved across town, only to find ourselves moving again, towards a grander adventure…