I fear the denouement –the moment of reckoningwhen the winding pathunravels; when intentions,transient at best, revealthemselves as common liesand soul crumples before lightrecognizing this is not the end. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Young woman, I see your painremember a time when I toostruggled for autonomy, purpose Wish I could reach acrossthe span of generations, mirrorthe beauty that I see, release the tangle of deception that binds,facilitate your potential, helpadvance your journey, lift you beyond the clutter and noiseand deliver you to freedom, butyour book has not been […]
Symptoms –YieldingSpiritTamperedEnthusiasmMuteIncomprehensibleChallenge (M.E. or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis is said to be systemic. Every so often it reminds me so I attempt to write through it. Image and poem 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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