I’ve lived the fog of distance –
life’s highway a series of hills
destination without promise
Have learned that acceptance gains perspective
that climates change, and hope sustains
and that in the stillness dreams renew.
Now I travel quieter paths, appreciate
space, have surrendered to a slower pace –
certain that this too will change.
(For Lens-Artists Challenge: distance)
One Woman's Quest II 
Very nice post, I hope things do not change for you if that is what you want.
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Thanks Geri. Seems life has a way of changing
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Another thought-provoking post. I am perfectly happy to travel quieter paths, to give my head a chance to settle.
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Yes…especially that…thanks.
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🙂
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Hopefully this poem does not mean that one should stop traveling.
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During the current epidemic, it is frowned upon. We are encouraged to stay home. Thus the last line – this too will pass.
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Thoughtful words, VJ. Beautiful views from a distance.
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Thanks Amy
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Yes there is indeed something to be said for a slower pace VJ. And you’ve said it beautifully both in words and images.
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Thanks Tina
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Yup … whatever is won’t be indefinitely … everything always changing. It’s these unexpected abrupt changes that leave us frantically gasping. (Grateful I can still gasp!)
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Good point Jazz. Thanks.
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Thoughtful words and photos. Excellent.
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Thank you, John
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Very well done! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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