A Journey Backward
A JOURNEY BACKWARD
I dream of wine stored in goatskin bags, and cheese and bread eaten on a hillside with a man with long, white hair and twinkling blue eyes and the knowledge of the past stored in the knapsack of his heart. To know, perchance to dream of other places and other times as I take a slow pull from the goatskin bag and nibble the bread and cheese from the hands of time. Do you want to join me on this journey to another world, left behind by those with greedy minds and stoney hearts? I promise it will be one you will not forget, one you will hold dear to tell your grandchildren about as they sit at your knee. Come with me to this long gone time and know the peace of the soul.