What if loyalty purchased this houseand commitment co-signed?We’d take out a mortgagebased on love – interest only What if our foundation was spiritualand our walls cornerstones of faith?We’d furnish our home with joyand leave room for wonder. Can you imagine the possibilitiesif we dedicated this life to service,if we made our marriage the hub,found a […]
No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
One Woman's Quest II 
there is something about an older truck that makes me happy………..i know this is weird but they always make me smile!
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VJ, I put my comment here to assure Wendi her sentiment is not weird. People that own trucks tend to take care of them and they last. They may be mud stained and weathered, but the engine runs better than the outside looks. To me, what you said is a good metaphor. Keith
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I LOVE this Keith, thank you so much for taking time to comment because I have never understood my true deep love for old trucks! 🙂 I hope your day is bless Keith!
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Wendi, VJ, it may not just be trucks. I had a coffee with an old friend and was asking him about a seventeen-year old Volvo he had about ten years ago. Guess what? He still has it. Keith
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Maybe it’s that it hung in there so long…like us (well me, anyway)….lol
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maybe that is it VJ! 🙂 🙂 I hope to own an old truck someday…….
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I’m particuarly drawn to the second photo. That landscape has stories to tell.
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Doesn’t it! Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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