Margot

Alan Wildsmith
6 days ago
1 min read

Stood at the foot of the mountain, learning my sherpa’s language.

I mustn’t assume, and should be willing… if I choose to follow.

Paths pounded by these guides for thousands of years - my life depends on her now; now I’ve decided.

Ego has its collar; I fix my lead.

Gusto, hubris and fire in check.

Side by side we walk.

Trust forms.

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