Sunday, January 07, 2007
journeyman/woman along many paths
The path to the barn...
The path to the pile...
The path to the outside world...
The path to possibility...
I travelled over the earth
Before I became a learned person.
I have travelled, I have made a circuit,
I have slept in a hundred islands, dwelt in a hundred cities.
-Taliesin
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Beautiful pictures, beautiful words.
I have traveled the world over, looking for myself. ~Joni
Love these pathways. There is something humanatural about them. Lovely landscape; precious possibility.
Thank you to both of you.
We are in a new space over here... Keil Bay is getting massages and our trainer says his "aura is softer" -- which seems to be having an effect on me as well. It makes perfect sense that it *would* but I forgot to expect it!
Joni, I am heading over to your place to see if you're back home!
billie
Love them!
Matthew, you walk those same paths as much as I do... I hope it feels the same way for you as for me.
billie
Paths! Love them, can't resist them, am quite fascinated with how they're made & alerted, abandoned. Beautiful pictures.
Bluesmama,
I love paths too. The first three are made and kept by us, obviously, but the last one is, I think, an old farm road that seems to just stay clear. I know where it leads, but somehow, when I look up that wooded lane, all I see is something yet to come.
You can't see it this time of year, but in summertime when the trees are lush and full, the path seems to end in a huge swath of sunlight, as there is a clearing up at the far end.
There's also a path I didn't capture, that seems to be made and kept clear by deer running through the woods. I noticed the past few weeks with all this unseasonably warm weather there are young pine trees rubbed bare near the ground - which I think might be bucks rubbing their antlers.
billie
I feel similar things, but not exactly the same. And this visiting this blog helps me to see that, to appreciate you in new ways.
I love how the pictures you take let me see the same things I see, but through your eyes.
I love how reading your writing lets me visit the same events, but with your perspective.
There was a post over at Murderati today about looking out old windows with new eyes.
Kind of the same thing, don't you think?
billie
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