Walk this way.
Kenya, 1967, Tsavo Game Preserve. Our bus had tipped over and thus we walked!
And, in spite of the fact that there had been only a few sprinkles early on during our walk,
Finally, I walked back across the square to the side entrance of the Casa Cultural.
Time to go, Grandma. Here’s your walking stick!
I know how to walk! I’m gonna walk my own way.
Beach walking
Me, at age 2, journeying into inner spaces.
Another inner journey.
Home Traveler
Alone, or with the teeming throng,
I go on journeys short or long.
Walking by choice in foreign places,
I study unfamiliar faces.
But when I finally go to bed,
I journey farther within my head,
those trips to town forgotten while
I journey mile after mile.
Eschewing trips to foreign places,
I journey into inner spaces.
For dVerse poets
Most excellent Judy… 👍🏼
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Great pics Judy… 👍🏼😉🫶🏻✌🏼
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Thanks, Rob.
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A beautiful walk through life’s journey
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Love these pictures and your poem
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome.
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yes. I like this, Judy
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Judy,
The rainbow photo was just what I needed today. We are preparing to spend eight weeks in Portugal.. We are scouting a home there. I am so excited. My husband’s daughter in Portugal is excited for us to move there, but she doesn’t want us basically in the same city, a sentiment that I share, because my poor husband would be in her house every day with his grandchildren, if he could. I like to travel so much, and I am grateful that after the fall in Vienna last year and back surgery in November that we can still enjoy traveling the world.
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That is so exciting. I loved Portugal, which was the first foreign country other than Mexico that I was ever in. Please share photos. Good for you!!!!
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Indeed… in bed there are no limit to where we may go… sometimes when walking for real I am day dreaming myself elsewhere.
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Very nicely done, Judy!
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Judy, your poem is dreamy and beautiful. Cheers.
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Yes, the richest journeys often happen inside us. A soft, thoughtful piece.
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Judy, I’m with you these days, having a much more adventurous dream life than when awake.
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Problem is I never remember the dreams except for a few moments after I wake up.
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Keep a notebook by your bed and write them down asap. You can also plant the idea in your mind just before you fall asleep that you will remember and record them. A hand-held recorder by the bed can work also. The more you practice remembering the better it gets.
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I know.. I have notebooks full of dreams I recorded years ago. Now since that is the time I usually write, I prefer to just do my writing.
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