“When we stride or stroll across a frozen lake, we place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy. Who is down there but our old teachers?”    Robert Bly

“The gypies know my future
the angels know my past.
I roll around this big wide world
to find a love to last.
I’m weary from my wandering
Lord I’m wounded in a war
I’ll lay me low where the willows grow
listen to that river song
river runs by my window
river runs by my door
river runs sp sweet might
never roam no more.
might never roam no more.”
Tom Rush