…walking to/from the Moon…
While the wild side has been presented as a carrot to take a walk, I have never needed enticement to walk and the construct of my childhood ego was that of a daredevil…so I made up my versions of “wild sides.”
I took many a walk on the sides of the street my parents considered wild, but they chose not to say “don’t,” but rather a host of wisdom speaks…
“son, do you really think that is appropriate?”—” “the outcome of that journey may have longer lasting affects that you know” —“finish your chores before…” — “if you think before you take action, you’ll know what to do…”
My parents like many wanted to protect but not constrict the child with waves of restrictions…and then I had two step parents. By age 6, I bragged to my friends, “I’ve got two mommies and two daddies, what do you have?” My stepmother and I started on the wrong foot, as I pulled on her wig as I asked “is that your hair?”
Our ill-fated intro combined with my father’s choice to communicate with his son more than his wife, created a bit of jealousy between my stepmother and I…she even went so far as to start arguments on why I chose to say “hello” vs. “hi.” Needless to say, this prompted me to further look at “wild sides” to walk and talk about.
So between last night and this sunrise, I peeped at the tail end of the full moon and was ready to take a walk in the direction of the light…I took the first step and realized that this was not a walk I wanted to do alone…maybe tomorrow!
