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 --

5 comments:

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.

{{{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--