For simplicity sake I partake
In this account I share without
Desire for requite's sake
Of simple dreams in my mind I tout.

A botanical garden self-sustained
With cats and frogs and bees,
Healing body, mind, and soul that's pained.

A wall of windows and enclosures
To hold, facing southward from above,
Specimens of other climate's treasures.

A house, a home, a heart
With room enough to spare
For ground upon to start

A new path for any one to tread,
Void of media distraction and greed
And rather lovingly filled instead

With freedom to express,
Through which I digress,
Into simplicity I've dreamed,
Impossible, it's never seemed.


For now, my prose lies mostly within the realm of shadow as it always has. Through temperament it's found rare opportunities to speak eloquently, openly, and honestly as you've done so well here, OP.

Some things you ask of others to remember - of climbing and hiking, particularly paired personally - no, friend, there is no struggle for I to see at any given moment the last reach I've taken into walking, being, simply moving as and with Mother.

Upward Long's Peak in '97 is my last climb. A 6-hour trek through downtown Indy into my suburb due Subaru fuel pump gimped two years back is my last hike. For most people, it is circumstance. I enjoy remembering that 6-hour walk home with no friend to call for help. And thus, I thank you, for once more bringing it to the forefront.

When I reached my home, there was no longer any "Why me?" "Why now?" or "When will it get better?". There was only, "I'm home" and in that - no worry worth wandering a thought unto. Lying down to sleep that night was one of the most worry-free moments in my life. No matter how un-empowered I knew it would seem I would be come morning with no working vehicle and places to be, I was still at supreme ease and peace with myself. I nodded off knowing not how it would all work out, yet knowing it would without a doubt.

Most people, sadly, would only desire to hold onto negative memories of such an ordeal. Most people would not take the first step on their own alone to use their two God-given feet to take them where they need to be.

Most people would wonder and wait to see who will save them, and have nothing but fear, anxiety, and hate to remember of the wait.