Ohhhhh, long live the days . . .
We are counseled again and
again to live in the present and
let the past stay in the past
where it belongs. And to some
degree, I utterly agree.
For me, it's all about visiting,
a kind of vacation, if you will.
I'm at the end of those crazy
days of summer when I would
enjoy a trip or two, but both
my shekels and energy banks
are in the red.
I take a seat in one of my fave
places, settle in and close my
eyes. I flick through my mental
atlas and decide where I'd like
to visit. Italy? The Guatemalan
border? My childhood home?
The joy this brings me is
tantamount to heaven on earth.
Having said that, I visit. I
return to myself, my home,
my life, my present. And, am
happy to do so.
I get it . . . being stuck in the
past is no place to be. So
wouldn't wish to live there.
Still, the odd trip is most
lovely to take and 'tis a very
special trip indeed.
Methinks my dad would also
appreciate that no intake of
special hallucinogens are
necessary for this kind of
travel. Ha!
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