Chief Joseph led over a thousand men, women, and children on a trailblazing journey towards freedom, yet there are days when I can barely lead a single thought to water.
Still, I’ve managed to build a crawlspace beneath my heart where shreds of optimism gather to weave themselves into mercies.
I’ve learned that the difference between a kiss and finding a crumpled ten in my pocket still adds up to good fortune;
that the clouds above won’t allow us to throw a noose over them;
that even a wild beat can’t always raise the bail for self-imprisoned feet.
Our alternatives aren’t exhausted; they’re just getting a second wind.
RichRant 