Seeking Inspiration on the Road

First say to yourself what would you be;
then do what you have to do.
                                     _Epictetus


Or follow my lead and run.

Country Roads

 


















If my parents had been born in a different time,
my father would have been a vet and my mother
a doctor.  Her heart's desire was to be a nurse
but she had the makings of a doctor.

It only took nearly 50 years, but I know
my calling has always been to live among
broken people. Shattered lives, broken
hearts, damage, with a sprinkling of grief.
No matter, I ran from it.  God
paid no never mind, continually placing me
in the thick of it.

Adding insult to injury, He disabled me so
I can no longer run as fast.  He does
have a sense of humor.

To rest my mind and body, I have
to create.  To create. I need
constant stimulus. I frustrare
methodical  personalities, create
anxiety for those who must control,
and ruffle the conventional among us.

What happens when I need to rejuvenate?
ROADTRIP.