Wonderment wander meant won dear mint

Road from Pateros to Twisp in Washington
What I happily missed while I was there

So the words progress as they write themselves, so many words and even more meanings. A song that is a poem of love and praise, written and sung for decades and finally for the bride to be. Thanks for all life has given me, for everything I have done and can do. For the song of the future and the song of all of us.
For two weeks I walked the desert mountains and finally plunged into a mountain lake to feel the freedom of weightlessness of being in space without pain or pressure. It was a risk, because by plunging into the unknown without understanding my capacity for physical stress I raised the bar and toyed with my own reality, my muscle memory of the past and strangely enough tested the boundaries of a friendship in the making.
So I jumped in and watched the mountain disappear slowly instead of coming closer, a mirage of sorts, but a reality also. Because as I got closer to the mountain, I became more fatigued and chilled and the relative distance increased whereas the physical distance grew shorter. 
I could not go on without help and luckily I reached out and unknown to me helped arrived both psychologically in a friend who did not criticize and in strangers who only wanted to help. Another lesson......