This is an old picture - taken in 2008 on my way to California from Forks - someplace just out of Port Angeles on the puddle-jumper on the way to Sea-Tac. But when I saw it on my iPhoto today, it spoke to me about where I am now, in Michigan . . . far from home, but not out of touch with my own place on Washington's Olympic Peninsula. I am thinking of a song from the '70's which was meaningful to me when I first moved to Forks:
Click above to hear it.
('m tryin'. I'm tryin'.)
And beneath that . . . still I hear. . . I cannot rest from travel. I will drink Life to the lees . . . some work of noble note may yet be done . . . 'tis not too late to seek a newer world . . .
But that boat already sailed. Didn't it?
It is too late, isn't it? Get real.
It is too late, isn't it? Get real.
3 comments:
Who sez it's "too late". You're still breathing, aren't you?
Nonono Marsha -- listen to that voice. (Then again, I listen to that voice and look where it lands me -- all over the planet!)
Hi Ma, Just an FYI, I tried to click on the song, but it seems to be a broken link. I have been curious and thought I would actually sign in and let you know I am peeking in every once in a while, instead of being invisible.
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