Now, the beginning…
Journal, day, March 13, 2017
“Life was very different when you walked through it.” – p. 40, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry
Journal, day, March 14, 2017
Pondering the people I met.
Staring out the windows (of the train).
It’s been 7 years.
Looking for the angels (in the clouds)
Looking for the unexpected, anywhere else.
the orange groves
the fields of cattle
fields of horses.
Flashes of trees.
Peeks in between.
Ponce de Leon springs
Tent in a yard
wanting to be there.
Hearing the whistle of the train
not as it goes by
but as I go with it.
Almost there, almost there, almost there.
Feels so good to see the sun shine
the good old Florida sunshine.
Too bad so many friends are gone.
“Someday I must stop what I’m doing, long enough, to look at what I’ve done.” – C.Lynn