I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
A beautiful post, VJ. Love your thoughts as well.
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Thanks so much!
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Love how the trees seem to form an arch in the last window view. ❤ I'd love to be the passenger instead of always the driver. It's all in the eye's of the beholder.
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It really is. For years, it was always me driving, until health took it away. Couldn’t take these pics from the driver’s seat.
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So true. There are advantages to being in the passenger seat. My daughter says to me, “Did you see that!” I reply, “No, I’m concentrating on driving.”
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I love how you brought the spiritual into the physical! Well done V.J.! ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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Great points of view.
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Thanks Jon
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Those photos tell a lot of stories in itself
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Thank you. I think they do.
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These are beautiful car window views. The narrow, long road is my favorite! 🙂
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Thanks Amy. I love that view.
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Love the image of the road ahead VJ. Really tells a story
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Thanks Tina!
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