He is the planner,
planning routes and stops,
measuring distances, researching
particulars, focused on specifics
I am the organizer,
organizing a mass cull,
distribution of worldly possessions
to kids, goodwill, or garage sales
He is the scheduler,
scheduling maintenance,
pre-departure inspections,
double-checking mechanicals
I am the communicator,
communicating itineraries
answering emails, phone calls
reassuring family left behind
We lose each other
in the preparation scramble,
absorbed as we are in personal
agendas, anxious for departure.
The future is unknown,
we have committed to the leap,
replaced obligations with openness,
are setting sail on a new adventure.
We are questers,
questing after discovery,
retreating from a weighty past
leaving judgment in our dust.
We are travellers,
traveling off the beaten track,
chasing vibrant panoramas,
a close proximity to nature’s best.
This is so full of energy! Glad you got departed and made it through my neck of the woods – was delightful to sit and talk face to face. Hope we meet up again down the road somewhere.
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It was so good to meet you, Jazz! I hope we meet again – maybe on the road?
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How exciting! There will be so much to blog about…
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Thanks! Sure hope so!
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Beautiful rhythm to your writing VJ.
And so revealing. And equally subtle.
Love this piece. ✍️💫
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Thank you, Andrea. Feedback is always appreciated.
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