Puddle Tromping

A new year approaches. 2007 will soon be a part of our histories, part of our "remember when" memories.

I decided to give this place of reflection, poetry and thought a face lift in honor of a new year. It's not final quite yet, there are still some odds and ends to work on. I'm still working the title too, but it'll come. It'll come...

My goal in writing is to be as genuine and real as I can muster up the courage to be, about the nitty-gritties of life. Although Truth is definitely Truth, I do not believe that life is dominated by black-and-white answers, as in easy to answer answers. Maybe it's the journey to Truth that muddles the black and white into puddles of grey. It's in those puddles of a not-so-perfect world that tightly-bound picture-perfect answers do not suffice.

And so I want to taste each new day through the eyes of a child. This innocence, this unstoppable joy, this trust of others, this playfulness. Tasting through the eyes you ask? Exactly. I want to taste my experiences. And if I tromp through the puddles for not only myself but for and with others as well, then the journey may still be messy, but at least it'll taste good.