What is this fire that roars in my ears? This burning, excitement, crazy-eyed, wild, hold that life has on me? What is it that haunts me and causes me to hold my breath at the wonder? How many times do I have to close my eyes to feel the rush of wind on my face, bringing me back into the presence of the here and now? Why do I jump in and feel, not looking back, knowing that with every step, I am closer to the reality of what I long for, yet never quite reaching it? How far must I go to fulfill the expansive mind that will not quiet itself? How long will I hold my own torch in my hands, the light illuminating the pathway to the top of the hill which I seek?
Stephanie Parry 
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