Where could it possibly end? Wait, it ends because of a road. You stop and stare and calculate. "Where exactly am I going?, is it necessary? does it serve a purpose?" Suddenly your train of thought becomes uncalculated... you become a pawn, your life, your existence is on a chess board. Hold please - I need milk and eggs. That's where I was going. Do I really need milk and eggs?
I not only read the Bible, C.S. Lewis and Billy Graham - I also read Shel Silverstein. He was amazing. His use of words were incredible. He had the ability to teach through poetry. Not only that, his artwork was simple, probably not to him - I'm sure every drawing had a story. He died of a heart attack at 66. So maybe, THE SIDEWALK DOES END.
"I'M MAKING A LIST
I'm making a list of the things I must say for politeness,
And goodness and kindness and gentleness, sweetness and rightness:
Hello
Pardon me
How are you?
Excuse me
Bless you
May I?
Thank you
Goodbye
If you know some that I've forgot, please stick them in your eye."
-Shel Silverstein, page 37 - Where the Sidewalk Ends
An artist, a poet, a writer that I absolutely LOVE.
Where exactly does the Sidewalk End? You tell me.
As always,
Traci(ee), Tod and Cooper
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