Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

beached

Sometimes we need to throw ourselves in, to get lost, in order to find ourselves again.

Wherever the trails lead to, do not feel the need to hurry. Take your time. Hushed voices, quiet words. Stormy skies. squalid seas. Snaking sand. Setting free. Even the most miniscule part of the journey is worth the ticket price alone.

Worry not in the blues, or the crisp golden yellow sands, or in the tonal hues of lives past and times immortal. Worry not whilst floating, speeding, flying, falling, highing, lowing, knitting or sewing your threads of life. Whatever words used, whichever craft plied, infer your soul meaning and immerse inside.

“Worry not in the blues…”

great advice indeed

difficult to heed advice all the same! thank you, Peach.