Life is not always a sea of roses, virgin landscapes or your favorite drink at the table. It is filled with bits of breadcrumbs, broken glasses and empty seats, gasps and headaches enough to ingest all the aspirin bottles at your local pharmacy. Yeah, it is life alright. We can never dictate it nor discard it but live it. So, ride your horse, pony or rabbit, whatever your heart ‘s content, whatever is inscribed to you at the grocery counter. Count your blessings and mistakes as it is yours to keep but don’t forget to dust, brush aside those feathers, once they become too much to handle and the desert unbearable to cross. It is the story of the great Amen, the gathering at the table, the footprints of what we call life.