Rest. Nap as often as you need;life can be exhausting – store up. Cry. Let your feelings be known –your voice is your saving grace. Joy is a whole body experience;immerse yourself in total delight. Hold on to those who love you;your survival depends on them. See the world through new ideas;you never know what […]
Blue expandingcrisp whiteof tiny sails –horizon The lull is gentlelucidity swellingserenity present How safe it isto imagine limitlessnesswhen I am groundedbreast to railinganchored ashore. (Image my own)
Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
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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