Sunday, June 02, 2013

Catching My Breath

I have let myself be dragged a few extra laps around the hippodrome -- a detour of a few years -- but that's all right: such is my character (fate, destiny). I'm soft, as Leks used to say: I've tended to just go wherever others wanted me to. But I've cut myself loose now, and hauled myself clear of hoofs and wheels. The red maple is in leaf, and I am old and battered: and I know precisely where I am going. Just catching my breath a bit, here by the side of the track. Then -- the next journey. Not feeling so openhanded with my time and effort; you may see less of me; but you'll be no less in my thoughts.

Thank you for everything!

Love, as ever --


Zhoen said...

Better than being unbending and ossified.

Rest, do what you gotta do.

Sabine said...

Take care.

rbarenblat said...

Clear of hoofs and wheels: that sounds like a blessing.

Close your hands as needed. Don't let us ask too much of you.


Rouchswalwe said...

Hope the sky is blue above and the earth feels good between your toes.

marly youmans said...

Furl or unfurl as needed, Dale--