Present Distance

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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)

19 thoughts on “Present Distance”

Geri Lawhon says:

May 26, 2020 at 3:56 pm

Very nice post, I hope things do not change for you if that is what you want.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  May 26, 2020 at 4:02 pm
  
  Thanks Geri. Seems life has a way of changing
  
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moorezart says:

April 11, 2020 at 2:54 pm

Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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Liz Gauffreau says:

April 4, 2020 at 7:44 pm

Another thought-provoking post. I am perfectly happy to travel quieter paths, to give my head a chance to settle.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 4, 2020 at 9:44 pm
  
  Yes…especially that…thanks.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    April 5, 2020 at 8:27 am
    
    🙂
    
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usfman says:

April 3, 2020 at 10:52 pm

Hopefully this poem does not mean that one should stop traveling.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 4, 2020 at 10:59 am
  
  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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Amy says:

April 3, 2020 at 5:41 pm

Thoughtful words, VJ. Beautiful views from a distance.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 3, 2020 at 8:06 pm
  
  Thanks Amy
  
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Tina Schell says:

April 3, 2020 at 3:28 pm

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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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 3, 2020 at 8:00 pm
  
  Thanks Tina
  
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Jazz Jaeschke says:

April 3, 2020 at 10:11 am

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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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 3, 2020 at 10:13 am
  
  Good point Jazz. Thanks.
  
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JohnRH says:

April 3, 2020 at 9:52 am

Thoughtful words and photos. Excellent.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 3, 2020 at 10:09 am
  
  Thank you, John
  
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Deborah says:

April 3, 2020 at 9:50 am

You’re welcome! 🙂

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Deborah says:

April 3, 2020 at 9:48 am

Very well done! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 3, 2020 at 9:49 am
  
  Thanks Deborah!
  
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