Simplicity is the greatest adventure:
Simplicity is the greatest adventure you will have:
Simplicity is the greatest adventure you will have yet to come:
Simplicity is the greatest bravery of them all.
An invitation to visit a friend at her Georgian farmhouse but one that I hadn’t taken up for months, an invitation a hand reaching out but not taken.
An invitation that I took up one murky , obtuse sort of a day was it Tuesday was Wednesday who can truly say. Heavy footsteps up the hill ancipation and quivers were setting me of a chill.
Up , Up upon the woodland lane beyond the edge of reason some might say.
When footsteps take you forward there is no point in going back , windswept , worried nearing upset.
Through the scecret garden rusty gate would it be a headless horseman to relay my fate.
There upon I reach the gate turning back will be no more.
You spy a raven , shadow hopping about the moor thinking is Edgar Allan Poe come to spy.
Door bell rang .
In I go to a Victorian time capsule with Georgian flavour, seated upon a comfy sofa.
Where had I be at WI?
I was mentioned in dispatches.
“Who me ?”
So mentioned I had been ill.
“Oh no worries, we thought we had sacred you off”
“We thought you were brave coming to the WI on your own “
And there upon I was shown in the farmhouses secret garden.
Brave is the greatest simplicity.
Brave is adventures yet to come.
Brave doesn’t have to be complicated.