Wandering off path

 

to what’s meant for me. Because, sometimes, what’s planned…

I’ve been reading a blog about the agrarian life and home-schooling children, being self-sufficient growing or making things you need, and going into town to buy supplies for your work. That sounds heavenly, so far away from the now. I can forsake the sea, I can forsake magazines showing me the urbane life I am not living, I can also bear with the cracks of seasons. But when I cannot have all this, I find little things, here and there, for folks lost at sea, this turbulent life.

 

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