At this pivotal time in my Country's history, it is becoming even more difficult to imagine traveling...anywhere.
As I write this, my Country is facing the real possibility of being terrorized by a madman and his minions.
The United States of America has faced this threat before.
I have lived most of my life in peace. I am, as I write this, fifty-seven years old and I have been a hitchhiker of sorts since 1993. I have a blog that is eight-years old now that I started in 2004. It is called, "Ruthie In The Sky."
And all I want is peace to continue...the kind that swings a baby to sleep in the afternoon...above the fragrant grass and below the mid-Summer sun. The kind that gives a young boy the chance to experience the timeless pleasure of fishing, from the edge of an old rowboat.
There is so much in this mortal life that is precious...and woven through the fabric of each person's life...is peace...if each of us is lucky.
At this pivotal point in my Country's history, I stand firm and with my brothers and sisters across our planet...praying that, no matter what...humanity will never forget the secret of life. And may we all continue to find another beautiful pathway...to the magic that preserves our spirit of adventure.
Wherever I get to share a smile.*