The Journey

You wait in the work room hoping the carpenter will arrive. When he doesn’t, you stand outside.  Across the grass you see the cottage – a perfect ginger bread house.  Walking towards the cottage you spot a low white picket

Intrigued, with the envelope in your hand you sit heavily in the chair causing it to rock you back and forth.  Slowly you turn the envelope over and pull out a piece of paper.  You unfold it and read: Dear

Intrigued by the letter you read it several times.  As you consume your simple, but delicious lunch you think about the invisible author.  Replete, you sit back and rock gently in the chair to imbibe the peaceful scene.  The lavish

Bemused by all your have seen and heard, you slowly walk back to the cottage.  The sun has now disappeared behind the trees, the air quickly cools and you feel in need of a cup of tea.   Although you are

The events of last night, and that mantle of peace, are still with you when you awake.  Despite the lack of meeting the carpenter and the unknown cook, you have not felt lonely, or alone.  After another hearty breakfast and

As you did before you straddle the donkey’s back.  He lifts his head, heehaws and glances in your direction.  Are his eyes reflecting his welcome or gratefulness at your leaving your backpack behind?  You pat your pocket, for within is

Once inside the narrow gorge the towering mountain on either side causes the temperature to drop.  Despite your jacket you shiver.  The donkey glances towards you.  His steady pace turns into a trot as he tramps through the long thin

Descending into the valley the donkey takes you on a well-worn footpath by the bubbling spring of water.  This meanders over smooth stones on its way far beyond the habitations along its banks.  With a growing affection for the donkey

After many mouthfuls of refreshing drink, you feel you have lunched on numerous fruits.  In the valley the church bell rings out one o’clock.  It’s time to explore further with a hope of meeting people.  The beam of bright sunlight

The clattering of the donkey’s hooves on the cobbles bring an echo of a dozen passing through.  Once out of the square, he chooses to walk up the incline on the rough grass, not the worn steps.  As you head