Even the yellow brick road had a starting point. Here's mine.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
A small fiery particle thrown off from a fire, alight in ashes, or produced by striking together two hard surfaces such as stone or metal.
I have no hard surfaces, except my head. But I have a small glowing light within me that will grow if I feed it the right fuel. The fuel would most certainly be the right kind of fuel to allow the spark to grow and burn at its brightest.
Just like Dorothy I will have to start my journey at the beginning, or today, and follow a guided path. Spark will be my Glenda.
Now to begin my journey.