I suspect --I do not know, but suspect-- we are always rowing the boat ashore.
I suspect so, too, Geo.
So amazing how quickly your words brought that song back. Echoes from the past. The river is deep and wide. What awaits on the other side? When it comes to our worldly rivers, I'm becoming less certain, and more nervous.
I've become even more reclusive, maybe not a good thing, but it seems to suit me ... I'm able to stay at peace more readily and at this stage of life it's all I want - peace.
I suppose that doesn't seem like a good way for this sister to help trim the sail, but it is. I know it's what I can offer, stay at peace right where I am.
To my way of thinking it is just a matter of riding the current and let it take us where it may. I feel lucky to have been chosen to take the ride. I also seek a more peaceful existence as I get older but for me it is the contrast with the real world that makes me appreciate peace.
Peace is really all want anymore, that and a good walk, a good poem. I don't need the contrast so much, thank you. :))
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