Scents
awaken
sleeping
memories
Clouds
paint
sweet
futures
against
stormy
histories
Travels
create
paths
where
strangers
meet
Footprints
reveal
treasures
beneath
my
feet
Language
explains
nothing
lost
in
translation
Slow
dances
move
us
toward
interpretation
Music
sounds
the
yearning
in
hearts
that
hide
Dreams
reveal
our
truth
sleeping
inside
3 comments:
M great colours again, love it! Love the title too! I've been reading a book by that title (a history of walking).
I enjoy the 'freedom' in your work, never too contrived, plus your courage to explore and write about your inner wanderings. You do have an inner 'wanderlust'don't you?!
*blows a sisterly kiss*
SJ xx
Another irony is that I went to your page the other day and read that you mentioned buying the book of the same title as the writing I had posted. I was hoping you would come by!
Thank you for your words of encouragement. Freeing the edits of the mind and steering from writing for an audience of acceptance is a practice of discipline, is it not?
And yes I do and realize it will never leave.
I caught it and send one back.
"Freeing the edits of the mind and steering from writing for an audience of acceptance is a practice of discipline, is it not?"
Yes! a difficult task and as I said - courageous. (Something I rarely do myself but admire and enjoy from others. ....maybe I'll give it a whirl.)
Ha! How 'bout that regarding Wanderlust! I'll add that to this week's list of 'random encounters' - (gonna post about them soon).
*smiles*
SJ xx
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