I am essentially an Alone Person. A contained unit. My own ecosystem.
I belong deeply to myself.
I’m outwardly looking and inwardly focused. Deeply and eclectically spiritual. A worshipper of all that is Holy.
I come alive inside other people’s words. Sometimes my own. But it is the poets who save my live.
I am an introvert, but not a hermit. A wanderer. A pilgrim.
My spirit awakens when I walk. Beauty appears when I am on foot, and stories are distilled from the photographs living in my phone.
I have arrived on the other side of my BIG NEW SHINY beginning. I have survived the Heroine’s Return, the death of a little cat who loved me, a Life Without A Shape and the Consequences of Kindness.
I am living in and through and around a Pandemic.Without illusions, I am now Here, living within the words of my favourite poet, honouring the Daily Braveries it takes to be a human:
And me
I travel the old roads again and again
wearing a different life in a house surrounded by trees
At night the dropping pecans make little clicks above us
Doors closing
More and more I understand what people do
I appreciate the daily braveries
clean white shirts
morning greetings between old men
Again I see how
once the boat tips
you never forget the sensation of drowning
even if you sing yourself the familiar songs
Naomi Shihab Nye
This is a personal blog featuring my favourite #poems, photographs and the related #travelstories, and my daily quest to live a life of Freedom and Beauty, while I walk a Path with Heart.
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