Sunday is about as good a place to end this trip report as any. Sunday finds me back in a place of magic and power, another consistent theme of the past few days.
Here is a great candidate for the Great Tree thread
And another (there are dozens in this place)
Speaking of core, this is a Milktoast powerhouse. Its where I come to recharge my batteries.
I know this rock like a lover's collarbone
I only bring them that I love here
Oh and then to see this place through their eyes and feel it through their fingers, watch their nostrils flair as they breathe in the juniper purfumed air...
A girl can unwind here, not a care in the whirled
And get lost in her reasons for being...
Thanks Taco for letting me think out loud. These trips are very, very hard on the soul. Squeezing a diamond out of coal helps render the hours and days in the prison ships into something more meaningful.
I'm going to close this out with a haunting poem my daughter penned, next post.
Papa never could sit still
Whether skiing, climbing, hiking or traveling
Papa never could sit still
From Brazil to Berlin to Britain and back
Papa never could sit still
I can see his worst nightmare is to stay locked up
Remain stationary for days on end
Papa never could sit still
From Paris to Austria to Texas and home
Papa never could sit still
He lives for the rush, the danger, the adrenalin
But travels to keep us fed
Papa never could sit still
From Hawaii to Vancouver to the U.K. again
Papa never could sit still
He tries, I can see
To stay and take care of us
To bring us into his world of adventure
To the mountains, to the foothills, to the oceans and cities
But in the morning I know that he'll be gone once again
Because Papa never could sit still
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