Adult reading lesson, journals: DD Scattered

I never really know where to begin. I’ll sit down to write about one thing, and then something else will sneak in — like when you open the fridge for milk and come back with a slice of pie.

Today, I was going to write about the old willow at the edge of the swamp. It’s been leaning a little more each year, like it’s tired of standing straight. But on my way to take a photo, I saw a heron standing in the shallows, still as stone. Then I forgot all about the willow because I wanted to watch the heron’s reflection ripple in the water.

That’s how my mind works. One trail leads to another, and pretty soon I’m somewhere I didn’t plan to be.

And you know what? I’m learning that’s okay. You don’t have to have your whole path mapped out before you start. You just start — anywhere — and see where it takes you.

So here’s my first post. It began with a tree, wandered into the shallows, and landed here, with you. Let’s see where we end up next.