Walking and wandering through our everyday moods and moments we often ask questions about furthering ourselves on the invisible path. We believe we're positioned in the correct moment that will one day serve as a harvest of success. Only to stop when least expected to wonder why it feels as if we've become cracked. Most of the time we try to pass it to the side. Other times the journey opens the heart to a page in the soul that reminds us that nothing is forever. It's ok to attempt to paint the exact portrait of your participation. But within those lines is the deeper story. From where you stand can you still see the origin of your roots? How are they being placed in your furthering steps? Or is the path of multiple layers and colors just another you that showed up one day and you were too tired to dump them?