The footprints always lead forward, if you care to listen


It is a ritual of sorts to extract myself from a hyper-connected world to provide myself with therapy, hence the name of this blog.

It never ceases to amaze me how congested the mind gets until I’m simmering in the silence of my own thoughts with only the lapping of the river to periodically break my train of thought.

Throughout my life I’ve been consumed with where my path is taking me.

The need to do what it is that I’m truly supposed to do has proven elusive, but now that it is in reach, the cautious yet tentative parts of human nature are being drowned out by the overriding call of purpose.


Who am I to resist or run from a calling to simply opt to do what is “safe”. As I sit on the deserted banks of the Gunpowder River collecting and detoxing my thoughts. I notice my footprints and I slowly come to the realization that this is a metaphor for something larger.

Sometimes you have to look back in reflection in order to forge a path forward.


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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.