... on a misbegotten detour through the foothills ... I followed the smoke from your chimney ... lost in a snow mist morning ... it took years to get back home
Dear Teresa, it's taken me years to get back home also. The journey to the deepest center of myself has demanded an honesty and generosity I never knew I had. Peace to you this Advent season.
Life is full of detours. Confusion forms illusion which can delude us into many ways. Only time and experience will bring us back to our truest home, and that definitely takes some time. Very well written.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year my friend. May joy, hope and comfort come along your way in days to come. God bless.
sometimes life gives us detours, what can we do but follow them
ReplyDeleteYes, it seems to be part of the deal ... good to see you, Linda. :)
DeleteSometimes the smoke rises from the mind parted. We follow and find the makings of happiness. It seems to me a recurring journey.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Geo., for leaving this thoughtful comment.
DeletePerfect image for a piece of haunting poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you. So good to see you. :)
DeleteDear Teresa, it's taken me years to get back home also. The journey to the deepest center of myself has demanded an honesty and generosity I never knew I had. Peace to you this Advent season.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this deeply thoughtful comment, Dee. This is beautifully said and so very true for myself, as well.
DeleteWishing you a peaceful Christmas.
Life is full of detours. Confusion forms illusion which can delude us into many ways. Only time and experience will bring us back to our truest home, and that definitely takes some time. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas and Happy New Year my friend. May joy, hope and comfort come along your way in days to come. God bless.
It certainly is, and your response so very true. Thank you. I'm grateful for your friendship.
DeleteMerry Christmas and Happy New Year. May it be filled with wonderful blessings.