Beautiful lines...”I ask the Universe to keep me on track while I merrily go off the rails. The way out and back is long and full of surprises, strange switchbacks, tasty morsels. // Morsels, like crumbs left to mark a trail. . . . What does it matter if the birds eat the crumbs? It is so glorious to be lost.” I enjoyed your lists at the bottom.
For a long time, I dreamed of being a van dweller and exploring the country. I love road trips and Sundays drive. I've insisted that my husband and I do a Sunday drive every week, just to leave the screens and chores behind. He's always surprised how wonderful it is just to see new vistas along the way. Now we don't do long road trips any more unless visiting family. I miss them, but Jeff was the one driving all the time. And he commuted between Truckee and San Jose every week, so it was like a postman's holiday for him. This post of yours was so wonderful. Thank you.
"I ask the Universe to keep me on track while I merrily go off the rails." I love that. I think it will be my new prayer. And making pearls out of sad memories. Lovely. Better than lemonade from lemons.
Beautiful lines...”I ask the Universe to keep me on track while I merrily go off the rails. The way out and back is long and full of surprises, strange switchbacks, tasty morsels. // Morsels, like crumbs left to mark a trail. . . . What does it matter if the birds eat the crumbs? It is so glorious to be lost.” I enjoyed your lists at the bottom.
For a long time, I dreamed of being a van dweller and exploring the country. I love road trips and Sundays drive. I've insisted that my husband and I do a Sunday drive every week, just to leave the screens and chores behind. He's always surprised how wonderful it is just to see new vistas along the way. Now we don't do long road trips any more unless visiting family. I miss them, but Jeff was the one driving all the time. And he commuted between Truckee and San Jose every week, so it was like a postman's holiday for him. This post of yours was so wonderful. Thank you.
"I ask the Universe to keep me on track while I merrily go off the rails." I love that. I think it will be my new prayer. And making pearls out of sad memories. Lovely. Better than lemonade from lemons.