A bell in the distance is always a bell and not yet a death knell as you grasp brambles and branches for a ration of natural guidance and consent to a series of red streaks they grant as stigmata on your forearms and hands. You are not an abandoned spirit, rather one of many pilgrims who follow a related road, a path scratched on a map with sticks and hard blood that carries you to another garden door.
What a refreshing respite from the workaday world; to wake up on a Tuesday morning and - coffee safely in hand - consume these words like a warm meal for the soul. One gets lost in these little worlds that you conjure, Victor - thank you for that.
A Strong Path Of Roses And Rocks
What a refreshing respite from the workaday world; to wake up on a Tuesday morning and - coffee safely in hand - consume these words like a warm meal for the soul. One gets lost in these little worlds that you conjure, Victor - thank you for that.
So beautiful and inspiring. I think a word in the last line needs to be "petals" not "pedals"? Thank you so much for sharing this.
"You are not an abandoned spirit", a moving phrase. Such wonderful phrasing for this landscape.
Nice meditation. For me a confirmation that leaving the mundane and practical world is what sets our feet on a surer path, our own. Thanks for it!
‘The vessel’ is waiting for me too but like you I’ll ‘ stay awhile ‘. I loved the mood. Thanks.
I loved the rhythm in this piece, Victor! Thanks for sharing.
This is amazing! I loved reading this today. Such profound beauty and encouragement.