Slippery slope of time
Makes of us adventurers
Out to take a chance.
Signposts wreathed in fog
Compass must reside within
Guide our own sure way.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I really like this so much! Yes compass must reside within! xx
Thanks, Lynn.
Very nice and again I love the title!
Thanks.
🙂 xx how is your back?
My back is healed! The scab fell off Friday. You’re a dear for asking. ❤
I am so glad, have been wondering if it was healed up! xxx
Happy to have reached this season in life where I see the value in looking within rather than looking out to others.
I’m glad you feel that way. I think it is freeing.
I see this as one of the benefits of aging. This perspective is true for me, and probably for you two as well. If it was closer to a truth for more “old ladies” like us, I think there would be more happy and healthy senior citizens.
I share your outlook about healthy aging. I live in a N.O.R. C. (naturally occurring retirement community) – a regular apartment building where by chance many of us are vintage-aged. We laugh a lot at the amazement of still being here. The two oldest of our bunch are 96. One is still driving. We play word games to keep our minds agile.
You’ve captured the twists and turns of life in these few lines, with the ultimate lesson of trusting yourself.
Thanks for your comment. You truly “got” what I was hoping to express.