Four months sober!
Amazing! (to me anyway 🙂 ).. and I appreciate that it’s not easy. I just went through a rough patch; but got through it without a drink.
In my navel-gazing today I realized I have always had a thing about roads.
Two images I’ve taken in just the last six months.
Left: Lake Garda, Italy
Right: County Wicklow, Ireland.
- “On the Road To Find Out” Cat Stevens
- “Lonesome Highway” Rodney Crowell
- “All I Want”Joni Mitchell (‘I am on a lonely road, and I am traveling, traveling’)
- “Thunder Road” Bruce Springsteen
My absolute favorite poem? “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
Even in my teens, I looked to roads and travel as ways to find out, to get to the bottom of things – to understand the meaning of life. My journals feature them … My dreams start with them …
Roads are a very strong metaphor for me … they speak to me of freedom, adventures, escapes – beginnings, ends. I felt as if roads could divulge who I am. A journey of discovery.
What about you dear reader?
What metaphor has resonated for you throughout your life?