Beginnings and boundaries

​And so we come to a new beginning, one as mundane or significant as we choose to notice. One of many daily, moment by moment new beginnings ....


I wonder where this road goes.  If we kept following it straight, even across borders and through waters, those artificial and very real delineators of spaces and countries, what would happen if we could just walk through.  Where would we end up if no one was saying to us this is the end, this is the border, this is mine and that's yours.  Don't cross without permission ....


I'm watching the birds fly back-and-forth giving entirely no regard to these artificial boundaries. Maybe as a new beginning I will look at my own artificial boundaries and, like a bird, just fly through them.